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autistic boys when they realise the egg theyre eating feels like Egg
#what is it about eggs that taste so good but sometimes you remember its an egg and they get SO GROSSSS#like it starts tasting Too Much like egg#its the whites for me......#which is wild bc first year uni me would just eat a fried egg on its own (NOT A NUTRITIOUS BREAKFAST)#but one of my flatmates had a tiny pan that a fried egg would fit perfectly in and it was so nice eating it that way#i cannot elaborate on why that made it tolerable#anyway#also im the worst bc my favourite type of egg is poached but poaching eggs without one of those special pans is like trying to play god#they should invent an egg that is just yolk#wait yolk throwback to the og how does an orca pray opening that was like#the moonlight yolked through the curtains#like Runny Yolk imagery#LOVED THATTTTT but had to cut it out bc the editors thought i meant yoked#and was like Girl thats not what the word means#and i didnt want to cut it out but also i was like i have enough on my plate (lol) im not going to try and explain#the yolk imagery#(i asked friends if it made sense and most of them didnt like it BUT THEY WERENT WRITERS SO????)#anyway tangent. justice for my yolk imagery. i need to put it back in somewhere
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Villiaphim and the End of the World
Morning of May 5, 2017. Friday.
This is a very long dream (with only some scenes posted in the online version), but the basic scenario relates to a typical "end of the world" situation which often simply symbolizes dream cessation as a circadian rhythms factor, especially as many of mine relate to the sun. Still, "end of the world" dreams additionally seem to have a factor that is more long-term, which I suspect is also of additional biological symbolism.
The main scene is viewed in the nighttime sky, seemingly to the west (as my dream's setting seems to be a distorted composite of Loomis Street and our present address, though with the emphasis on Loomis Street in America in the last scene). There is a beautiful coin-like disk hovering in the sky which is just above the moon. The moon and this disk are both about the same size, the moon probably about twice as large as presently viewed in reality. (In my dream, it is a full moon, though in reality, it apparently is moving past the first quarter at 65% visible.)
The face of the coppery disk seems to have a mix of Orion and Sagittarius as one character. It is directly above the moon. Bright beautiful rays of light are flowing out from each feature, mostly upwards. I am somewhat wary, as I consider the disk will probably alter the moon's orbit. The rays are a mix of gold and blue. The imagery amazes me for what seems like at least fifteen minutes.
This turns out to be real-time symbolism for shared dreaming between Zsuzsanna and I, Zsuzsanna being the moon and the Orion/Sagittarius composite being my dream self level of consciousness. Even though the moon and the disk do not make contact, the thin rays (which actually appear as separated dashes and hyphens at times, in a perfect circumferential span) cross over each other. The moon seems to be pulling the disk into Earth's orbit.
Next comes waking precursor symbolism and typical dream signs. I go up to the top of a hill (real-time conscious identity symbol) and there is a tomb that has been revealed due to the celestial events. The temple around it is fairly small, part of it serving more as a solid base that is only about the size of our bed. A group of unfamiliar people gather. I look closely at the tomb. It is of a young girl who is also an angel, with the name of Villiaphim. (This is a dream-generated name I have never heard before.) Curiously, there is a modern silver latch attached to the closed coffin at somewhat of an angle. I reason that this was added the last time the temple rose. I am thinking that I will now open the coffin but end up talking about the overall setting.
As I am talking about the details of the tomb that I recognize (such as the number two, in pairs of various orientations, forming the different symbols that Zsuzsanna and I had matched over the years, including the two facing another mirrored two as the "heart on the horizon" symbol), the personified preconscious shows up to become the usual nuisance it often is when I do not recognize my level of consciousness as a vivid dream. This time, he is an unfamiliar male teenager who makes fun of my inability to see the coffin as real-time bed symbolism.
The question mark sequence (in a set of four steps) appears engraved in a short squarish column to the left of the tomb. I am about to explain how the question mark was created by the collective unconscious to be found and used by Yang incarnate in his quest for Yin incarnate when he (the personified preconscious) starts mimicking me about my fallacy to not realize I am simply dreaming about the bed my physical body is in rather than an ancient coffin. He traces his finger over the engraving of one of the twos, copying what I am saying in an annoying cartoon voice. I am annoyed and start chasing him in a circle around the tomb. (This is subliminal coalescence recognition, stage one.)
As I am doing this, I shift to being with Zsuzsanna in the backyard of Loomis Street. I expect the sun to explode on the horizon (and it seems afternoon now) and it does. I know it is the end of the world, but I do not feel any fear. Zsuzsanna and I hold each other. Curiously, the sun had been just below the northern horizon, which of course is not possible. Still, the fire comes from the north as Earth burns. Just as the typical waking coalescence begins (while hugging Zsuzsanna), there is no mild abdominal jolt or other biological waking dynamic yet. Instead, I look around and see the fire only a few feet away, wondering what had happened, and why I (as my dream self) am still aware and in my dream. The ground is covered with what looks like runny egg yolk as well as egg white. Zsuzsanna and I are lying on the ground at this point. I reach over and pull the oversized "egg" from the ground (some of the "yolk" running out over the grass) and consider that about half the surface of the planet will now have to have this stuff peeled off as the "egg white and yolk" solidify a little more. Humanity will survive. I wake up to find that Zsuzsanna and I are in the same positions in bed in reality as we were in the waking symbolism (though this is not always the case).
As I have written often before (but certainly not every time it happens), at least one dream per day (of the six to twelve I more clearly recall, not including all dream types) apparently comes from Zsuzsanna's mind rather than mine, which are always thoughts she has that I could not possibly have known about, and it often follows a specific pattern. (This general rule occurred long before we met and has been validated virtually countless times.) It is also usually one of her more sustained thoughts relating to something that is different than usual. In this case, it related to her thoughts about runny egg yolks when she was frying an egg for herself (which is not a regular activity - and I have rarely had fried eggs in my lifetime).
#best dream journal#dream diary#my dreams#wife Zsuzsanna#sun#end of the world#moon#light#egg yolk#hugging
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