Morning of April 15, 2015. Wednesday.

This was a long but uneventful dream where I am living on Loomis Street in my older sister (deceased) Marilyn's house. My sister is as she appeared over twenty years ago for the most part. I seem to be only around eighteen years old. The main theme of my dream is some sort of realization that I actually have no home (even though my belongings are in my sister's house) but instead, somehow live in the night and take to the sky at the end of each day to "go home" (recurring). I seem to have no memory of events that occurred since around the end of 1990 (which is proof that much of the subconscious - contrary to what people claim - and mind and memory in general is not active during sleep in many cases - with over twenty years of fulfilling history not accessed or "remembered" at all). When I wake, I am always grateful for my wife and family and that I live in a house, and even that I am "still me" even though I am much older.

Still, in such dreams, there is a deeply personal sense of the ability to survive just by flying into the night sky and spending each night soaring about, never tiring. Part of this characterization of myself may relate to how all of my beliefs and experiences are so vastly different than that of anyone in mainstream society. It is not so much like "living in darkness" (or "living within night") as it is living and moving far beyond what the majority of people have ever known or experienced - that is, living almost entirely beyond the "comfort zones" and self-imposed limitations of others. That seems to be the valid metaphor in this type of dream - to soar and live in mystery with a great feeling of comfort and a sense of trust and natural continuity - to not care at all about what other people think or believe - because of what has already been experienced and validated in so many positive ways.

There is also an unusual conversation in the last part of my dream which seems to last a fair amount of time. My sister and I are playing some sort of card game, I think, but sometimes when I say something, she has a look of surprise on her face and starts talking about how what I said had been in her dream of the night before. It seems curious (in conscious afterthought) to be in a dream, not lucid in any way, and hear someone else in my dream referring to my dream in a way that is assumed to be "real" and being an event that was precognitive to their apparent earlier dream (again, all the while not realizing I am dreaming myself). I do not think I have had a dream of this particular nature before where someone else assumed my dream to be real, yet also a confirmation of a supposedly foreshadowed scene from their dream. It is rather amusing in a way.