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deflatedrock · 1 year

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Lemon Eyes Part 1

I haven't written an x reader in so long, so I'm rusty. Gender Neutral reader btw. Also this 100% has some self indulgence aspects in it, this is a self insert blog after all. Pretty much follows the main game, it ended up taking a mind of its own because of the amount of times I had to pause writing to focus on school lmao. It doesn't matter for this fic series but Imma put it here anyways: I believe Arven to be around late 18 or early 19 range. Now that that's over with, let's get to the fic ! Words: 2,077 ----

Arven was never really a character of interest to you. Well, he was. Fighting titan Pokemon for their Herba Mystica–a name straight out of Minecraft Botania in your opinion–to make new recipes for food? Okay, you were mainly zoning out when he was talking to you, and again when he explained it when he, Nemona, and Cassotepia were fighting over your attention. A strawman fallacy out of your mind. Your plan for this treasure hunt was to capture all the other Pokemon in Paldea’s dex, being too lazy to do so in your home region. Paldea is a smaller piece of land anyways (A/N: in my opinion), so completing the 400 dex shouldn’t be too hard.

Well, it wouldn’t be if you didn’t actually have to listen to those three; Using Operation Star to give your Pokemon more battle experience and using the gym challenge to capture more experienced Pokemon. Such a hassle. And before you knew it, La Primera was scouting you for the champion league. You might as well have done a favor for Arven, it's been about a week since the treasure hunt and he’s asked for your help.

Which leads you to where you are now. Having fought off the Stony Cliff Titan, Kawlf, with Buizel and Arven’s Shellder as the first titan before now facing off against Dondozo, the false titan dragon, and final titan. Your goal of pursuing the full Pokedex on the back burner once Arven revealed his motive for gathering the Herba Mystica. You felt bad for ignoring his favor the first week of the treasure hunt, thinking about Mabosstiff in pain this entire time.

It doesn’t matter now, as your Toxtricity lands the finishing blow on the mini titan and Arven pats you on the back. You brush off the feelings of butterflies that rush to your stomach, chasing off the childish feeling as you follow him inside the cavern. Staring at the ground, you can’t exactly recall how it happened: falling for him. Maybe it was when you were in your dorm, exhausted from speedrunning all your classes to get back to your goals–scrolling through your Rotom phone for pictures to delete. Landing on the photos you had with Arven and you making sandwiches out of the herbs, noticing how much fun he was having even if the sandwich wasn’t as good as the two of you weren’t expecting. It made your chest feel fuzzy. You favorited a few and put them in an album, just in case you want to look back on memories.

You found yourself often tracing around his face whenever you took a stroll down memory lane.

Maybe it was when you both had Home Economics together. Seeing him turn around and give you a smile with a thumbs up whenever you answered Professor Saguaro’s questions. Causing you to give a slight smile back before busying yourself with your doodles so you could avoid the heat rushing to your ears. Until finals, you couldn’t help but spare a few glances at him. At least it never affected your studies.

Well, the teachers noticed to say the least. You’ve always underestimated how obvious student crushes are to teachers, but not to peers. Visiting during their free time, only for the conversation to only subtly turn to Arven as your glances appeared to older adults as puppy gazes. You really have to keep that in check. Luckily, you always got what you needed out of the conversation class wise. Law of equivalent exchange because it's something for them to take back to their colleagues.

The interaction with History Professor Raifort was especially embarrassing, however. It revealed more than you would have liked when you approached her after class about the Scarlet Book, wanting to know more about the King’s tale. You remembered as her eyebrow went up, relaying the information that it has been checked out for quite a while and you must have known who has it because you spend your treasure hunt time with him. You felt your ears reach the point where the heat of them is visible to others, Ms. Raifort attempted to hide a chuckle beneath her hand. You thanked her for the information and quickly left.

You didn’t expect the teachers to learn how you dismissed Arven when you first met him, and it was through some shared experience that you have fallen this hard down the stairs of a crush. And the millions of ways the teachers’ minds could think of what that experience was keeps you up at night (of course, nothing too out there, mainly getting stuck somewhere for a long time. Nothing that crossed the boundaries of a teacher being pulled into the lives of their students). All because you fell for the boy who wants to heal his partner Pokemon.

“Hey bud? You haven’t taken a bite out of the sandwich, did I mess it up somehow?”

You blinked back into reality. Looking up from your sandwich that you don’t remember making with Arven, you felt pinned by his eyes as you tried to come up with an explanation that’s not ‘I think I love you’. You shook your head in response. Telling him that you just noticed how Koraidon hasn’t come out to eat your food yet, which speak of the devil, gets said Pokemon to come out of its ball.

Arven, of course, brings out the extra sandwich he begrudgingly made in this event, tossing it to Koraidon who ate it without a second thought. Both of your faces contort a bit, seeming to share the same question of ‘did it even chew?’. After that animalistic scene, Arven brought out Mabosstiff, who looked much better than he had the first time you saw him. You felt awkward, mainly because it was such an intimate moment and you were nervous that the build up of anticipation would get to the poor canine, so you looked away as he ate.

You looked back once he finished, watching in hope that he’d get up, do something other than lay down. Though, you understood it was a selfish desire soon after the thought came to mind. Arven’s face dropped as did yours as you both understood that even the Herba Mysticas couldn’t heal Mabosstiff. Scrambling for words to say, scouring your brain for comfort words, you held your tongue. It was best to let Arven silently express his disappointment to the wall. The pokeball fell, and you took a second before you sighed, getting up to go hand it over to Arven. But, your eyes widened as Mabosstiff lifted his head, beginning to put one leg up at a time. Your eyes meeting Arven’s as he had turned around to go to pick up the pokeball up as well, hope holding out for the two of you. You covered your mouth as Mabosstiff went over to pick up the ball, lifting it up towards Arven as his tail wagged. Arceus, you were tearing up. You couldn’t help but wrap an arm around Koraidon as Arven was overjoyed with the recovery of his partner Pokemon. After a good five minutes of joy, your Rotom phone began to ring. Rotom flew up to your face, answering the call and you were greeted by Professor Sada and her analysis on Koraidon’s abilities. You glanced at Arven, whose face was a mixture of surprise and anger, even more so when she implied it was she who lent you Koraidon. You shifted awkwardly in place, knowing that it was Arven who battled you to see if you were worthy in the first place. The mystery of the relationship of the two grew more as Professor Sada was surprised to hear his voice and recalled her efforts to contact him to which Arven rolled his eyes and showed little interest. It would have been a moment of brief empathy from you to Sada if she didn’t completely trash it by saying she needed him to get into her lab. But get into her lab…? The only one? Surely she would’ve had others to also have access to her lab. And why Arven? Well– that question felt more explanatory. They both resembled each other in many visual aspects, so you had assumed he was related to her in a way.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the call ending, blinking at the black screen. You weren’t paying attention again. Great. It didn’t matter as you looked up at Arven, confirming that yes, Professor Sada is his mother. “She was never at home with me, I haven’t seen her in years! And the first thing she wants out of me is to go to her lab?!” You gave him an empathetic look as he decompressed, thinking to himself. He sighed, and before you could console him about the matter, about to tell him that the two of you didn’t have to go to her lab and could just ignore her, he started talking again. “I might as well get you into that lab, the one off of Poco Path. That’s where we met, remember?” You smiled slightly at the last part, nodding, giving him a small, “Of course I do.”

That got him to smile a bit as well, announcing that the two of you should get going before he changes his mind. You started to walk off, Arven pausing, but you assumed it was to decompress further. Oh Professor Sada, where are you?

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It’s safe to say that the moment you see the Professor, instead of greeting her in a friendly way, you might just throw a right hook at her instead.

Listening to Arven and seeing her reaction of seeing her son after so many years only to call him to the deepest part of the most dangerous place in all of Paldea? Arceus, Arven was right (although you never doubted him), she was the worst parent. She definitely rivals the one lady in the Alolan region you had heard about. You weren’t sure you even wanted to go. But you could tell that even if he didn’t know it yet, Arven wanted closure about his mom’s disappearance and neglect. So when he asked if you were going to Area Zero, you said yes. What caught you off guard was the glare he had given you, even if you understood he was in an emotionally vulnerable state. Ouch. But he did agree to go, and he was 100% pumped up to start a fist fight with his mom, even if he only spoke daggers instead of throwing them. With that, he challenged you to a Pokemon battle, admitting it was to see if he was ready or not, causing a slight blow of air to come out of your nose. Your best friend was a dork.

You lagged behind to look over the lab while he headed outside, both to appeal to your curiosity and to push your feelings back down further. His glare wasn’t personal, but it felt that way. He probably felt a bit betrayed by your response no doubt, originally wanting nothing to do with his mother, and yet here his best friend was, seemingly compliant with being an errand boy. You leaned against the dusty couch, watching the dust particles rush to fill the air. Immediately getting back up and dusting yourself, you don’t know why you expected the couch to be worth leaning against.

You started walking around the lab. Examining everything of interest to get your mind off your internal battle. If abandoning her child wasn’t proof enough to show how dedicated her research was, then surely the mess of papers and a hundred or so books definitely was. You thought about taking down the boxes on top of the shelf, but decided against it. You’d get lost in her research, trying to figure out what was so important that Arven had to be collateral damage.

All this made you feel worse for neglecting him at the start of the treasure hunt, but there’s nothing you could do about the past. Besides, you’re making up for it now by being there for him, aren’t you?

Cracking your neck, you headed for the door, taking a breath–cough because of the dust after–you stepped out. Looking at Arven as he redirects his attention from Mabosstiff to you, smiling at him and nodding, Arven returns your actions. All because of a boy and his partner Pokemon.

#pokemon #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarlet #arven x reader #arven pokemon #pokemon sv #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #God this is so bad lmao

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dykeobsidianblock · 1 year

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Characters I personally write for

These are the characters I personally write for, if you don't see a character on this list than it means I either dont write for them or forgot to add them to this list. If youre unsure than ask whether or I write for them

Red means I only write romantic x reader for them, Blue means I only write platonic/familial x reader for them, Green means I only write sexual x reader for them and Pink means I write romantic, sexual and platonic/familial x reader for them

Under the cut since it ended up getting longer than I expected

The Arcana:

Lucio

Muriel

Portia

Nadia

Volta

Vlastomil

Nafizah

Nahara

Natiqa

The Muppets*

The Electric Mayhem (Dr Teeth, Lips, Floyd Pepper, Janice, Zoot and Animal)

Walter

Miss Piggy

Denise

Constantine

Rowlf

Clifford

*I only write for human versions of the Muppets

Empires SMP (Both s1 and s2):

Scott

Jimmy

Pixl

Lizzie

Pearl

Katherine

Shubble

Gem

Sausage

Oli

False

Joey

Life Series:

Grian

Scar

Bigb

Ren

Jimmy

Mumbo

Lizzie

Cleo

Martyn

Pearl

Scott

Impulse

Tango

Origins SMP:

Scott

Sparklez

Create SMP:

Keralis

Scar

Tango

Zedaph

Witchcraft SMP:

Joey

Scott

Cleo

Shubble

Hermitcraft:

Grian

Scar

Mumbo

Xisuma

Keralis

Ren

Renbob

Hypno

Doc

Gem

Wels

False

Stress

Pearl

Cleo

Zedaph

Wormman

Impulse

Tango

Pirates SMP:

Sausage

Martyn

Oli

Pokemon:

Champion Cynthia

Elite 4 Hassel

Champion Alder

Commander Kamado

Team Rocket Jessie

Team Rocket James

Trial Captain Kiawe

Team Aqua Archie

Team Magma Maxie

Professor Kukui

Champion Steven Stone

Gym Leader Iono

Gym Leader Kofu

Gym Leader Katy

Gym Leader Lt. Surge

Professor Birch

Professor Rowan

Subway Master Ingo

Subway Master Emmett

Elite 4 Marshal

Elite 4 Siebold

Elite 4 Drasna

Elite 4 Malva

Elite 4 Wikstrom

Champion Diantha

Gym Leader Wulfric

Aether Foundation Wicke

Team Skull Guzma

Ultra Recon Dulse

Ultra Recon Zossie

Gym Leader Milo

Champion Leon

Gym Leader Raihan

Gym Leader Melony

(Former) Champion Peony

Gym Leader Nessa

Gym Leader Kabu

Galaxy Clan Cyllene

Professor Laventon

Diamond Clan Iscan

Diamond Clan Adaman

Pearl Clan Palina

Rival Arven

Rival Nemona

Gym Leader Ryme

Teacher Tyme

Professor Sada

Teacher Raifort

Teacher Saguaro

Stardew Valley:

Elliott

Clint

Gunther

M. Rasmodius

Marnie

Haley

Maru

Demetrius

Leah

Seven Deadly Sins:

King

Diane

Escanor

Gilthunder

Howzer

Gowther

Jericho

Guila

Griamore

Naruto:

Kakashi

Sakura

Naruto

Sasuke

Gai

Rock Lee

Tenten

Kankuro

Choji

Obey Me:

Asmodeus

Lucifer

Leviathan

Luke

Simeon

Diavolo

Beelzebub

Barbatos

#long post #forpinned.txt #dykeobsidianblock.txt

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supremebirdbracket · 1 year

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Who is the supreme little guy?

Ferruginous pygmy owls are very small, about the size of a bluebird. They live in a variety of habitats from the southwestern US through Central and South America. They mostly prey on insects, but also eat small mammals, birds, and lizards. They have false eye spots called ocelli on the backs of their heads to deter predators. Like many other owls, parents continue to care for their young for several months after fledging.

Elf owls are the smallest owls in the world, about the size of a sparrow, with a wingspan of about 27 cm (10.5 in) and weighing about 40 g (1.4 oz). They live in deserts, dry scrublands, and open forests from the southwestern US through Mexico. They mostly feed on arthropods such as beetles, moths, crickets, and scorpions. They nest in cavities in saguaro cacti abandoned by woodpeckers.

#birds #polls #brackets #owls #elf owl #ferruginous pygmy owl

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jennyforeigner · 1 year

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So what'd I like about Pokemon Scarlet?

Quaxly is a good boy. 10/10. Kind of weird that they made a starter a single stage evolution though. His name is Athos and he will be the best Musketeer one day.

Love my bicycle boys. Good good lizard mounts. They can stay forever. One day I might buy me a plush of them. The cyclizar is named Rizzo and taking this picture was so fucking difficult. I miss ffxiv's gpose.

I caught a shiny! I have spent many hours through out the years shiny hunting and the only times I've found them is when I haven't been looking for them.

Big fan of the megas-man. Mine is named Aramis and she is the most powerful cannoneer in Paldea. She is the only mon that has stayed in my party since capture.

So I was fighting one of the Titans: the False Dragon Titan and I was way under leveled and all my other pokemon had fainted and it was just me and Pockets here. Pockets held the fucking line, tanked two hits that should have fainted her in a row, paralyzed the Titan, and pulled out a clutch crit for the win. The power of friendship saved the day and despite having a mid design, I couldn't bring myself to abandon my Reliable Partner. (Which she earned almost immediately after that fight so my hc is that that's how she earned it.)

Sorry the pic is rotated but this is my Poison Tera type Goodra. Her name is Ophelia and she exists to ruin Fairy Types days.

I really love these little candles? I wish they had been a bigger feature of this city's gym. I was really expecting I'd be going around using the candles as clues to some kind of puzzle.

I dont have any relevant pics for the rest of these but the Falling Rocks Titan or whatever its called was another skin of my teeth battle. I was really excited to have some difficult moments in a pokemon game. I felt very clever and talented after Athos and I eeked out a win.

I enjoyed Arven's plot line. Probably the most compelling story line in the whole game. I hesitate to describe it as an arc because I'm not sure how much he grows, but I was invested in his problems enough that I prioritized finishing his quests first.

I like the concept behind tatsugiri and dondozo, though it seems odd to include in the game considering how rare double battles are.

I liked the Ruinous Artifacts side story a lot. The pokedex entry for the tablets friend I think is very telling and I was surprised they didn't carry that theme through the others in the set. Either way, I enjoyed hunting down the stakes. Finally gave me a reason to explore.

I liked a lot of the character designs. Rika is stellar and she just oozes gender. I like how many buff ladies are in this game. Eri is an icon but I'm not sure of what she is. So much of the cast as such big trans energy that my official verdict is Eri is cis just for how gender non-compliant she is. Truly there has never been a more gendered pokemon game.

My favourite teacher was Mr. Hassel. I had a lot of fun in his class. Sure isn't as visually appealing as, say, Ms Raifort or Mr Saguaro, but I have done enough school to know the best teachers are usually strange little book creatures who thrive on obscure content area trivia. Will take Mr Hassel's class until I run out of hours in my degree plan.

#pokemon #long post #scarlet violet spoilers

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blue-opossum · 1 year

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Correctly Understanding and Managing Dreams, part 1

5 minutes and 45 seconds to read.

Sunday afternoon, 5 February 2023.

�� Correctly Understanding and Managing Dreams, part 1

This information (as a crucial guide to my lifelong dreaming history to aid in quashing the virtually endless falsehoods the majority of other people propagate about dreams) is a work in progress based on nearly 60 years of continually studying and mapping my dreaming experiences. I will address most descriptors in various ways in some parts as I progress and sometimes include additional factors.

Managing Leg Mobility (first stage, every sleep cycle): Imaginary walking (and kicking, as if spontaneously kicking a ball and missing - resulting in one or both feet slipping forward as I fall backward, waking with leg myoclonus, typically with a surprising blissful sensation) is always my first residual response when entering my sleep cycle as REM atonia is incomplete. I have explained this many times. Later in my sleep cycle, I sometimes "walk with intent" in a dream to sustain and vivify the dream state, often resulting in peace and bliss.

Managing Arm Mobility: Transformations of my hand or arm (such as my hand transforming into a starfish, my arm becoming an octopus limb, or modeled in a dream's outcome as a saguaro cactus "arm" becoming anthropomorphic), less-defined protoconsciousness (as a person) dropping empty boxes near my front door in a winter scene, deliberately throwing or catching something, and arm or hand events (including my arm becoming a container, impossibly full of sizable items) is a second-stage event every sleep cycle. Myoclonus occurs in my upper back or shoulder.

Managing Liminality with the Presence of Physical Duality (imagined and actual physicality simultaneously perceived): Managing amazingly defined liminal spaces (no imagery other than a silvery undefined space in childhood waking transitions) was more sustained in childhood (sometimes for about 20 seconds). It still occurs with blissful sleep paralysis while nearly conscious, though within peaceful darkness and an unseen loving feminine presence. There is always a curious simultaneous awareness of my imaginary dream body and my real-world body in bed. It is like a faux dizziness (though of the opposite orientation of real-world dizziness) without unpleasantness, with the illusion of slowly but continually rising and lowering (typically controllable by how I lift my eyes toward my forehead). It is a type of ambiguous vestibular-motor response to REM atonia. In childhood dreams, this perceptual state sometimes followed outcomes when I jumped into a ditch with overgrown grass to enter liminal space, such as when escaping a dinosaur that I summoned for the thrill of it.

Managing Somatosensory Responses: Although the imagined sense of touch often exponentially vivifies a dreaming experience (depending on whether it is a filtered real-world impression while sleeping or wholly imaginary), it sometimes results in the loss of imagery (though implied spatial depth and location remain defined, and incredible bliss is typically the outcome).

Managing Proto-Cognizance: Beware of asinine denials falsely claiming people "cannot read" in dreams. That is only one of many ludicrous deceptions by those with a malevolent agenda. I will address the several different types of reading responses on another page. In addition to seeking text or reading (my most common form of proto-cognizant dream state navigation despite its infeasibility in many cases), proto-cognizant modeling may occur as using (or trying to use) a computer or telephone. This task does not always work (typically resulting in an unresolved outcome in the narrative). Another asinine falsehood dictated by the untrustworthy media or "researchers" is that telephones "cannot" appear in dreams. Can you relate to the utter stupidity of anyone who would accept media (or "researcher" or "expert") claims regarding dream lore? It includes virtually everything I have read about dreaming experiences in my lifetime.

Auditory Responses: Well-defined or vivid auditory responses occur in my first stage of hypnagogic dreaming (while still conscious) and the last stages of REM sleep, sometimes happening residually on the threshold of waking (sometimes nonsynchronous or without imagery). Since childhood, I have sometimes heard music (both instrumental - often with horns, violins, or violas, but sometimes voices singing in unison) while waking from a dream, as if it was an implied soundtrack to the ending of a movie. I will give several examples on a later page.

Ocular Responses: This response refers to becoming intuitively aware of eye movements during REM sleep. There are many unusual examples. In one dream, I twisted my eyeballs (feeling a curious but not unpleasant sensation) as one would adjust each independent focus on a pair of binoculars, resulting in my dream's imaginary environment becoming more discernible. I have learned that a dream character wearing a blindfold in contrast with someone wearing a masquerade mask or sunglasses corresponds with my mode of dreaming, depth of sleep, and level of dream state awareness. I will list these (and other) correlations on an upcoming page, explaining why they occur.

Protoconsciousness Activation: Liminality (anticipated or precursory), when reaching a higher level toward wakefulness, often brings about personified protoconsciousness that is often a celebrity or unfamiliar person (to prevent associations with real life). It usually has the same recognizable essence despite "who" it is. However, it can also be an animal semblance or an animal becoming a person (or taking on a human attribute such as speech). The celebrity (often an actor) correlates with the status of similar sensory deprivation in dreaming as when watching television, an additional reason (and habitual response) for this type of content. However, real-world news on television correlates with more attentiveness in contrast to less personal attention when passively watching a movie, analogous to many modes of dreaming.

Managing Sleep Myoclonus: My anticipation or expectation of sleep myoclonus while dreaming, intuitive or metacognitive, does not always trigger it, though sometimes the mere thought initiates it with more intensity (which I will give more details of on an upcoming page) - especially when I was learning to develop, influence, and navigate dreams in childhood. It mainly refers to the lower back spasm in childhood and the upper back spasm in adulthood and has never occurred with my initial leg myoclonus. Even so, I have had dreams where I felt "the drop" (full-body myoclonus) yet remained in the dream state (contradicting the occult deception of "astral projection" - which is already nonsensical since myoclonus occurs in different parts of my body during specific parts of my sleep cycle).

Managing Sleep Simulacra: Sleep simulacra may appear as a person or animal semblance, either sleeping or awakening. In some cases, deliberately waking a sleep simulacrum in the dream state vivifies a dreaming experience to an astounding level, sometimes changing The Sleeper into something else. For example, in a 2021 dream, I threw rocks into high grass to wake the unknown sleeper (animal semblance), and it resolved as a bear that transformed into a talking green dragon that spewed green droplets of lava from its nose and mouth from very high above me.

Managing REM atonia: This reference is for intuitively or metacognitively discerning physical immobility and lack of mind-body communication while sleeping that occurs throughout all dreams in every sleep cycle in healthy people. Since childhood - statues have been featured as the most self-evident marker of intuitive awareness of REM atonia (every sleep cycle). A statue moving or "coming to life" correlates with becoming aware of (or anticipating) waking from the dream state. The simplest form of this in-dream awareness of REM atonia is a boulder. Although a cage also corresponds with this in-dream awareness of my natural atonia status, that is more about a lack of access to my real-world environment than my physical immobility, so such attributes have slightly different meanings depending on where my in-dream attention wanders.

Managing Gustatory Responses: Experiencing a vivid sense of taste is uncommon but not as rare as perceiving a scent or odor.

Managing Olfactory Responses: Experiencing a vivid sense of smell is the most uncommon response in my dreaming history. I will address some examples on a later page.

Virtual Amnesia: Natural virtual amnesia while dreaming (often incongruously compartmentalized with consciously unresolvable self-contradicting threads, such as discerning an American location as Australian or telling a person they died while not recalling what "death" entails) from simply being without real-world or feasible consciousness, prevents specific associations between dreaming and waking life for the avoidance of mental corruption (excluding higher forms of transpersonal communication, such as what I experience with Zsuzsanna, including years before we met - though that is not solely dream space and demonstrably has more accuracy when viably conscious). This legitimate neurological factor is the opposite of people who pretend to "interpret" dreams regarding the popular misconception.

#dream journal #meaning of dreams #dreaming #my dreams

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soapquiver49 · 2 years

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Five Tips for Growing Healthy Succulents

There are a lot of examples of them in interior design magazines, in wedding centerpieces, and even on Instagram. Right now, succulents are all the rage. The popular notion that succulents are easy to grow is false. Yes, it is easy, but it is not without mental adjustments. If you put yourself in the mind of a desert, you might have more luck: think of endless sun, monsoon-like downpours, and the boomerang changes in temperature that characterize desert days. Even with regular waterings, your jade leaves may drop or your sedum will become more wrinkled as time passes. Here are some practical tips to keep your plants healthy. Listed below are five of the most common mistakes succulent beginners make, and how to avoid them. Not Enough Light for Them In order to accurately replicate the natural light in an indoor environment, perhaps the biggest challenge is to replicate the natural light in a plants native habitat. We can easily grow common houseplants. The majority are native to tropical jungles and used to the shifting periods of shade and sun in your home. As the sun moves over a forest canopy, that's what should happen. However, if you put a plant used to a full 12 hours in the hot sun on an east-facing sill, you are setting it up for failure. Choose a south-facing window if possible, and if all windows face elsewhere, you may want to switch to a more forgiving succulent such as an aloe or consider planting a pothos instead. Not Understanding Their Watering Needs It rains little in the Chihuahuan Desert, just a drop in the bucket compared to the lush green landscapes we all know. When it rains in the desert, it pours. In order to make your own desert-dweller happy, try to replicate the rainfall patterns of its native habitat. Your cacti deserve a deluge, not a trickle of water. All succulents (and all other plants for that matter) will benefit from a good soak, until water starts to drain through the bottom of the pot. It's best to water succulents once the soil is completely dry. Setting aside how to cut a succulent that is too tall potting soil Potted plants usually come in a standard soil mix that can support almost any kind of plant, from ferns to fiddle-leaf figs. It is crucial to remember that succulents are designed to withstand one of the harshest environments on earth, so using standard potting soil is not going to work. Once you get your succulent baby home, you need to change its soil to a desert-dweller mix, in which you combine potting soil with something inorganic, such as perlite. With this well-draining, low-nutrient soil, most succulents, whether they grow in the high and dry Andes or the scorching bottomlands of Death Valley, will thrive. Overcrowding Them Succulents typically appear packed in cute little dishes, crammed cheek by jowl. There are not many plants that are happy with this arrangement, including succulents. Overcrowding is one of the leading causes of mold and insect infestations. Second, succulents do very well on very little, but they still require food and water. There is too much competition, so they may not succeed. Whenever you grow succulents in a group arrangement, carefully pluck each succulent out so they have their own mini desert dune. Growing Impractical Types Developing saguaros indoors may seem really tempting, but please DON'T do it. The wild things aren't meant for taming no matter how beautiful or beguiling their form may be. You should stick to the sweet little cookies that will accept the windowsill as a home. If you are working in indoor conditions, Crossula and Sansevieria (also known as a saw palm) are good choices. snake plant). For another prickly plant, try the Mammillaria (see above) cacti (known for their woolly hair).

#succulents #succulent #types of succulents

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activekite42 · 2 years

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These five tips will help you grow succulents that thrive

In interior design magazines, in wedding centerpieces, and even on Instagram, you've probably seen them. The craze right now is succulents. The popular notion that succulents are easy to grow is false. Sure, it can be easy, but it takes a bit of mental adjustment. Try to put yourself in a desert mindset: Imagine blazing sun, monsoon-like downpours, and the sudden temperature changes that a desert day brings, and you might have a greater chance of success. If you cannot figure out why your jade is dropping leaves or why your sedum is wrinkled even after regular watering, there are some practical tips you can follow. We have listed five of the most common mistakes succulent newcomers make, along with tips for success. Giving them insufficient light Natural light from a plant's native habitat is perhaps the most difficult environmental variable to replicate indoors. We have a lot of trouble with common houseplants. Tropical jungles are home to many pests that are used to shifting periods of shade and sun. As the sun moves over a forest canopy, that's what should happen. A plant that's used to being in the sun for 12 hours every day will fail if you put it on a sill facing east. Choose a south-facing window if possible, and if all windows face elsewhere, you may want to switch to a more forgiving succulent such as an aloe or consider planting a pothos instead. Not Understanding Their Watering Needs Chihuahuan Desert receives a little over 9 inches of rain annually - a mere drop in the bucket in comparison to the verdant landscapes we call home. When it rains in the desert, however, it pours. Consider emulating the rain patterns indigenous to your desert-dwelling pet. Cacti do not need a trickle of water; turn on the faucet and let the water flow. Succulents (and all plants for that matter) can benefit from soaking completely until water runs out of the bottom of the pot. Let the soil dry completely before watering succulents. Making Do with Standard Potting Soil There is a standard soil mix used for almost every kind of potted plant, from ferns to fiddle-leaf figs. Succulents are designed to withstand some of the harshest environments on earth, so regular potting soil won't cut it. If my succulent has white fuzz have a baby succulent, start by changing the soil to a desert-dweller mix that combines potting soil with something inorganic like perlite. In addition to being super well-draining and low-nutrient, this soil is perfect for succulents, whether they are used to thriving in high, dry areas like the Andes or in scorching, bottom-land areas like Death Valley. Overcrowding Them There is something cute about succulents being packed into little ceramic dishes, all crammed together. Many plants dislike this arrangement, including succulents. Mold and insect infestations are greatly increased by overcrowding. Additionally, although succulents can get by very nicely on slim pickings, they still need food and water. A lot of competition means they'll probably miss out. Succulents often arrive in crowded arrangements; pick them out carefully and give each one a spacious mini desert dune. Growing Impractical Types While it is really hard to resist, please do not grow saguaros indoors. Despite their pretty flowers and beguiling forms, some things are just not meant to be controlled. Stick instead with the little cookies that are happy to reside on your windowsill. If you are working in indoor conditions, Crossula and Sansevieria (also known as a saw palm) are good choices. snake plant). Mammillaria cacti (so named for their woolly hair, see above) are another good pick if you're seeking prickly plants to accompany your garden.

#succulents #succulent #types of succulents

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thasdf · 3 years

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Found a new spiky baby

#plants #plant blog #plantlady #plantlover #cactus #false saguaro #pachycereus pringlei #this thing is so massive I love it #you don’t understand this is an 8 inch pot #my plants

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scorchroots · 4 years

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Everything is white here, as white as the snow, which is what it’s all covered in— when it stops falling and the clouds begin to clear the sky is as pale as though the blue has been washed away like mold. And your hands tremble, all their color in the hands of the thief, Frost, and the salt a layer of white on your black boots. It feels real, harsh, cold, the blood in your veins waiting for this for as long as it has flowed, every sepia smokestack different from the next with their incongruous shapes and the soft way they catch the air.

Everything is gold, the glint of the sun a mirage, and even where it shimmers it shines like a penny, as far as the eye can see, pennies worth a fortune. How deep does the treasure go? As deep as you can dig before the parch of your lips turns to lust and the dust coats you in that copper sheen and your bones turn to graves for desert mice and sanctuary for saguaro cacti reaching for each golden star with every arm. And even in every fever dream it is real, it is real, soaked in its sheen by the sun and shimmering with the promise of gold.

Everything is green, as soft as a pillow to rest your head, and the trees invite you to do so among their roots, where you may sleep and stay in their arms, your dreams as fertilizer as they reclaim you slower than you can wake and far faster than you can change. The tendrils of vines curl around your form until you are only the verdant scream yourself, and it is too soft to be a violent death. It is a mercy that they save you from your kind, as they will save themselves. What more could you ask but a gentle repose as the ravens sing you to a place so tender that it might as well be hell.

Here is every color that you have never had a name for, every step, every song another hue—chartreuse, cerulean, crimson— all laid out for you amidst the stars that never reach the searing sky. Even its cadmium blue feels like a false hope always just out of reach—sky’s the limit, and here there are none to our depravity. Here are the things for which you have asked, every shade of them and not a single primary among them, compounds and synthetics with all of the gleam of pyrite to entice you into the pit of heaven’s storm drains. They have never seen rain.

- anywhere but here, m.r.m.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #escapril #wwnet #spilled ink #my writing #me @ me: what does it mean? what does it all mean?#just a love letter to all the places I wish I lived instead of this gaudy purgatory

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jwhouk · 4 years

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Random Things You Might Not Know

On a lighter note: five things you might not know about.

1. Grover Cleveland was the President who went the longest amount of time during his administration without having a former living President. When former president Chester Arthur died on November 18, 1886, Cleveland was over a year and a half into what would turn out to be the first of two non-consecutive terms of office. Five other presidents served at least 58 or more days of their term without having one of their predecessors alive at the same time: John Adams (445 days, 1799-1801), Ulysses Grant (582 days, 1875-77), Teddy Roosevelt (253 days, 1908-09), Herbert Hoover (58 days, from Jan. 5 to March 4, 1933), and Richard Nixon (564 days, 1973-74). Ironically, had Nixon not been forced to resign due to Watergate, he would have set the mark of longest time without another living President, as Lyndon Johnson's death came 1,459 days before the inauguration of Jimmy Carter.

2. The National Football League was founded in the showroom of a car dealership in Canton, Ohio. Ralph Hay, who ran a Hupmobile and Pierce-Arrow dealership, also owned the professional Canton Bulldogs. Hay sought others in the Midwest to join together and form a league in which rules could be consolidated, contracts made, and a championship awarded. In August of 1920, Hay – at the urging of his star fullback and "meal ticket," Jim Thorpe – invited several other clubs to join them in forming the American Professional Football Conference. Hay and Thorpe got a surprise when they found that not just the three Ohio-based teams but six more clubs sent representatives to the league's foundational meeting. As Hay had little room in his office, the group moved the meeting into his showroom. One of the individuals at the meeting – George Halas, whose Decatur Staleys would eventually become the National Football League's Chicago Bears – recalled having to sit on the running boards of the cars while agreeing upon league rules.

3. Downtown Detroit is located due north of Canada. The 10.4 mile border through the Detroit River on the city's south and east side is an international border. The area on the east side of Detroit – known as Grosse Point – is closer to Canada than it is to the western edge of the city. Detroit is also odd in that it was surrendered to British and Native American forces early on in the War of 1812.

4. The Saguaro Cactus is native to the Sonoran Desert region of the states of Arizona and California, as well as the Mexican state of Sonora. They can grow to be 150 years old, and generally don't start getting an "arm" until they've reached 75 years of age. The tallest one known to have existed reached 78 feet in height (it fell over in 1986 from a windstorm). While it is true that Saguaros are not to be harmed or vandalized under Arizona state law, they can be moved or removed with appropriate permits. Incidentally, all those Westerns where you see a saguaro cactus in the background are patently false, as they don’t grow well outside of their native region.

5. Poniatowski, Wisconsin is a small unincorporated village named for Jozef Poniatowski, a general in the Polish army. The village is located within Rietbrock Township of Marathon County, about 22 miles west of downtown Wausau. There's not much there – a few houses, a Catholic church with a cemetery, a corner bar. Surrounded by farmland, there is little to see – unless you take a short drive out of town, taking County Road U a half-mile west from the TC Bar. There, you will reach a road and a sign: "GEOGRAPHICAL MARKER" with an arrow pointing to the right. Driving down the road about 0.3 miles, you will see a small turn-off into a parking area – and a path leading off to the left through the corn fields. If you follow the path around, you will reach a remarkably interesting marker, seemingly dug right out of the farmer's field. The spot is the corrected location of what is known as the 45° x 90° point. If you were to look at your GPS while standing in the middle of it, it would say you are located at 45 degrees north latitude, and 90 degrees longitude west of Greenwich. The point is the only one of four such midpoints that is located in an inhabited place: two of the other three are located within the ocean (the Indian and Pacific Oceans); the third is located in the rural depths of Xinjiang, China. The road that the marker's entrance is located on is named Meridian Road – but it is actually located 15.89 seconds of longitude to the west of the 90th meridian. The mistake was made in the days of non-satellite surveying. And no, the city was not named for the point.

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nateaz · 5 years

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The #ValleyOfTheSun is filled with #Saguaros and #Powerlines which proves there is no such thing as the false construct of #pristinewilderness. Such radicalized myths of virgin untouched landscapes stem from the #DoctrineofManifestDestiny, which brought about the #culturalgenocide of #Indigenous #FirstNations. The #PhoenixValley, is the homelands of the #SaltRiverPima and the various bands of #Apache... Long live #NativeAmerica and cheers to their continued survival and strengthening of culture and language. . #saguarosandpowerlines #apachejunction #arizonastateuniversity #arizona🌵 #arizona_landscapes #arizonahighways #arizonalife #igarizona (at Apache Junction, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1WdU5vhkXD/?igshid=18ibh7kczk5gv

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ckenvs3000-2018-blog · 6 years

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A Place has an Invisible Backpack too (Promt #3)

Quick - when you hear the word ‘DESERT’ what pops into your head?

Shifting dunes of scorching golden sand baking under the unrelenting sun? Sweat dripping down your forehead as you’re unable to find any shade? The deathly quiet of a barren wasteland, broken only by the harsh sound of a diamondback rattlesnake? Miles of cracked water-parched rock, with only the false hope of a mirage in the distance?

The summer after second year I had the opportunity to spend two weeks camping and doing research in the Sonoran Desert along the US-Mexico Boarder in southern California and Arizona (for those of you who are still in 2nd or 3rd year and have never done a field course before I HIGHLY recommend it). I’m guilty to say that going in my idea of a desert was basically what I have described above; hot, sandy, and barren.

We flew into Los Angeles, and promptly got stuck in the worst traffic you have ever seen in your life! What was supposed to be a 4hour drive quickly became closer to a 10hour one, leaving us arriving at our first campsite at 2am in complete darkness. Headlamps illuminated the few meters below our feet as we fumbled our way though the first of many camp setups in the middle of the night (let’s just say by the end of the 2 weeks we had this down to an art). Collapsing onto my sleeping bag, I briefly registered the array of strange noises around me; the rustling of bushes, a snuffling slightly too close for comfort, and an eerie echo of what almost sounding like a woman screaming. But I was exhausted and painfully aware of our 5am call the following morning, so I quickly drifted off.

Ironically, I never actually made it to 5am. The mixture of being severely jetlagged, and the ‘woman screaming’ suddenly being directly outside my tent door jolted me awake just before the clock hit 4:30. It was the dawn chorus in the Sonoran Desert, and the ‘woman’ was actually a Gumbels Quail!

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Here’s a video I found on Youtube of a Gumbels Quail calling...if you’re thinking that doesn’t sound that much like a woman screaming just remember I was pretty exhausted lol!

As I stumbled out of my tent still bleary eyed, I discovered a world around me quite different to what I had imagined. Our tents were nestled between a sea of creosote bushes that polka-dotted the landscape. Towering saguaro cacti reached their arms high into the clear azure sky, which was framed by weathered mountains of gigantic red rock boulders. Smaller teddy-bear cacti glowed with the rising sun. In an oasis off to the side of the camp, palm trees swayed peacefully in the wind. And it wasn’t just the diversity of plant life that blew me away. Zebra tailed lizards scurried from one creosote bush to the next. A young jackrabbit that was already nearly the size of a small fox munched on some straw-like grasses. And a variety of birds sat lazily on the branches of a nearby ironwood tree. At that moment I suddenly realized just how unprepared I was for this trip.

By now you’re probably wondering ‘Chris, what does this have to do with history?’ Well to understand this totally foreign desert ecosystem I had suddenly found myself in, I discovered I had to begin with its history.

I learnt that the individual saguaro cacti towering above me were likely many hundreds of years old. As you looked up their bodies you could see the tales of their age written in the scars of frost damage from year to year. I also learnt that in evolutionary terms these cacti had only recently moved up into the Sonoran Desert from Mexico, and that the native people – the Tohono O’odham – who had watched these cacti slowly march onto their land, noticed how they looked like a child reaching it’s arms up to the sky, and now believe these are their ancestors coming to watch over them.

I learnt that the creosote bushes that surrounded me were often actually not separate individuals, but all clones of the same ancient individual, the oldest of which is perhaps one of the oldest living organisms on the planet!

And finally, as I stood at the boarder fence to Mexico, I learnt how high-speed off-road police chases across the boarder had torn up much of this ancient ecosystem, rapidly turning it into the sand scorched wasteland I had expected it to be. I learnt that despite current politics, the fence was created (at least through this area) as a conservation effort to protect the ecosystem from being entirely lost beneath the tires of careless drivers, and thus it is an anti-vehicle barrier, but not an anti-animal or anti-people one.

To understand the place, to understand the individual puzzle pieces within it, I had to first understand its history. Where it came from. Who it belonged to. How it got to be what it is today. Knowing the name of a cactus, just like knowing the name of a tree, an animal, or a person, means little until you know their history.

Last week we discussed how each person carries with them an invisible backpack, and as an interpreter it is important to consider what may be in each person’s backpack. Well I believe each place also has an invisible backpack, but in this case, it is our job as interpreters to tell the stories hidden within.

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Bren Mountain

Here I am yet again, in the parking area on the west side of Gates Pass. Goldengate Mountain is on my right but the yet unsummited Bren Peak on the left. I've poked around it a couple of times, found the ascent route so....

......hike in the shade via the Yetman Trail to a saddle and then take a.....

....wide social trail to the left. The trail quickly narrows but is never difficult to follow as it traverses the mountain clockwise. Below me I see a.....

....recently fallen saguaro. That is at least 150 years old and too bad it collapsed.

The trail takes me far above Gates Pass and the steep climb of the road is not obvious. I continue the hike until I reach the 6 o'clock position having started at 12 o'clock where I find....

....some cairns that lead me up a.....

....ridge. Several times I think I am about to reach the peak but they are false until....

....I see the peak. The trail dips down and climbs until I reach.....

....the summit of Bren Mountain. Finally. Across the way I see Goldengate Mountain. That's a good climb too.

Looking back, I see Big Cat Mountain and several smaller peaks that make up a portion of the Tucson Mountains. I begin the return and soon spot....

....a very small turtle. Maybe a baby desert tortoise, not sure. I finish with 4.5 miles and 900' of climbing so not all that difficult but the off trail hiking to the peak takes quite a bit of time. The heat wave continues with several daily, record highs but the end of summer is at hand. More to come.

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frenchkisst · 4 years

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COVID-19 distancing compels shifts at the beach on crowded U.S. Memorial Day weekend

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By Sinéad Carew

NEW YORK (Reuters) — Americans excited about what for many was their first big break from coronavirus shutdowns flocked to beaches and outdoor areas on Saturday, snarling roadways and forcing some closures on the Memorial Day weekend that signals the start of the U.S. summer.

In Destin, Florida, The Back Porch, a surfside restaurant on Henderson Beach, was full. The restaurant was operating at 50% seating capacity to ensure that chairs and umbrellas could be placed 6 feet apart, and newcomers had to wait for places to become free before they could enter, said hostess Julianna Preede, 18.

«There’s a lot of people here right now — it’s a holiday weekend,» Preede said.

In Arizona, holiday travelers flooded Interstate-17, causing a 15-mile backup on the roadway used for access to some of the desert’s most beautiful canyons, the Arizona Department of Transportation said.

Some recreation areas, including Saguaro Lake, became so crowded that authorities had to shut them down.

While the Memorial Day holiday that honors the U.S. military dead is on Monday, the weekend leading up to it marks the unofficial start of summer, with Americans traditionally flocking to beaches, gathering at backyard barbecues and unfurling picnic blankets in parks.

Among those soaking in the sun and enjoying a bit of travel on Saturday was President Donald Trump, who was seen golfing at his Trump National club in northern Virginia, his first golf outing since the White House declared a national emergency over the coronavirus outbreak in March.

Trump has been eager to promote the idea that the United States is returning to normal.

Arlington National Cemetery, which holds veterans of U.S. conflicts including the Civil War, remained open only to family pass holders who must have a face covering to enter. Access was granted to visit gravesites only, with no touring allowed.

In rain-soaked New York, epicenter of the coronavirus crisis, New York Governor Andrew Cuomo at his news briefing on Saturday discussed his decision to allow up to 10 people to attend ceremonies honoring America’s military veterans, warning that social distancing and face masks should be part of any plans to get together.

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«It depends on how people act. You can have a safe gathering of 10 people. You can also have a wholly unsafe gathering of 10 people,» Cuomo said.

Heavy downpours kept crowds down at state beaches in New York, New Jersey and Connecticut, which were re-opened with governors urging people to stay at least 6 feet apart, the recommended distance to help stop the spread of the novel coronavirus.

Surprise openings of other outdoor sites thrilled Americans cooped up at home by pandemic lockdown rules.

Mount Rushmore National Memorial in South Dakota welcomed visitors again starting on Saturday, earlier than expected, inviting in admirers of the 60-foot-high granite sculptures of the faces of U.S. Presidents George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln.

The U.S. death toll from COVID-19, the disease caused by the coronavirus, continues to rise and is expected to surpass 100,000 in the coming days, the highest number of any country.

The New York Times https://ift.tt/2A3zuBw marked the expected milestone by filling the entire front page of its Sunday edition with the names, ages and brief details of some of the virus victims and the headline «U.S. DEATHS NEAR 100,000, AN INCALCULABLE LOSS.»

The paper said it drew from 1,000 obituaries and death notices in hundreds of U.S. newspapers to highlight the pandemic’s individual human toll.

This week, 11 states have reported a record number of new COVID-19 cases, including Alabama, Arkansas, Minnesota, North Dakota, New Hampshire, Maryland, Maine, Nevada, Utah, Virginia and Wisconsin, according to a Reuters tally.

Iowa had a record increase in deaths on Saturday, as did Minnesota and Rhode Island earlier this week, according to a Reuters tally.

(Additional reporting by Lisa Shumaker, Lisa Lambert and Barbara Goldberg; editing by Diane Craft and Sonya Hepinstall)

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Blue's Understanding Dreams Newsletter #1a

Afternoon of October 3, 2020. Saturday.

Reading time (optimized): 5 min.

In my first newsletter, I will be examining and decoding the contents of my dreams in my transition from REM sleep into wakefulness regarding the intriguing peculiarities of resolving sleep atonia (with a focus on achieving arm mobility).

It is crucial to know there are two types of experiences regarding sleep paralysis. One occurs while dreaming (integrating into a dream's imaginary narrative) and waking without residual atonia. The other commences with higher liminal awareness (during the waking process) before physicality becomes feasible and, for many people, results in a sense of vulnerability and terror.

I must emphasize I am unlike other people when it comes to experiencing the latter attribute. For me, isolated sleep paralysis (other than when it accompanies incidental sleep apnea, though that is rare) is a blissful state I try to sustain and appreciate for as long as I can. There is no imagery in this state, only a sense of peace. I attempt to vivify the mode by crossing and rolling my eyes up toward my forehead. It increases the pleasantness of the experience with the imaginary sensation of floating and rising.

How does dream content progress, by way of an imaginary narrative, from sleep atonia into viable physicality and consciousness?

There are virtually infinite ways this occurs. For this first newsletter, I will mainly be addressing dream content that corresponds with resolving arm atonia from an instinctual or liminal acumen into consciousness. Such narratives are incredibly unique. I will include some content where green predominates.

Why is green sometimes predominant in this process (correlation with arm atonia into precursory physicality)?

This property is my lifelong association with green being the "middle" color (in correlating with the middle zone between dreaming and waking) and the representative color of centralizing liminality. The order of mode correlation is red, orange, yellow, GREEN, blue, indigo, violet, the same as a rainbow.

There are always exceptions. Also, realize this is only one process I am explaining. Gray is also a factor as in white, GRAY, black. Gray sometimes integrates with (or proceeds) green as centralizing liminality.

What about other combinations of colors with this process?

Yellow or gold being predominant is often an indicator of emerging somatosensory dynamics (and emerging consciousness), one level higher than green. Generally, there is less passivity, with more of a focus on my hands in contrast to my arms. Additionally, I have, since early childhood, navigated liminality by summoning coins to vivify somatosensory dynamics to stay in the dream state. The coins may or may not be predominantly golden. It is crucial to comprehend the opposite imperatives of either holding onto the illusion of dream state physicality (and the false senses of touch and movement; somatosensory, vestibular, and kinaesthetic) or allow the natural processes that initiate viable physical awareness while waking (by way of the somatosensory cortex and vestibular cortex). Orange predominating during this mode and processing factor is rare and correlates more with sustaining control of both somatosensory and kinaesthetic dynamics combining hands and arms.

Will you describe some examples (of arm atonia as causing dream content)?

I will first explore content from the final segment of twelve different dreaming experiences. I will summarize my dream's narrative and outcome (the last scene before waking). (Much more detail appears in the original entries though my newsletters will contain some information that is not in the original entry.)

1: Two ghostly green tentacles rise, phasing from out of a tabletop (from an unseen octopus). Their orientation begins to correlate with the positions of my arms (in sleep) as I become aware of this surreal representation.

2: I see two miniaturized gray boom gates that mirror each other. They eventually morph into pale green record player tonearms that mirror each other. (The left tonearm is less mobile. It correlates with my left arm and the fact I am sleeping on it, though not as uncomfortably as during other dreams.)

3: At the end of my quest to find a sacred lizard, I discover a gray-green Eryops (prehistoric amphibian) on a riverbank. Its tiny legs squirm, worm-like, and it cannot walk. (People had recently cut off its legs, but they are growing back.) In this dream, I sense the creature's appendages correlate with alleviating the sleep atonia of my arms and legs.

4: I continue to pull the pull-cord of a lawnmower to try to start it, but I cannot get it to run. I eventually realize I need to wake to move my arm from an uncomfortable position.

5: An unknown man annoys me with a green snake hand puppet over most of his left arm. In this case, I was sleeping on my left arm. (In my dream, I was also sitting on the left arm of the pale green couch. Dreaming experiences often doubly render the same causation factors, and I find that intriguing.) A puppeteer is a sleep-wake personification suggesting taking control of the imaginary physicality of liminality.

6: At the end of a vivid dream, I begin to realize that what I thought was a coral snake in our bed near my right arm is a result of me misperceiving my right arm.

7: A green saguaro cactus about the same size as a human being is kept in a room in a plant pot by a scientist. Eventually, with its two "arms," it attacks the man. In this case, the arm atonia included having pins and needles in one arm. The cactus is "coming to life" as signifying a person waking up.

8: In the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house, near the south windows, I find a tall grapevine growing from a plant pot. It seems sentient. I "shake hands" with it and hear a rustling.

9: I go into the southwest bedroom of the Cubitis house to confront a giant praying mantis (about the size of a horse). There is no battle even though I consider fighting it, but I do not feel threatened by it, only curious. (Even so, I should point out the correlation here is with thoughts of boxing and achieving arm mobility, from out of sleep atonia. The influence came from a few factors, the movie "The Deadly Mantis," recently being given boxing gloves, and my father's routine where he tapped a praying mantis, saying "point to the cows" and it moved one of its front legs.)

10: During emergence from a microdream, I look down upon a penguin that is falling face up into a cheering crowd. In this instance, its waving flippers correlate with resolving partial arm immobility. (Microdreams often have only one process, commonly including falling, floating, and vestibular system correlation. They are not usually long enough to include liminality as sustaining a virtual barrier between dream space and waking space, only the drop back into wakefulness or a floating illusion.)

11: I try to help an old lady cross the street, and when I focus on her more, I find myself breaking her arm off. She becomes about half my size. Her arm is that of a stick insect, and it seems she is human yet also with the attributes of a stick insect.

12: I try to catch a small green snake in an orange soda bottle. Zsuzsanna sits down and puts her left foot upon the snake to stop it from crawling anywhere (a reference to sleep atonia even though a snake is a waking alert factor).

In my next newsletter, I will explain more of these processes and add clarifications to this content.

#dream journal #meaning of dreams

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