Night of January 1, 2004. Thursday.
Dream #: 13,527-08. Reading time: 1 min 10 sec.
I am in my room in Cubitis with no memory of my age or waking life status. It may be that I am a teenager, though there is no backstory. I am sitting up in bed, which is adjacent to the west wall near the southwest corner, its head to the south as I face north. (This was its last location before I moved to Wisconsin.)
Despite this absence of viable access to my unconscious mind common to dreams (other than when there is emerging liminality during the waking process), I am looking at and contemplating a star wheel, an item I have only seen since living in Australia. (I have no recall of moving to Wisconsin in 1978 or of starting my life in Australia in 1994 as is common in this mode). I notice arcs of printed words but do not study them more closely. I can make out the word "flu" but do not recall its meaning. Looking again, it seems to be "fla" (likely for Florida).
Ultimately, this is the process of attempting to read something in my dream, which I have done since early childhood to enhance my awareness within the dream state. (The act has nothing to do with waking life since it is a deliberate focus on the dream state regardless of my dream self's mode.)
I suspect "flu" is a curious play on associations with flight that occurs as a result of the floating sensation upon entering sleep (or being in liminal space), why I have effortlessly flown during every sleep cycle for over 50 years (automatically easier than walking in dreams). As is typical, words in dreams distort and change, typically into gibberish, due to the lack of viable thinking skills, including language skills.
