Afternoon of July 26, 2015. Sunday.
Although these days, I usually know and reflect upon immediate meanings or “interpretations” behind most (personal) dream events, I sometimes discover unexpected parallels and associations from older dreams, some of which are just too unexplainable at some levels to ignore.
Recently, I once again find more television and movie influence than I ever expected, oddly precise, which is somewhat frustrating. While it is true that precognitive layers have come before seeing a particular show or reading or knowing of a certain book (including comic books though basically anything seen or read including catalogs), there seems to be unexpected layering even relative to certain dates over many years. Finding out just last night that “I do not think that I want to be a tree” (September 13, 1979, the “prototype” from September 13, 1970 prior to my vivid “Tornado” dream), which had precognitive tie-ins with my wife-to-be and was also on her birthday, was, unexpectedly, based on influence from a repeated episode of “My Three Sons” (amusing since I have three sons) just hours before (and I may have already known this as a boy but did not always document this when it occurred, even with “The Pink Planet”, which was loosely based on “When Worlds Collide”).
What interests me is what mechanism determines what is used and what is discarded in non-lucid and unscripted dreams (as I now can have whatever dreams I want through focused imagery and very light mental affirmation sessions thus activating the so-called Tetris effect, though which would be pointless to post online), regardless of any influence or personal experience (or even conscious beliefs), aside from whatever mechanism is responsible for precognition and remote viewing. What is it that so precisely takes from fictional portrayals (television, movies, and books) yet also shapes them into something different, yet I have also discovered that most of the patterns that seem to have been influenced by movies or television also had personal prototypes before the concept was on a television show, which also puzzles me. In the “It’s a Woman’s World” episode of “My Three Sons” as related above (aired the night of September 12, 1970), the main character has to play a tree in a school play (against his better judgement) for Dodie, the theme being “females are instinctive manipulators”, an idea which is inherently wrong since everyone has such a capacity. My prototype dream, which eventually became the “final” version nine years later to the date and just happened to fall on Zsuzsanna’s eleventh birthday, had some of the same inferences, but quite different in other ways. Of course, my dream involved “real” magic and a “real” (but remaining in silhouette and shadow) witch. My becoming a leafless tree was possibly a self-sacrifice to free the young witch that had been a tree all that time at the top of the hill (and this had real-life associations too detailed to get into here). Though the television episode and my dream’s plot are very similar at one level (“I have to be a tree for this girl to be happy or free of setbacks”), they are very different in others, including the unexplainable foreshadowing of my long-term future. However, it is rather hard to believe that something like the title “My Three Sons” could actually result over time, in me having three sons. It just sounds a bit too preposterous.
Also just recently, I unexpectedly (while looking for an image for this entry which I had first intended for part two of my recent seven-part symbol set) had the “flash” of the source of a fairly short dream from February 21, 2014 (“White Noise” Staircase). Sometimes it is hard to believe that so much layered detail can be stored in the mind and unfold in seemingly enigmatic dreams. Of course, the “white noise staircase” (which even had the same light audio as the movie scene, in retrospect) was the staircase from “The Other”, which had been covered in cattail fluff (meant to represent “heavenly” clouds, I assume) and was metaphorical for seeing the “angel” near the last part of the movie at the top of the stairs (before she throws herself into the fire while Niles/Holland escapes). This seemed (only based on the movie’s theme) that each person has “two sides”, good and bad, although that is probably an oversimplification, as “good” and “bad” is not inherently empirical at times, which is obvious to any culture that has been conquered or decimated by supposedly “good” Christians or those of other “good” faiths. Even so, this dream was perhaps telling me that it “wasn’t my time” (to be “engulfed” by either the universe, negativity, society, faux religion, or possibly death) thanks to having “unlocked” certain information about my life’s path (though Niles/Holland “cheated” by sawing the lock off previously, before his potential demise). I will get into more potential meaning behind this in my next (part two of seven of the symbol sets) journal entry.
Another realization that flashed was how “The Imp” (September 9, 1977 for the clearest version, it seems) was finally resolved to be influenced by all things, by “Josie and the Pussycats in Outer Space”, the first episode of the original “Josie and the Pussycats” airing, oddly enough, September 12, 1970 (same day as “It’s a Woman’s World” described above). However, “The Imp” was seemingly influenced from the first episode of the “in Outer Space” version, from “Where’s Josie?” - aired on September 9, 1972. I think it is interesting how features (however previously unresolved) in dreams look more by “design” the more you look. The fluffy imp from my dream was finally resolved to have been modeled after “Bleep” (as in “What the bleep is going on?”), the otherwise “forgotten” character from the show, also looking somewhat like a mobile little cloud (the Johnny Ray song, “The Little White Cloud That Cried” also seems relevant). Overall, as “Josie” (symbolically) was the neighbor girl who had recently moved (even more relevant as she actually played Josie in our role-playing games), the imp from “Pandora’s box” (appearing as an old jewelry box in the ashes where the bonfire was often set in reality) represented a more solid transition to my real wife-to-be. (The episode’s synopsis: “Josie is kidnapped by an alien named Karnak, a deposed ruler who is intent on reconquering the populace of Zelc.”) In my teenage mind at one level, “Josie” was also “taken”, but Bleep was “out of the box” (“cat out of the bag”?) to represent my transition, as this was also less than a year prior to my family’s move back to Wisconsin. Being that it also seemed to be very vaguely associated with Pandora’s box (though jewelry boxes were almost always lightly associated as such for whatever reason), it also represents eventual major change (not necessarily negative, though).
Also, “The Imp” is probably a distortion of the influence from my extremely long lucid dream from November 5th (to November 6th), 1965 in my older sister (deceased) Marilyn’s apartment while I relaxed on the couch, which was a very intriguing experience I still reflect on with gratitude. This lucid dream occurred, and was influenced by, watching (apparently a repeated episode of “Outer Limits”) “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” which at age four greatly intensified my interests in different states of consciousness. There were states where I was able to see the television very clearly yet could not hear anything at all but pure silence, particularly where the creature (from another dimension) in the box approaches the “eye in the sky” metaphorical image. The actual words I read from the newspaper at this time were: “A woman waits for a mortal to exchange places with her bridegroom entombed for 35 years”. (It was about 34 years from birth when I married.)
Learning more and more about subliminal and not-so-subliminal meanings and transitions is very satisfying for me - especially as it goes so far beyond the fake “interpretations” by people who pretend to understand dreams yet have no clues whatsoever as there is no possible way (other than by admitting to telepathy as a feasible communication) that someone could know the past transitions and associations or unique memories of another person (or personal unique symbols and metaphors either). However, it does not really solve certain inherent mysteries regarding the Source or Universal Mind, the one that has blessed me with my beautiful wife Zsuzsanna and all that I have experienced since birth.
Updated 07-26-2015 at 12:54 PM by 1390
For the third time in my life this has happened...the first time this has happened to me I was 10, again when I was 18, and now it happened last night (22 turning 23 next week) I remember it as clear as day, it was a short dream I am sitting on a fallen palm tree that's sitting on white sand with my toes in clear blue water with two furry dogs? (they were kind of big) one was all black with blue eyes and the other was all white with red eyes. There was a strong breeze that came through I close my eyes to stop the sand from coming in. I opened them and there was a woman, I couldn't see her face she had the sun directly behind her. She seem kind, it was like I knew who she was without really know who she actually was, weird and may not make a whole lot of sense but that's the best way I can explain it. Anyways she softly takes my hand in hers turn my hand palm facing up and with a paint brush made from bamboo she writes something on my arms first starting with the left arm and then the right arm.
This woman drops the paint brush and a gust of wind blows me off the tree and into the water but I don't fall in I catch myself and I look up and she's gone. I look down at the water and see ripples but can't tell what's causing them, I look at my arms and see these odd symbols so odd I don't even know what to compare them to, and then it starts to rain...a sun shower and that was when the dogs that I have with me get up we go through a door and I rub my arms to try to dry myself off and I looked down and whatever the woman wrote on me was smeared, for some reason it made me upset. And then I wake up now I don't know if the same exact dream happened the other two times all I remember from those is just waking up with those same symbols always smeared. What does it all mean? Should I be worried?
Me my sister and my half sister are standing in my yard in front of my house. It is pitch dark night. For some reason we are looking into the sky and night clouds form, then we see them form into land in the sky, choppy patterned green beige and orange islands. They are frightened and ask me what is going on, I tell them a storm is coming, but not the usual kind. They are confused by my explanation. I tell them a storm of evil is coming. And I was right, we see two missiles shoot down from the sky from far away, and it lands somewhere and the earth rumbles a little bit, and I bright flash of light shines from of the earth where the missiles landed. I told them now look what forms in the sky, we look and we see symbols, satanic symbols. Evil depictions. My mom runs out and asks what's going on, I tell her to look at the sky, she does and see's all the things, they form and disappear fast and new things form. Then I pointed them all to a part of the sky that seems to have a holy depiction, we are iffy of it but I can tell we all seem relieved by it. Then we all walk towards the house and go into the door into the house and we lose our worry.
21.11.2013 1/2NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Eu não estava no sonho.
A única coisa que eu via era um tabuleiro com vários símbolos e desenhos.
Havia alguém narrando histórias/mitologias usando as imagens do tabuleiro.
Eu/alguém pedia pra esse narrador contar a história do Brasil usando o tabuleiro.
Numa determinada parte da narração aparecia um desenho era uma lula cinza/bege num círculo azul claro.
‘Cause I promised I would and everything seems to be telling me to get back into the whole dreaming thing.
Not a five star entry, so no recording for this one. >.>
17.3.2012Fun House (Non-Lucid)
★★★★☆NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Both of us peek inside the wooden crate sitting on my deck. Inside sits an assortment of bottle, each a different blend of some sort of coffee mixture intended for consumption before the special event I’d set up for the two of us later that night. MTM grabs the most potent bottle of the lot and downs it before I can protest. I sip something much more mild, but the effects of the drink are immediately apparent.
I frown, knowing that MTM has probably already been compromised, but preparations continue, as the two of us glide down to a field behind my house. Words were exchanged with the man in charge of tonight’s festivities, a suave twenty-something with short, blond hair and a red jacket over a black undershirt. After a few winks and candidly coded responses between him and MTM, I confirm my suspicions: she works for them now.
Looks like I’ll be doing things alone.
The day passes, night falls, and the real fun begins. After a mostly uneventful day filled with brief bits of uninspired HvZ and other campus shenanigans, I find myself riding a motor-powered skateboard, racing to the big event. Not satisfied with the speed, I kick things up a notch and transform the motor-power into rocket-power and the wheels into anti-gravity pads.
Tearing through the streets, blanketed in the glow of yellow-orange street lamps and rushing neon lights, I make my way to the first check-point and blaze past the rag-tag line of people assembled in front of the entryway, up the concrete stairs, and over the dingy, dark-red carpet. Finally, in the first chamber, I dismount in a flash of sparks and approach the table where the first challenge awaits.
Several guys in dark blazers stand there, hunched over the table in the center of this poorly lit room, watching me approach. Only one person sits, flourishing a deck of cards, grinning as a I approach. Without hesitation, he deals out the cards in front of him, forming rows and columns as the Chinese symbols on the face of the cards, begin to glow a shimmering blue and purple gradient and rise from the cards in a ghastly fashion.
The first to rip itself from the card floats towards me and attaches to my forehead, causing the world around me to shift and distort. I know the game immediately. If I didn’t do something about these symbols, they’d attach to me and mutate my perception, driving me to insanity. Grabbing the board I’d rode in on, I manage to get the exhaust to create a shower of sparks. Quickly, I douse the symbols with those fiery sparks, extinguishing their power and clearing the game.
As I walk toward the stairs, leading up to the next chamber, I notice two other tables and games set-up in front of the stairs. The world sways around me, and I realize: these are just illusions created by the symbol; I can move on.
Ascending the stairs, I’m met with another challenge. This time in a more home-like setting, a woman, who looks like a grade-school teacher smiles briefly at me before finishing up the colorful board she’d been working on. It’s one of those peg boards frequently used in classrooms, decorated with a bright, wavy yellow border and big blue letters on a cerulean background. The letters spell the command: “Ask Margie about H2O.”
In the corner of the room, to my left, rises a giant girl. She can’t be older than eight years old, but she towered over me, bloated and disproportional, with an expressionless look upon her drooling face. One look is all I need to determine the only winning move is not to play. I continue upwards as a fellow challenger comes up the stairs from the first chamber. I hear her ask ‘Margie’ about water. Then come the screams...then silence...
Upstairs now, I make my way to the porch, where I meet the man in charge for the second time today and MTM standing beside him. He expresses surprise that I arrived so early. Not in the mood for bantering, I let him know that he needs to fix whatever was wrong with MTM or he’d regret it. Smugly, he reassures me that I simply need to complete one more task, but I sense betrayal and deceit in his words. Delving deeper, I discover his identity as a vampire and the entirety of his plan. Oblivious to the fact that I know everything, he takes me and MTM into a room with another giant, disproportionate child, this time a toddler.
The door locks behind us and the man stands behind the monstrosity. My final task is simple, he tells me: “Defeat this child.”
Scornfully, I remark, “Don’t insult me. The two of you are so far beneath me I could blow you both away with a single blast.”
“Then do it,” he laughs harshly.
But I’ve already charged up a blast, or at least, tried to. When I release the stream of energy, forming a Kamehameha pose, the blast is imperceptible and simply passes through the head and body of the giant infant. Improvising, I modify the stream’s frequency as it passes through the thing’s brain, mutating it further, restoring its free will and rational thought.
When I’m finished, the giant baby and I have a short, intelligent, discourse, much to the dismay of the suave twenty-something. We bargain out a deal, wherein I let the giant live and he grants me the win. He even offers, very casually, to kill the guy standing behind him, but I insist that honor falls to me...
At a tiny bay just past a water inlet I stood at the grassy shore. Randy from work was there. A stone pillar about 2' wide barely poking out of the water was like a tiny island. On the top were symbols (something about matching symbols and clicking them) (something about cleaning the island)... Disks were being tossed in the water. I dove in to collect them (like at the pool with water rings). After collecting them the water level rose up from being low to high.
May 18, 2010
Synopsis: After so many years I finally learn why I dream of high school, years after I've graduated. Lucid, I tell my DCs that this is a dream, and they dissolve back into me. Later, I dream of a boardwalk with a spectacular scene of water
The Part of Me That Will Never Forget You
I'm back in high school, getting ready for a big colorguard competition. This is a familiar sight! I've been here before, years ago. I know I've graduated from high school, I know I shouldn't be here. But I don't realize I'm dreaming yet. My team assembles and we perform over a large audience. I'm freaking out! I only remember half of the routine, what do you expect? It's been years!
After performance I talk to my captain "Lets go over the routine again". I know she's graduated too, so I'm sure she's having trouble remembering. She agrees! Were all rusty and could use some rehearsing. But right now it's break time. In the down time the team separates into their individual cliques and circle of friends. That's when I walk around and really realize something is completely wrong here.
This team is composed of EVERYONE who I was in colorguard with. But that can't be right. How could this team have seniors from when I was a freshman, and freshman from when I was a senior? The two age groups never went to high school in the same time period! And why am I here? I start to do the math. When I graduated from high school, when I graduated from college, this is insanity! I'm dreaming!
I quickly run to my closest team members who were off in their own room. I wanted to show them something amazing. To be honest, I was hoping in some way they weren't just dream characters, that I was some how dreaming with my old high school friends. I interrupt their gossip "This is a dream! Let me show you!". I start to levitate in front of them. At first they look at me as though I'm insane. But then they smile and giggle girlishly.
"It's a dream!" I grab my friend by the hand so I can show her dream flying for herself. I take a quick turn around the room! But when I look at my hand, it's not my friend I'm holding, but some random object. I look around in the room, and all of my friends have turned to objects.
I know this, I've seen this before dozens of times in dreams. Suddenly I'm talking to a dream character, half way in our conversation I become lucid, I want to continue the conversation now that I'm lucid, but the dream character transforms into some plain old object. Sometimes I ignore the dream transition, and keep talking to the object. . . . . But then it just feels like I'm talking to myself. . . .
I'm disappointed that my friends aren't dream characters anymore. I just wanted to fly with them.
I run into the hallway where the rest of the team was assembled. My captain starts talking about our next performance. I shove my way right between all of them, and I levitate. "Ahem. . ." My captain seems annoyed that I'm interrupting her all so important lecture. "Look at my feet!". I dangle my toes wish were freely in the air! The freshmen start shouting "Wow!! That's so cool!" But the older members who've known me longer seem really disturbed. Angry, confused, terrified.
"Whats going on?" The older members ask
"This is a dream! Don't you see! It's a dream!"
I wanted so much to dream with them, to make them all lucid and we could all go on some colorguard dreaming adventure together! They look at each other, and suddenly they seem to understand this dream nature. Maybe more than me.
My captain asks me "If this is a dream, and you're the dreamer, then who are we?"
The room gets quiet. The whole team waits for my answer. Quiet faces. Happy faces. Anxious faces. I looked into their eyes. My throat tightens up, I could barely say what I'm going to say. "You are the part of me that will never forget you."
The room lightens up! Everyone seems happy! It didn't matter who, or if they were members I didn't get along with, or superficial cliques. In this tiny fraction of time, we were all here together and happy! I wanted so much to dream with them, to have a dream adventure with them. But then instantly before my eyes, they all turn into dolls and animal plushies. 'They' were 'gone', and I was all alone in an empty band hall. With no one to talk to, or be with, except maybe the only person who I have ever talked to or hanged out with in a high school dream - myself.
For the first time, I understood why these dreams seem to haunt. It's simple, I'll never forget them. And these dream character are the part of ME that remind that.
I leave the band hall and fly outside to find a new lucid dream adventure. But I was still sad at the lonely nature of my dream. My dream becomes a black void, and I don't remember after time.
After what feels like a long time I'm in a new dream. I'm walking along a huge boardwalk. Water takes on a spectacular scene in front of me. It's as if in the middle of the ocean, there's a water fountain the size of an Egyptian pyramid. The water was pouring from this structure. I can't make out the structure, because the water is pouring from the very top, and veiling it. I watch a giant bird land on this watery structure. Then I realize that's no bird but a dinosaur! I watch another spectacular scene, as a massive boat sails right through the water-pyramid. The boat, still submerged under water, sails right under the boardwalk! I run to the other side of the boardwalk to see it as it passes.
It was moving at such an incredible speed for such a massive ship, the water around it bubbled up and moved out of it's way! A dream character shouts "Did you see how fast that ship was moving? That was unreal!". It was unreal, it defies the laws of physics!
I woke up shortly after.
February 2, 2010
Synopsis: Dream Wheel dream. Exploring different 'territories'. Pool bringing lucidity. Epic storms! Strange green symbols of doom!
I was exploring different 'territories'. It was sort of like a touristy field trip for me to visit these different territories.
Now some tourists were using a map to guide them. I wasn't! I just ran around the place with no direction! The first territory that I explored was a giant suburbia. According to the tourist guide, it's the backyards that are a real point of interest. So I invaded every back yard I could. Well at least in this territory, it's perfectly legal to do so! From suburbia I can see two other territories, one is a forest and the other is a giant building. I enter the giant building. It's mostly just architecture. There isn't much in the building except for a tiny pool hiding in the corner.
I take a dip in the pool and swim around for a bit. The tourist family watches me in envy, they were obese and were too self conscious to take a dip.
Coming out of the pool I become lucid. I quickly fly out of the large windows of the building. Two massive storm systems in territories far and away catch my attention. One was just an overgrown rain cloud that covered the entire horizon. The other was a tornado system, with twisters going towards the sky instead of towards the ground.
There was also a rollercoaster, and being lucid I achieve an old goal of riding a rollercoaster in a dream.
I forgot about the dream wheel, and decided to visit the two other territories safely above their storms. But that's when my dream characters pointed my attention towards the ground. On the ground were three green glowing symbols. In my minds eye, it spontaneously meant two things. One was 'summoning'. That these glowing symbols had the power to summon/bring...something here. And/or at least a targeting system for something to land here! I didn't know what that something was! Which made the experience frightening, almost alien!
But I did feel there weren't enough green symbols yet.
(note: the dream wheel has five points for it's five members!)
Having completely forgotten the wheel, I imagined the next best thing. That these symbols meant the wrath (the storms) of God were coming here!!..........Well this was when I lost my lucidity completely. This whole place is going to blow! It's the end of the world!!
I told the rest of the dream character to run for it, the wrath of the storms were coming!! Panic ensues! We were too afraid to run in the streets, we imagined that this some how would leave us wide open to lightning strikes. Instead, we climbed from one backyard to the next, slowly making our way to the next safest territory. It was actually physically exhausting for me to climb those fences, and the ground had already turned to mud. The kind that just sucks up your feet. I imagined if worse comes worse, I could just transform into a cat and hide in a hole until the storm passes!! I woke up shortly after.
Updated 06-18-2010 at 10:37 PM by 6004