Thread: My Wild Kenetic Dreams

I few nights ago I had one hell of a vivid dream. It started out with some old memories of elementary school...particularly about I kid I really didn't like named Amanda. I always thought of her as a spoiled arrogant snot and always felt her presence as negative and threatening. I was sitting in a desk in the marching block alignment style they were always arranged in with the other students. But it was outside in a beautiful park on a sunny day. The sky was all hues of blue like a painting and the grass was lush and fragrant. A friend of mine was sitting next to me, she is twice my age in "real life". She was talking about Amanda and how she was an arrogant snotty bitch. I looked over to Amanda sitting in her desk.

Her mother was talking to her asking her why she didn't do well on a test. Her tone of voice and demeanor was accusatory of lassitude and disrespect. This was a dream so the words weren't the focus. Amanda was hurt but suppressed her feelings of inadequacy by acting tough and arrogant. Her father was from Iran and very domineering towards her mother and looking down on women. Her mother reacted to his intimidation by pushing Amanda in school to prove something to him. She had no regard for Amanda's feelings and only cared about scholarly success much like a rabid soccer mom with sports. Her upbring built her a sharp and bloody sword to make her way.

I left "class" and started walking down this road it got darker and darker until night arrived...then running, then riding a bike then driving then I was at an amphitheater in the mountains and it was cold! Rush was playing but I didn't have a ticket and was walking to the box office and a lady announced there were front rows seats available. I ran over there and said yeah I want...then I realized I was by myself...I called my b/f and told him. He said how am I going to get there now and never could tell me yes or no...this really bummed me out. I never actually bought a ticket...I just went up there and stood there and nobody cared.

Then the show started and they were amazing, their energy was like flashing light shocking my soul. They were all smiling the whole time then I realized I was dreaming and it became lucid but I woke up. (that tends to happen and since I haven't had a lucid dream in a while I did)

Night before last:

I was flying a Cessna 152 (don't remember how it got to that) and I landed on a grass field in the rain. The mist of rain was a blue violet haze and so nice and cool. I had the plane stopped but running at idle and looked down. I could see the ground, there was no door or fuselage anymore. The wheels were hovering 6 inches from the ground so I jumped down and the plane shrunk to the size of a bee and buzzed off.

Then I walked into this building that was like a museum. There were all these people in a long line in a room that was bland, with white walls and rusty metal pole long line divider things...you know like when your waiting to ride something at a theme park. The floor was bland concrete stones. I don't know what the people were waiting for there was nothing. I started floating above them and one man was standing on a concrete stage telling jokes. The people waited and one at a time with a pause in between then left the line and walked out a door. I walked out the door and was back on the airfield but this time there was a asphalt runway.

My b/f was sitting in a van and the back opened up. Somehow his seat was conveniently in the back just inside the door. He looked at me and sniffed and his nose was completely packed with coke! WTF? He said "here, want some smack?" and handed me a syringe. Ok I have never in real life ever shot up heroin, but I did in the dream. And let me tell you...it was oh so good!

He drove off real fast and a ghost van was left sitting where his was. I got in and took off after him. I was really stoned and felt so good while driving down this winding road after him. All these kids kept running out in front of me then darting back like annoying squirrels. I gave up driving and got out and started walking. The road turned into a brick path that went into a building that was open to the outside with winding paths and gardens. It was beautiful and I was still higher than a kite.

There were all these people there that were obviously church goers and I felt really out of place. I had to get out of there! I looked down at a brick and it changed into a scene that I entered and after that I don't remember what happened.

Originally Posted by Lamneth-25

Ok I have never in real life ever shot up heroin, but I did in the dream. And let me tell you...it was oh so good!

Lol, just watch you don't become a dream junkie. Taking naps in the middle of the day to shoot up on dream heroin.

Originally Posted by The Cusp

Lol, just watch you don't become a dream junkie. Taking naps in the middle of the day to shoot up on dream heroin.

Hey can't hurt eh?

I was at an airport but it looked more like a doctor's office inside. I looked at the tile floor and there was a pond in it and kids were chasing frogs around trying to catch them and they gradually became more like puppies (both the children and the frogs). Then I looked around and I was outdoors and the sky was stormy, black clouds and magenta sky. It was cold and windy and I was walking back to the entrance of the airport even though I as outside. Planes were taking off constantly and I was having to walk around lots of ponds on narrow slippery grass paths between them. Rat sized dogs of all breeds stood there staring at me when I got close they jumped in like frogs would.

I was back in middle school and every room I went in was a locker room/bathroom. But there were guy and girls in them and they were urinating in front of each other WTF? I kept trying to get away but every room was the same. I went in a shower stall and closed the curtain and my boyfriend was in there. Then we were in a room by ourselves. But when we were trying to have sex his parents were sitting at a table with us. It was really annoying and weird. I hate dreams like that!

Last night I was totally aware I was dreaming but had little control. I kept waking up during this dream but WILDed back into every time.

I was standing on an incline at the bottom of a mountain. It was lush and green and the sky was amazing with a rainbow diving behind the mountain. I started to take a picture of it then heard gunshots. Some militant guys with guns were shouting at us (me and my b/f) and told us to sit down. Well, they had guns so we sat. They came over and told us to go with them that we were under arrest. They had Russian accents and spoke in a weird language when they talked to each other. They led us into a generic building resembling several things, a school, a mall, an office, a hospital a police station...etc. They left us and we looked at each other and said lets get outta here!

We ran out of the building and I felt the most oppressive feeling as we ran out to the 10 lane highway in front of the lonely mountain. It was gray and hazy and we started running across the lanes. Cars would just appear out of the haze and come strait at us from the right. We reached the median and a car coming from the right got onto the median and tried to run us over. We barely made it across the other 5 lanes. We went down a little hill and there was a gravel lane than went through a series of tolls and such. We ran down the lane and reached the first toll and my b/f said it senses the cars by weight so it won't pick us up. We ducked under the barrier and heard an alarm.

Some Arabian guys started shouting at us in some weird language. A huge black German Shepherd was lunging at the fence on the other side of the toll booth. They let him out and we started running but not fast enough so we ran like dogs on all fours and got out of sight. Then there was a tent instead of toll booth. We reached it and an Arabian boy stepped out from behind a rusty door and a pastry appeared in my hand. He said squeeze it one time for pink, I looked at him and my b/f and said "why is there so much math?" I squished it once and pink jelly came out. "The numbers are so real!" I ate it and it was really good and handed him a penny and he smiled. Then we walked around the tent and it was made of the most beautiful psychedelic fabric that you could see through.

We decided to hide inside from the guys with guns who were still looking for us. We could still hear them shouting. There was a wooden bench in there that I was going to sit on but it was covered in piss. I walked away form it and there were silk pillows piled up all pristine and clean. I laid down there and my friend Rene was there. She haded me a beautiful handmade wooden thing. It was flat kind of banana/sword shaped stained dark brown and had the name of a Island on it. She had several of these and they were varying in shape, size and color. They were all on a key chain and she told me that they were all the places she had traveled too.

Then my mom handed me a small white plastic Roman architect building. I turned it around and my brother and his g/f were on the steps. She said they had been there and then handed me another one similar with them on it but it floated as if weightless. She told me they went in space to that one.

Another dream I had last night...

I was looking into the face of a boy but it was incomplete and grotesque. He had Lemur like eyes and feature but there were parts that were missing. Then there was a man who was normal but resembled the boy. It was his father. He had a Lemur sitting on his shoulder and it kissed him on the lips. He said she was his wife...I looked at the boy again That's all I remember

I asked to have a dream last night that shows me what I really need to know. I only remember part of it.

I was riding in a van with my friend Rhonda. She was driving me around the countryside. There was a woman with two huge shepherd dogs that had lion manes. They guarded her from everything...they were majestic beautiful dogs that appeared to have control over anything they focused on. They walked beside her warding off threats.

Next was images of "lesser" dogs charging after something unseen menacingly. It was as though their existence was hectic and manifested danger. They were trained to do that but the lion dogs' mere presence took command. With them around, there was no threat.