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I know It's already November 1st but I want to revisit this dream because it was weird and cool.

It was a short dream, and I had a few dreams before it that were similar, but not as eerie. It was eerie, yes, but it was eerily meaningful. And I liked it. :3

I was in the cafeteria lunch line getting some Chex Mix. And I think some lemonade. And I was paying for my stuff when I noticed one of my friends was....hovering around me. He was.... standing near me. Eerily. Maybe not so like a creeper, but it was strange for him. And in this dream he was even TALLER than usual, so he was towering over me. I let him do that because I was not unfazed, but soon I had enough, and I looked up. I had to literally lean back and look up to catch a glimpse of his eyes.
"What?" I asked innocently. He smiled at me wickedly, as if he knew something.

It might be a good idea to mention that it was tacitly known that I was in a coma before getting to the cafeteria. Like, for a week. I don't know how I knew or anyone else did, but that is crucial. There was also some sort of "play" that was performed when I was knocked out. Everyone had went instead of me.

Anyway, I asked him what. He smiled this satisfied little smile and replied, "Come with me. I want to tell you something."
So I followed him to the end of the room where there were less people. And I grew excited because I thought he was going to tell me something important. He turned around and I stared up.

"Do you remember that play you missed? The one that went on when you were asleep?"
"Yeh, Everyone went except for me." I frowned. He smiled.
He half-stepped closer. "Not Everybody." He smiled even wider, and his eyes sparkled.
"What are you getting at?" I asked, incredulously.
His face receded back into genuine goodness. "I didn't go. Because I never left your bedside when you were asleep. While they watched the play, I was waiting for you to wake up."

My heart lifted, and I was happy. I remembered a scene from futurama when Fry was consoling Leela in a coma. I imagined this guy in his place, and I hugged him.
"That is the sweetest thing ever!" I cried from nestled into his chest. Then the dream ended. sadness.

(Good -- um... afternoon, everybody. On the weekdays, I usually write my dreams in the morning, on my subway ride in to work. But this morning I didn't think I remembered any dreams.

Then, sitting at work (really stressing over something, in fact), I suddenly recalled this dream. Weird.

The dream is weird. I'd say at least part of the influence on it is the fact that over the past couple days I've been reading Jack Kerouac's Book of Dreams. In one dream, Kerouac meets Dinah Shore. That dream was so charming, I think I also wanted to have a dream where I met a celebrity. So my unconscious obliged... kinda.)

Susan Faludi was out in the desert doing research on a new book she was writing. The book was similar to The Terror Dream. But this book had less to do with feminism and more to do with some general national conspiracy. I probably identified with Faludi or saw through her eyes.

Faludi had discovered whatever it was she had been trying to discover. She may now have been standing by her car in an empty road in the middle of the desert. Faludi may have slammed down the trunk or hatchback of her car with an air of finality.

She intended to go somewhere. Instead of taking her car, which now may not even have existed, she flew up into the air, possibly by means of a red and white striped parachute.

She flew away to her right, along the road. She knew that she actually needed to head along the road, but in the opposite direction. She flew over a small overpass. This overpass was a landmark telling her she was definitely going in the wrong direction.

The wind was carrying her in this direction, although she "had control" over "her power of flight." She kept telling herself that she would work up the momentum of the wind in order to get swinging around in the correct direction.

But she kept flying and flying in the wrong direction. It was now night. Faludi was in the woods. It was cold and snowing. Still flying along the highway, I/Faludi (I definitely was part of her decision making process here) saw a billboard. The billboard was on a 50-foot tall, steel column.

I knew that if I/she grabbed on to the guard rail in front of the walkway before the billboard, I/she could stop the uncontrolled flight and at least get my/her bearings. So Faludi grabbed the railing and did some kind of elastic flip onto the walkway before the billboard.

The walkway was snowy and lit by a few fluorescent flood lamps. Othewise, everything was snowy, cotton-grey dark. Some pine trees may have reached as high as the billboard.

Faludi huddled behind some weird, clear, plastic rectangle which I figured was some kind of a solar panel for powering the billboard's lights. Faludi thought she could call someone, perhaps her husband, to pick her up here. But it was just so cold, and she felt like it would take forever for someone to get here.

I had a false awakening. I was going about my "daily life" when somebody, possibly my mother, told me that Susan Faludi had died. I was really surprised and upset. I regretted the fact that I'd never gotten to meet her.

But it also seemed weird that Faludi should have died. She had always seemed like such a healthy person to me.

Somehow I saw a photo of her -- possibly on the web. The photo showed Faludi in a motorized wheelchair, like they have at the front of grocery stores, the kind that look almost like cars or scooters with baskets on the front. Faludi was overweight, with short, grey hair. She wore a white t-shirt and black slacks, both of which were sloppy and tight on her.

Again, this didn't make sense. I thought, There's no way Faludi could have changed this quickky. I began to doubt seriously whether Faludi was in fact dead.

(Just one small note on this, from November 14th. After looking at some news images, I realize that the image Susan Faludi is hiding behind in the snow is a teleprompter. I'm not sure why a teleprompter is hanging out on a billboard. And I'm not sure why I thought it was a solar panel.

But, then again, I'm still not sure why this dream involved Susan Faludi. The actions in this dream are completely the opposite of what I feel Falud's actions would be. They're more like what I think my own actions would be. So maybe the dream is saying I wish I was like Susan Faludi, but that I'm just still horribly, embarrassingly like myself. Oh, well.)

Very unusual night so this will be an unusual entry. I slept 11h 17m. But I still don't feel rested.

I dreamed that my mother gave birth to a pair of twin girls. I either have a wife or I live with my sister. I also have a son and maybe another daughter. They might be adopted as well. None of my family members look or act as they should. I feel like I'm another person in another family. Anyway, we split the newborn twins so that my mother cares for one and I care for the other. This seems to be a point of contention in the family. I want the children to be raised a certain way while my mother wants another.

Then the dream skips around through the childhood of these children and I get to see the difference between the twin raised by my mother and the one raise by me. I recall one scene where we are outside a movie theater. Our kids get into a fight with a group of bullies. I break up the fight. Then my son starts drawing something on the sidewalk in paint and everyone watches like he's a virtuoso artist.

Throughout the night, this dream theme recurred in different ways. In one, I am sitting in a dark movie theater, watching a movie about the same storyline. My part was played by Dustin Hoffman. Which now reminds me of his portrayal in Death of a Salesman. Something about appearing on the cover of a magazine dressed as an astronaut. In another dream, I am married and either me or my wife is dying of cancer.

I mostly recall that all these dreams were emotionally charged. I have all this anxiety about family and being a father. Today I feel drained and tired.

i just had a little fragment from a dream or something where i like fought kronos or something

i dreampt i was like going down this ski hill looking at the terrain park on this hill with my friend trevor's mom and sister but i was also with my other friend cole and trevor was't there so yeah for some reason the mom was like telling her daughter to defeat me with like the jumps or something???
idk it didn't make sense

I meet this guy recently who does not have any knowledge about dreams but deff has a deep connection with them all his life..his name is vj..he met me in a dream evn before waking life..it explains a LOT since wen i first met him i felt at ease with him automatically like something inside me knew him..and wen we met it was a deja vu moment for him.he remembers his dreams vividly all the time..and has no doubt that it was me..the thing is he has had a couple of dreams with me in the past b4 he evn evn met me..i told him my dream the other nyt..i dreamt i saw aaron and he tried to kiss me..but my heart beated in the dream and i said "stop..dis is wrong..ur not him" meaning i refused psyfr..i guess i really do care very deeply about vj..coz in my dreams i have 100% honesty..the thing is wen i told him this he cried for long ago he dreamt i left and said goodbye to him and went for aaron..this was b4 he evn met me or aaron..but he remembers evrything so vividly in that dream..i told him time is not linear in that plane that maybe that was the time wen i still was w/ aaron.i can't explain the type of connection me and vj have..but there's something between us.we both feel it..we both feel exactly the same things at the exact same times..i wish i had an explanation..he evn met me as a child he couldn't see my face but he was chasing a girl..and wen he saw my pics from elementary school the form of my body was that girl he was chasing..have i bonded w/ him in dreams which explains the feeling of knowing him wen we first met??i dont know..but all i know is all of this seems soo set up..in his dream i would always say goodbye..but in reality that's something i could nvr do..maybe i always said goodbye in dreams coz i was heading back to reality wer i was truly waiting for him..coz yrs of my lyf i dont remember those dreams he had of me..but i always described my dream man and all the characteristics evn the most specific ones are in vj..so i have no doubt i met him in dreams long ago but i do not recall..

Tonight i tried to ultimate subliminal mp3 but when asleep i pulled the headphones out as in hte morning they weren't in
The only things from my dreams tonight was something to do with drinking cask wine and how bad it tastes.

Missed a few nights but have recorded in dream journal

Hey pretty much im new to this site.
I have one lucid dream from my childhood that i remember, i think i was about 8.

Im in a car, a land-cruiser ute that my dad owned (at the time) but instead of the dashboard all across were there would be a speedometer and etc there was what appeared to be the part of a piano u see when you open up the part above the piano keys all those bits of wood that go up and down, there stll was a steering wheel. I was frightened i remember saying something to my dad who was in another car then he said something like ok see you there. There were friends small friends i think like muppets with me, i then attempeted to drive it somehow, i was near my dads work He has a business at an old brickworks. the street leading up to the gate sort of has wilderness on one side and houses on the other, the street has a large dip in it I was frightened because the car seemed out of control and i went down into the dip which was warping and physics defyingly steep then i appeared at some kind of house maybe one i had visited, i was carrying a staff or stick and i met extremely short people there like my previous friends but i didnt know them and i showed off how i could do kicks by pole vaulting around wiht the stick or some kind of move. I then scared then or impressed them and that is all i can recollect.

I have another From this week or more recently
Its a little boring


I am not playing but sort of manipulating a game i have been playing a lot recently called heroes of newerth. i am controlling it and then i start thinking about strategy, as the game is almost entirely based around strategy I notice im dreaming and think how cool looking at the fading images of the game and still hearing the thoughts of strategy which i remembered that morning but not now i then wake up.

Hello. I had a series of dreams. They were at some places a bit scary. I'm surprised that I didn't realize that I was dreaming, because they were a it weird. Only good thing is, that girl n. didn't show up lol

Hours of sleep: 8h
Vividness: 4/5
Recall: 4/5

1. I'm in a mallI wonder if this is a new dream sign lol. There are a lot of people. Something isn't right, the people are nervous. I'm afraid and don't know what is going on. I want to leave and walk towards a door. But it's closed. I get more afraid and start to panic a bit. I'm nervous and go to a DC. He tells me that we are trapped in this mall and something odd is going on: although the mall is closed and no one gets outsides, some people disappear. I realize this and I get nervous. There is a security guy. He's nervous too. He wants that we go on a different floor. He tells us that we have to hide us somewhere. Most of the people go somewhere else. I go upstairs in the second floor. I go in a broom cupboard. There is also someone else in it: there is a guy, who is really nervous. I ask him if he knew what was going on. He tells me, that some kind of creature is going around in the mall. It catches the people and looked them up in a room too eat them afterwards I panic. I ask him if we are safe in this cupboard. He tells me that this creature was sighted in the first floor. I ask him where the police is. He tells me that most of them are already trapped and few of them run away. They locked up the mall, that this creatures doesn't escape. I get angry about that and I leave the cupboard, although it's dangerous. I go back to the stairs and look down. There is this creature. It looks like a big-foot or something like that. I panic and run away.
I awake. I have my eyes closed. I'm still scared. I don't want to open my eyes because I remembered immediately the last time when I had an nightmare: I awoke and had some weird hallucinations, had the feeling that there was someone who started to pull my legs. So I decided to let my eyes closed, because I already started to get some weird feelings. I tried to calm down and fell asleep immediately
I have still this paranoid feeling. But this time I'm in falling down the sky I'm not alone, there are a few other guys. We are skydiving. A second after, I'm already at the ground. I talk with a DC and say him that it's the second time I did this. I've never skydived before lol. We look a the sky and I see that there are others skydivers. They are dressed in blue. I start running towards the place they are landing. I ask them who they are and they said:
- We don't know, but we are no aliens
What the heck? I want to say something but something terrible happens. We see a burning plane in the sky. It crashes in the ground. I'm scared to death.
My view changes and I see that this crash isn't real, but that I'm watching TV. I start laughing. A family DC shows up and he's angry about the film. He says that this film is shitty and he doesn't want to watch it.
Note: This doesn't make sense at all.
3. I'm in a bus. A university professor enters. In real life, she is really talkative. I hope that she doesn't sits down next to me, because I don't want to speak. BUt she sits down next to me. I say hello, but she doesn't replies. She doesn't start a conversation and doesn't talk at all. I'm surprised. After a few minutes she leaves and get out of the bus.
A second after, I'm standing in front of my home. There are a few friends. They want to talk with me. But I have a really depressing feeling. I'm apathetic and don't show any kind of feeling, although I'm crying in my thoughts.
4. I'm sitting in a bar. In front of me is a table. There is an empty glass a bottle with something alcoholic and a bottle of pineapple juice. I have to mix my drink at my own. I don't have a clue what I'm doing there nor, what drink I ordered.

I finally awake.
PS: Something is wrong with me. These dreams (and the previous ones) reflect this. Unfortunately.

Oddly enough...no recall to start the month. Probably because I had to wake up and run out the door. I just had a 3 night lucid streak though. :raisetheroof:

So maybe I can get something going for November.

see you around

edit: I remember a lot of steps and perhaps some sort of shopping mall. I was with someone and we were trying to get to the roof. And maybe running away from something.

So I thought i should post this since i can still remember vividly every step of a dream that occured about 4 years ago..

To set the scenario, I had just come back from my college gym class (meditation&yoga) & decided to take a quick mid-day nap. I put on some miles davis & lit an incense, then sat yoga style in my bed & started attempting to meditate. After a few minutes i slowly started drifting off into my dream in which i was surrounded by the strong smell of gasoline in an underground parking garage composed of all white marble, and marble beams supporting the low--hanging ceiling. I started looking around only to nitice men dressed in jumpsuits walking around with gas hoses engulfing the floor with gasoline. I then looked next to me & noticed my cousin Nate (who is generally a very balanced & calm minded person) standing to my left. I aknowledged Nate and told him that we should probably move on to a different room since it wasnt safe to stay near the gasoline. Nate agreed so we started walking out of the room into a long narrow hallway (still all white marble) until Nate stopped & told me that I had left something behind. I proceeded to turn around & found that what I had left behind were my ciggarettes. I then bent down to pick them up and lifted them to my nose only to smell the strong aroma of gasoline of the drenched pack of smokes (i think this was my first sign of lucidity).
Next I dropped the cigarettes and continued down the long hallway until we reached a gigantic open room resembling a majestic mall food court. However, this was no ordinary food court, it was again, all white marble, everything in white (even the tables with umberellas). I stood there with Nate looking around until I saw someone sitting down at one of the fairly distant tables. The alarming thing was that he was dressed in all Black! I looked over at Nate & said, "I think that's Kevin Hamilton, he used to sell me weed back in highschool, I havent speoken to him in years.." I then asked Nate, "Why do you think Kevin Hamilton is in my dream??, do you think I should go talk to him??". Nate answered, no Jon, I think we should continue on.
Throughout the rest of the dream, Nate acted as my dream guide answering questions of why i was dreaming certain things & so forth until finally I ended back at the room now almost 6 inches filled with gasoline..
I then sat on the floor and began slapping my hands against the ground simulating the exact beats the the drummer of the miles davis was playing in the background (i am a drummer in real life) & was overwhelmed and excited that I was able to replicate every single beat on point. After a little while doing this, i told my self it was time to wake up out of this dream.
The next thing to happen was that I opened my eyes only to realize that my eyes where the only part of my body that i could move!! I then started looking around & noticing that everything in my room looked exactly the same except there was a broken mirror glued to the ceiling directly above my bed, and when i looked to the right (keep in mind, only with my eyes) i saw a trickle of smoke coming up from the ground...
I felt somewhat alarmed bc I still couldnt move and didnt know why there was a broken mirror above my and smoke to my right, so I began trying to move my body.
Slowly but surely I started to wiggle my toes, then wiggle my fingers, and then like a wave of energy i woke up again!!!! Only this time there was no broken mirror or smoke, but i still could not move..I started wiggling my toes and fingers again and eventually was able to move & get out of bed..........

not sure if any of you have had a similar experience, but would greatly appreciae any feedback on symbolism or anything you have interpreted from this humbling experience...
Thanks!
Jon

★★★☆☆

10/22/10



People continue to crowd into the elevator, and I'm starting to feel claustrophobic. On the verge of freaking out, I start to push the sheep-like masses in the direction of the buttons, hoping that no one else will be able to get on and pick a different floor.

One woman won't budge. She faces the back corner of the elevator. She's looking down at the floor; I can't see her face. Her blonde ponytail swings a bit as I tug on her arm, and it takes me a moment to realize that she's missing a hand. Blood drips onto the floor below us.

In the next second, she swings around with a snarl. I try to back up. I'm pushed away by the other people in the elevator. She's attacking me with her remaining claws, and her teeth are razor sharp and coming towards my neck -

Pause.

The scene stops for a moment, and I disassociate myself from my body. Hanging back, away from the elevator, I think about waking myself up. I'm about to, but

That never works.

All right, so we'll try something else.

Play.

I block the girl's attack and catch her by the forearm. I'm tugging her towards me, stepping forward and sinking elongated teeth into her shoulder. I'm pulling and her arm is coming loose with a sick tearing and a spray of blood.

Scare Factor: 5/10

I had a dream about pancakes and waffles. Yes. I could taste the pancakes very well and they came in different flavors; but lets start from the beginning.

I was walking on a bridge, torn apart, barely hanging by the steel wires and supports. Little islands of concrete floating on the steal strands on the bridge. Next to me, I see people riding motorcycles with a floating text above their heads which stated an addon for Left 4 Dead 2. Suddenly, more ads for Valve games started appearing, then I noticed a small bar across the bridge. When I got to the bar, I found they were serving pancakes and waffles. This was a crowded bar and I finally managed to grab a seat. As I looked at the prices, I noticed it was in the thousands and there were Japanese letters next to the price. The currency was sand, so I assume we paid in grains.

This is a little chart I remembered from my dream. It's the price list:

PANCAKE: 3500, 15000 [Japanese letters/words]
CARAMEL: 3600, 4100
CHOCOLATE: 3800, 4600
[Various other flavors] [Prices]

I'm not sure how we were supposed to count the grains of sand in order to pay, but it makes perfect sense in a dream, so the amount just sort of appeared when I let the sand hit the bar.

I also noticed about the bartender, he is the same bartender in the embassy lounge in Mass Effect. Except this bartender was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.



Anyways, weird dream. Tasted good though :]

My family and I were in this town that was currently on the run from zombies. We dashed inside of a store quickly, and I remember I was following behind them, trying to tell them that these zombies were different than regular zombies. They could think for themselves. They could speak. The only real difference between us was that they were infected by the zombie virus and we weren't.

They didn't believe me.

Other people entered the store, telling us they were heading out of town too. Nobody wanted to get tangled up in the undead thing. The hair on the back of my neck rose up, and I frowned, hiding myself away from them.

I was right to do so. Right as my family was about to leave, having collected supplies from the store, they told us we weren't going anywhere. I knew immediately that these people were the zombies I'd been talking about, and I wanted to shove it in my mom and dad's face.

THey killed my mom and dad before I had a chance to do anything. In retaliation, I hit both of them with a knife in the small of their necks. I do believe that I killed them. That being done, I got the hell out of dodge and ran out of the store, knife still in hand, and down the street. I ran until I couldn't anymore, tears blurring my vision, sobs in my chest. I was alone.

Somebody directed me to a military outpost, and it was there that I finally collapsed. Men with guns poked me, telling me that if I didn't get myself checked out by a medic, they were going to assume I was infected. So somehow, I managed to pick myself up and off the ground and to a medical tent.

There they checked me out and okayed me. I tried to tell them that these zombies were different. They were like us. But nobody would listen to me. I heard a scream on the far end of the camp, and I sat there and closed my eyes.

Then I woke up.

( Note: My dream decided that 'paratrooper' is what it wanted it to be. I wasn't actually referencing to the military branch itself. )

I can remember that I was crazy enough to decide I wanted to try and become a Paratrooper, so I signed myself up for the training and off I went. It was harsh, it was insane, and it felt at times like my body nearly broke itself in two. But whenever it just got too tough, I kept telling myself to do one more foot, another step, another piece of the crawl.

Finally, our final test came. I thought I failed it. The instructor called me and another person into his office, and he slapped two paper packets down onto his desk. He gave us a smile and congradualted us on a successful run. Inside was everything we needed to understand what we had to do to start being paratroopers. Supplies, recommendations, etc.

To celebrate, I asked him if we could make a haunted house, since it was so close to Halloween. Surprisingly, he agreed. The next few days I was incredibly busy, making a haunted house specifically using some of the Paratrooper training course objects. A tunnel you had to crawl through. A rope-wall you had to climb over.

I had just turned everything on, and the rest of our unit were coming in when I woke up.

Sadly, too. I wanted to see how most of them ran it without getting scared.