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During a nap had another "chase" dream where I'm running from someone.... it's the 3rd on this week.

Im in a hurry while driving down a country road, there's 2 guys after me. I turn off onto a side road and turnj off the car. I feel relief when i see their mobster style car pass by.

[scene change]
I think I'm on a plane an fleeing to the front so get away from the 2 guys. I find a large walk-in closet and hide behind a bunch of coats, but leave to door open. The 2 men walk-by the closet and are looking in. One of them is quite distinct and ID him as a large white bald shaven man resembling Steve Austin in size. They apparently don't see me and disappear from sight.

I start to leave my hiding place but get grabbed and lifted off my feet and held out at arms lenght by the huge and who's now glaring at me. I feel afraid/panic and swing a large wide knife that stabs his face and cuts open his cheek and right eye. He screams and drops me and I start to run again! I can here him sounding pissed off shouting that he's going to kill me now!

Wake up, phones ringing.

Morning of September 1, 2013. Sunday.



This was recent (last night - seemingly night-long and into the morning), and, like a lot of my dreams, had so many scenes and details, it would likely fill at least twenty pages, so the best thing to do is describe some of the basics and the more “intimate” or more “dominant” scenes.

I somehow end up on an alternate Earth. This alternate Earth is not of the “twin planet” or “shadow planet” variety of past dreams (always in orbit on the opposite side of the sun according to some theories), but in a different dimension of which everything keeps going into an infinite number of other dimensions with endless other “Earths” with the idea that all of space (in “this” universe) is connected to other universes in wave constructs and is represented in theory by a mirror held up to another mirror - which supposedly shows infinity, where each image is duplicated back on itself - yet each alternate Earth in its own part of the infinite wave rather than being only an otherwise identical reflection. Much is the same (language, countries, and mainstream business seems the same), except that the society is fairly different in some ways, such as being more tribal and hunter-oriented (at least in some regions) with older types of weapons, which actually is quite anachronistic considering the higher (more advanced than in real life) technology I see later in my dream, although I guess it is all normal to them in overall orientation. Still, the mentality at times seems rather “primitive” in terms of a more “shallow”/fearful view of strangers and I do not think there are automobiles or certain other inventions. Also, certain types of food, plants, and so on, are quite different.

This almost seems like a very long “life review”, as many scenes relate to my early childhood and young adult years as well as more recent.

The first parts are about my first arriving on the alternate Earth. A couple people help me by keeping me safe from otherwise friendly hunting groups who may be dangerously afraid of my presence and attack me or keep me prisoner. They actually seem almost like cavemen in furs and “primitive” jewelry but with hunting gear from the 1920s. A lady nearly eighty years old seems to give me the most information on my new “home” and where to go before preparing to meet the members of this alternate society. There is some sort of fungus they collect which is used as the “cheese” of this world and collected mostly from the ground near certain forests. At one point, it looks like popcorn lying about on the ground everywhere. Even so, the older lady rudely claims that cheese is just a myth (even though it is visible everywhere - although it is possible she means real cheese which the inhabitants of this world forgot how to make, so it eventually became only legend).

A couple of smaller “monkeys”, but which are also supposedly adult humans (just from a different “tribe”), walk by me with spears (with no threat implied) - seeming just a little more human than monkey, but are only about three feet tall. They openly urinate in close proximity and I become annoyed. This reminded me of a real life period back in school where we had small monkeys in a large cage. They often came close to the students to dig into their shirt pockets.

I cross a truncated bridge nearly to the end, by hanging with my hands (even fingertips) - yet somehow moving along without falling. This is across from another similar (but newer?) structure. My wife is there (although likely the alternate Earth’s “version”) watching from near the bay. I finally get too tired to go on much farther, which does not matter as I have reached the end of the structure anyway. I land on a concrete platform - which is much closer than first thought so that I seemingly only fall about a foot - that serves as some sort of pylon. An elephant walks around on it and for a short time I am concerned I will be stepped on. This goes back to my early childhood in real life where my parents took me to see a trainer with an elephant in the parking lot of a store a few times (photos were taken) but which I was afraid at first and yelling for my parents to close the windows of the car. Also, I only recently caught the play on elephant’s trunk and the word “truncated”, as the elephant was on the last section of the bridge-like structure.

There also seems to be a slight connection to the Echo and the Bunnymen song “Silver”, relating to lines such as “My planet sweet on a silver salver”, “You’re living proof at my fingertips”, “Food for survival thought, mapped out the place where I planned to stay, all the way, well behaved, just in case it slips away…” and I am vaguely aware of its “distant” music at times.

We (again, my “alternate” wife?) and I meet a president-like character. It is revealed that he needs someone who can speak Russian, so I take the role after my wife advises him. He first needs to know the word for “goodbye” for some reason, which is “dasvidaniya”. I also tell him several other words and phrases which he repeats, such as “thank you” (spasibo, but said as “spasiba” as with many spellings ending in “o”), “horosho”, etc. Eventually, he already seems fluent in Russian and turns around to say “Chto (shto) vy znaete o Rossi” (“What do you know about Russia?”) and I suddenly “get” that I am Henry Spencer from “Eraserhead” so I answer by saying “Oh, I don’t know much of anything” which he responds with “Chto delat?” (“What is to be done?”)

The stocky president-like character and I are having another conversation later on. I ask if he is familiar with Russia and if Russia is bigger (making motions with my hands moving out to indicate being of a larger size). Oddly, this seems after the previous scene of the potential of becoming an interpreter (Russian) for this character or is just asynchronous as many dreams are, relative to some sort of “rotational practice” before a later “version” of the same dream (anyway, relating to the alternate Earth of which is thus far very much like “my” Earth historically). At any rate, I ask him about past conflicts and everything is going normally in historical discussion. However, when I mention “Europe”, he looks at me oddly and decides that I am making a clever joke when I talk about the war. He says that that is why he likes me, because I am amusing and have a good sense of humor. I have no idea what he means. I determine that either Europe does not exist on this alternate Earth, that “Europe” means something else in this alternate form of English, I am somehow actually in Western Europe without having known it to this point, or that particular conflicts never occurred (with a strong emphasis on this last idea relative to the smile he has, seeming to indicate Western Europe is the main force of diplomatic relations through all of history in this alternate world).

A later scene involves this alternate Earth being in trouble because of my presence and causing alterations in electromagnetic fields and gravity itself. I see all these changes on a large monitor, along with smaller monitors, similar to a train station - setup via satellite feed. The bottom of the Earth is warping and becoming black at times - there are silver grid lines related to latitude and longitude which also darken and twist even though they are otherwise “imaginary lines”. The alternate Earth, in its twisting, actually seems fluid at times as it almost seems to twist and warp downwards in implied spiral patterns - or maybe it is only the monitor’s satellite feed distortion showing this effect. As I stand there, I can feel the Earth stop and start again. Darkness falls, but then it is daylight again. People are concerned, but we do not seem to be in immediate danger even though the bottom of the planet looks completely destroyed - but it just “warps back” with no significant casualties yet.

A supposed “solution” is to send me away as soon as possible back to my own dimension/universe via a rocket or some such (actually - an alien spacecraft that had landed or crashed years prior to my arrival). However, I am fully aware that the plan is not feasible but follow the president-like figure anyway (who reminds me more and more of Hoyt Axton as he looked in the last days of his life). We go to a far more futuristic building, with a series of automatic doors (reminding me a bit of the opening of the “Get Smart” TV series, but more realistic and silver-oriented, with “smoother technology”). We come to the end of a hall where an alien had been kept for many years. The alien prisoner is like a cross between human and squid, about five feet tall. I wave at him and for the first time in captivity, he seems to relax and waves back with his “fingers” which are small tentacles. He says “Fahkwa”, “Farkwa” or “Farqua” - which seems to indicate his name, his present health status, or perhaps where he is from. This is the one time before in the alternate Earth’s history that a “visitor from elsewhere” other than me was present. However, the creature is not from “my” universe. The other people are glad that I have established communication with him even though he had been kept prisoner all that time. Maybe now, they will work to get him home as well.

Eventually, I understand that the way to save this alternate universe (and stabilize it) is to simply wake up - and so I do.

This dream, as well as seemingly being a very long “life review” type (yet with no precise theme or meaning), also seemed to be a large and near-perfect integrated combination of a number of movies, including: “The Stranger” (1973 TV pilot), “The Philadelphia Experiment” (1984), “Prince of Darkness” (1987), “The Lake” (1998 TV), “The Astronaut’s Wife” (1999), “Another Earth” (2011), and “Area 51” (2013).

It also brings to mind (on a much lower scale) “Melancholia”, although far more like “When Worlds Collide” (1951) than the twin planet/twin dimension themes.

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Morning of September 1, 2013. Sunday.



My family and I go out for a walk, partly to take a look at a supposed “mystery” home relating to a special house of some kind - maybe even a place we will actually live or own. It actually turns out to be on King Street in La Crosse (even though my family here has never been to America) the third (fictional) house from my corner. My actual apartment house is on the corner but that is not the main focus, and every other house and structure is completely different from real life along the entire street (both sides).

East of is a cul-de-sac that is like some sort of open squarish U-shaped kitchen or storage area, the “ends” pointing west. Near the last part of my dream we walk around through it from north to south and I note that I had moved a refrigerator earlier and maybe blocked part of the path on the northwest where people go in from, but no drama ensues even though I notice others (one, an alcoholic) just coming into that side. (The alcoholic is someone I sort of knew in real life on the job years ago but who was not a close friend.)

Earlier in my dream, there is a rather unusual mood. I am not sure about the dynamics of the house or what makes it mysterious. It is some sort of mystery like no other mystery, even in a personal sense. I have had numerous dreams throughout life of odd houses here and there, where piles of old wood take up much of the inside (especially in seemingly very old, long-abandoned two-storey houses whereby someone still seems to live there at times), or with other unusual aspects. This almost seems to be one of those types of dreams, but the house of mystery turns out to be more like a modern low-set brick or concrete home, rather small, reminding me vaguely of my home in Cubitis. We notice piles of rubbish everywhere, in smaller bags, even near the family’s car. It seems perhaps they are moving.

I notice that the license plate on the rear of the car (1970s cream-colored station wagon with simulated wooden panels on the side - a brother-in-law owned one similar to this, but not the same) reads “COCINA 53”, which means kitchen (Spanish) and may relate to my age in a few months. About twenty-five percent of the car is out from the low, attached garage (on the eastern side of the home), facing to the south.

Later, my mother (who died October 2, 2002 at age 86) is with us. We are looking into a large dumpster on the southern part of the street for potential “treasures” as “scavengers”, maybe to find something to sell. The entire bottom of the dumpster (aside from a few randomly-sized empty cardboard boxes) is filled with still unopened and unused plastic packages of a series of recipe booklets, arranged in newer-looking cardboard boxes (as if never distributed from the company), that sell for about ten to twenty dollars or so per week via one of those real-life subscription services - which end up costing thousands of dollars for a recipe book’s worth of material (the same being true of those animal fact sheets and such which also end up costing thousands of dollars by the time the collection is complete - or about $3,600.00 for a three-year collection/subscription, and parts often go missing or there is duplication or printing problems).

I had discovered I had been carrying a bag full of recipes and was going to give them to my mother, but she said she was not interested in any of the set, as there might be printing errors and missing sleeves or booklets or such, so I throw the bag in with the rest. It may be that most of the booklets are all identical or just from one or two weeks of publication. We then move on to the cul-de-sac event mentioned earlier.

Relative to the unusual fictional setting, see also the following dreams:

Hall Kitchens?

Submarine

UPDATE: This turned out to have the usual visually precognitive elements (regarding a movie we saw later - by chance), but nothing important in my opinion. It mostly related to the parked car of a make I haven’t seen very often.

9/1/2013, 10:00-9:00

I got up once at like 4:25, and stayed up for 5 minutes. Then went to sleep for the rest of the night. Once again, no dreams remembered before I got up. I also used the mantra, "I remember dreams when I wake up." I got 1 dream and a fragment:

Dream 1:

I was at Downing school (the place I've been working for the last couple of weeks in real life). Me, I, J, and Jo were going out the back way to the right of the building. We past the "courtyard" in front of the field. We probably turned left at the next intersection. We kept going down that way until we found a courtyard next to a pretty big street. The courtyard looked nice, with grayish bricks laid on the ground. It had a light post around it, and it kind of looked like it belonged in Florence (it probably doesn't exist in real life, either).When we got there, I and J left. Then it was just me and Jo. I asked for her number, and she said she was too poor to hang out with me . Then, N showed up and Jo eventually left. The dream ends there.

Dream 2:

Something about electricity and lightning.

I also had a few dreams and fragments that I forgot before I could do this, and these are the two that I remembered in the end. I slept upstate today.

A sparse couple of nights, with only 3 captured dreams between them. But I reached a conclusion re SSILD…for me, it’s a great relaxant…a WBTB and the cycles seem to guarantee me 4+ hours of deep, dreamless sleep.

Friday night’s dream. 4.15 AM
I do all the talking basically. Talking AT a doctor and observing the amount of work she had to get through, to achieve her position. She was basically non-committal (as DC’s are?). This might have related to a BBC news item I read involving the Syrian doctor who challenged Britain’s Labour leader to come to Syria …except I read that AFTER the dream (surely dreams aren’t predictive?)

Sat 1.20 AM
Ed’s turned into Cubby Broccoli (which is good, because I read that broccoli is also good brain-food, so he’s doing something right for once) This was a cut-down James Bond production I think. I’m sure there was action at the front-end (although, knowing Ed, that might have just involved a heated argument in a bus queue)

But there was a love scene with a genuine Bond-type girl (although I prefer the fuller figure myself) I say a love scene…more a foreplay scene (as a man, I thought there was far too much of that). It involved mainly snogging, with a slightly hurried bit of lip-caressing of her lower body, then, just as it might have got more interesting, I woke up…coitus interruptus,,,

You know what I’m going to say…would I have done that? External forces again

7.00 AM
Dog on a carpet. No…not another love scene, with one of Ed’s usual female DCs. A genuine small dog (haven’t got one myself) It seemed to have its claws trapped in the carpet and it was clearly in distress. Although I feared getting bitten, I went to its assistance and it held me in a weird sort of embrace, with it’s claws and little body pressed tight against me. Ed!..........??????

Re the sparse dreams. Serves me right for getting lured into experimenting with SSLD at this stage. I’d earlier decided to concentrate on the dream journal, ADA (which I’m doing fairly well at the moment) and maybe WILD in the afternoon. (no Ed that’s not another film title)

The beetroot extract should last me a total of 45 days…that’s surely enough time to see if they work at all. I read somewhere that fruit juices are not as effective as whole fruit (something is believed to be lost in the processing, so we'll see if the same applies to concentrated tablets)

When I was only a kid. Maybe seven or eight years old. I had a strange dream about leaving my grandmothers house in the middle of the night and walking into an alley way behind her home. There, beneath the street light was a man, waiting for me. I didn't know what think of him. He was wearing a black old fashioned suit and seemed kind of intimidating.

When I walked up to him he made me an offer, I could be an ordinary little girl, or I could walk with him into the darkness and see things and do things no one else could. It was that exact moment I believe I became lucid. I was suddenly aware of my surroundings in a way I had never been before. Everything seemed so surreal and I knew that I was dreaming. But I had a very serious choice to make.

The man held his hand out to me and I felt it was the wrong choice. I became afraid and ran away. As I looked back, I saw the man hang his head and walk away into the darkness.

Suddenly I wasn't so sure it had been the right choice.
To this day I regret that choice. I have been trying hard to get back to lucidity ever since. With very little luck. Nothing but a struggle. I'd like to apologize to him, in the future.

I had a dream about my ex justin and I sitting down on some rocks watching the sun rise.we were holding hands and laughing...I thought it was real. Then suddenly I heard a loud noise when I looked around I saw justin laying on the floor with blood every where it was on my hands and clothes...I was crying in my dream...he smiled at me and said "this is the best way to die,in the arms of the girl I love" and then I woke up,when I woke up my eyes were watery and puffy as if i was crying while sleeping!

I don't know what to make of this. I've always said that we're the best interpretations of our own dreams, but this... is beyond my scope.

I'm not sure what this would be classified, or if it matters, but...

The Sun went supernova in my dream. I had a slight warning in my dream and I'm not sure how I found out, but the sun started to become a red tint. Someone or something told me that it was about to explode, and I don't think I was around my sons, but I was around people. I was really scared at first, but I knew I didn't have time to be scared and instead I accepted my fate. I knew we would all burn up and it would be quick, so I just waited for it to happen.

And then it happened and I only remember seeing a red ball with a little + sign next to it, like you would see on a worksheet in school about neurons or something. And I remember seeing my skin become red and then I woke up. I know we all died, but I just... it was crazy.

I even wondered if I was dreaming, and tried to wake up, but I couldn't wake up so I thought it was real and I just let it be. It was a peaceful dream, even as terrifying as it would sound.

Been a long time since I've logged a dream, and this one was worth noting. Any thoughts or interpretations are welcome.. It's always nice to hear what other people think.

Fragments:

1. I was wearing high heels, and just wobbled around. I got better at walking after sometime. I felt that the high heels were really tall, but it was only about 2 inches.

2. I was in a shopping mall in China, it felt like I was underground but I'm not sure. I wanted to leave but the exit was in a store, a staircase that leads downward. I felt too awkward to go in just to use the exit.

Going down a tube, and looong windy stairs.

Entering a field where there are a bunch of people cosplaying The Hobbit. I don’t think they were actually wearing accurate costumes though.

Eating food with Melly and her group. There was a $2 piece of some small food, I took a bite but didn’t like it (too bland). I ate a piece of Hershey’s chocolate with marshmallows (didn’t taste like anything). Something about a pearl. Melly was going to show me a way out but I knew one?

One of the girls there looked like someone I knew in elementary school. “Becky, is that you?” But it couldn’t be her, she looked too young. There were a few other girls that looked like her too.

I was trying to find my way home and was flying around the town.

I’m inside a foreign school whose gate gets locked with me inside, but I think the gate opens and I get out. I remember carrying around a bottle of flat pop (it was unopened, I just felt that it was).

I fought the same monster twice (as if the scene were replayed, except the second time there were others fighting it too), using quick slots like in Dragon Nest, if I were a swordsman maybe. I was worried someone would call me out, either because of my powers or for using a hack (hacking reality?).

Notes: I used too many keywords instead of phrases this time and didn’t elaborate enough, so couldn’t recall everything properly later.

Fragment 1: Standing and listening to people talk/play soccer on a field to see who got the techniques a secret way.

Fragment 2: Inazuma Eleven, playing soccer.

-Competition, missing, game-like

Possible inspiration: The last Inazuma Eleven episode I had watched was one before a competition between two teams to see who would go on to do Football Frontier International.

Dream/fragments:

- I was browsing a manga site on somewhere like Tumblr. There was a message warning about hacking on it. I didn’t recognize a lot of the manga but was going to bookmark it anyway. I felt better about it once I saw they had (Katekyo Hitman) Reborn.

Inspiration: For the hacking thing, last night I was updating Pillywiggin on the hacking situation on MAL.

- ‘We’ were standing outside somewhere. An animal had died and we were trying to find something to bury it in. We had a fancy tube, but it was to small, I wondered how it would fit.

One of the characters felt deeply for the death of the animal and was petting it, only it was alive, he was saying ‘there, there’.

Some creatures are after us. A raccoon shows up and leads a pack of them around a column and away from us. We run across some brown grassy plains. I look back and see a bunch of dogs chasing us now! Someone beside me says that they’re friendly. They’re just running after us for fun, and a couple lick at my hands.

- A man is going through papers someone had done, he says it’s good work and goes to meet his ‘student’. He goes outside, and when he spots him the student says something meaningful. The setting is a really pretty garden area/backyard. All Irvin can see is Haruka’s head, and as Irvin gets closer, it’s to see that Haruka is standing in a very clear, small pond of lilypads and grass.

Haruka’s face was really vivid, the style he was drawn in made him seem bigger than in the Free! anime, and the scene was drawn as if it was taken directly from a manga.

- Something about taking on a debt.

Possible inspiration: The column probably came from the dream yesterday. Irvin is from Shingeki no Kyojin, Haruka is from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club.

Accidentally fall asleep during recall = Schedule is not fixed + barely any recall

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some video game.

Dream 2(fragments):

Something was going on outdoors.