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Dream of: 16 December 2013 "The Fortune Teller"

I'm on the large business lot which my father owns in New Boston, Ohio. Recalling that my father has rented out the brick office building on the lot to a fortune teller, I decide to have my fortune told. I've never even met the fortune teller before, but I have the feeling that her name is Rosita. I walk into the building and I meet her. She's a black-haired gypsy-type (probably in her mid 30s) with bright red lipstick. She's attractive but I'm not attracted to her. We face each other and she scrutinizes my face. I don't really believe in fortune-telling to begin with, but I think this might be interesting. I decide to show no expression because I don't want to give her any facial cues. I slightly smile once, but I quickly stop because I don't want to betray any hints about what I'm thinking. As she stares at me, her face puckers up and her eyes cross so they're both looking straight at her nose. She is perplexed, almost catatonic, as she tries to figure me out. She finally stops and walks outside.
*I look around the room. Until now, I hadn't paid any attention to the interior. Three plush maroon armchairs are sitting in one corner. A couple attractive antique wooden bureaus are sitting against one wall.
I look outside and notice that quite a few people are gathered out there in front of the building and on both sides. I start thinking that this might not be a good time to have my fortune told since so many people are outside and the fortune teller could be making money by telling their fortunes.
I walk outside and see a slightly chubby woman (about 30 years old) who had come here with me. She's dressed in off-white. I had forgotten about her (she indistinctly resembles Fuzzyant, a woman whose dreams I first started reading on the Dream Journal web site in 2009). I tell her that I'm going to go ahead and leave.
The fortune teller and I then walk back inside the building and I tell her I think I'll wait and come back another time because she could make some money from the other people. I also say "You owe me," because I paid her $20 to tell my fortune, and she still hasn't done anything. I reflect that she makes her appointments by phone, but I don't want to simply call her later and tell her that I'm coming to see her. I tell her I'll wait until one day when I see only one car here. Then I'll stop and wait until she's finished with that one person. She agrees with me and she walks back outside.
I'm sitting on the side of a bed and I'm ready to stand up, when a tall slender fellow walks in from outside. Around 30 years old, he's wearing a white tee-shirt and looks like a redneck. He's carrying a rifle which he points at the wall behind me, and fires. He then turns the rifle toward the west wall and fires again. For a moment, it doesn't even fully register with me what he's done, but when I finally realize that he's shooting holes in the white stucco walls, I order, "Get out, buddy".
He takes offense and he fires the rifle again. I'm surprised the rifle is able to be fired so many times. As he starts to walk out a door in the rear of the building, he turns back around and points the rifle right at me. I blurt, "You crazy bastard." He turns and walks out of the building. I just sit here, feeling numb, leaning over on the bed.

This is the first dream (first hour, in fact) of January 1, 2014. Wednesday.



My dream mostly involves watching a live stage and audience-participation performance of “Ragtime Cowboy Joe” that keeps going on and on…and on. It actually gets fairly tedious and there is a mechanical bull contest as well. Even a barbershop quartet sings it as they move to various locations around the Concordia in Wisconsin (setting), where my father performed it in real life years ago (as well as on the radio shows many years back), the hall of which seems filled with people from various time periods, even the “roaring twenties”. There is also a loose association with “Table Top Joe” (“Alice” album by Tom Waits).

Real-life memories come back indirectly and then more fully. I had planned a “jumping-jack” puppet show using thinner but commercial cardboard cutouts (from the Popsicle product) and Popsicle sticks, but decided it was not professional-looking enough. It was “Ragtime Cowboy Joe” we (the other students and I) had planned. Instead, I basically ruined the show with a dog hand-puppet and my voice could not be heard so I just introduced the next classmate (who could not hear me until I slowly yelled his name a couple of times - ironically he is now a well-known singer based in Germany), accidentally (absentmindedly) calling his seashell collection “rocks”. He was not quite prepared yet and did not look too happy and blundered his way through the names and locations in a seemingly sad voice.

That memory triggers a similar later real-life scene (from fifth grade, likely because of the line “How they run, when they hear this fellow’s gun” of the former song) where I used finger-puppets. (Can you imagine someone in fifth grade using finger puppets at a performance in this day and age?) It was a family of rabbits. I can still remember “Bang bang went the gun, see the little rabbits run” which I intoned so mechanically, the whole class sat dazed. My face felt hot for an hour. However, I was involved with other shows that were not that bad.

The third memory before shifting back to the maddening crowd is when my father made a life-sized jumping-jack puppet from thin wood and old antenna cord, representing a “Martian”.

These are the two dreams from last before last night - Sylvester was properly partied in real-life - so I only have fragments from last night.
Unfortunately do I write out the following dreams only now - there was more about them - anyway - they still belong into the competition - so here are their skeletons:

Dream one:

First there was a text, written by my father, which I had to publicly read - and I wanted to slip out of that somehow - not liking it.
I did read it though - and now forgot, how that went.
Later I had Goethe for a visitor - made him tea, that I remember - and he wrote something for me.
A short story. And I didn't like it either.
But it was dedicated to me - and my father put it into a frame (just one page) and hung it on the wall.
I remember being happy not to have to read that publicly as well.

Dream two:

My favourite dream-house - our old one - and I had separated a two-room-flat from it - freshly renovated.
It was supposedly hindering my mother selling the house - me living there and the flat freshly built.
Yepp - it was partly built onto the house in some way - at attic hight.
With a beautiful mosaic floor.
And I had a sight towards a roof gable of another house, which had united with a tree - and a sentient tree at that - a mixture of gable and fairy-tale tree-face.
We talked - but I forgot about what.
There was also an estate agent wanting to sell the house, who complained about me having left the heating on - I told him that I live there now, and he can't sell the house - he agreed and left.

Sorry for the jumble - but this "time between the years" - x-mas to now - is not exactly well suited for dreaming-activities in my case - too much tohuwabohu going on.

Start off in a building running away from zombies, after running for a while, i get surrounded.
I escape through a narrow gap in the horde.
The keep scraping me with their hands and grabbing onto me, but i brush them off.
Suddenly i'm in the corner of a right-angle corridor, and 5 people are here. A fat zombie boss emerged, and there was one guy with loads of weapons.
He handed them out ot all of us, then i ran away.
I realise i'm not being chased and the other guys are nowhere to be found.
I slowly start walking back, and realised they all died.
*Dream Becomes Lucid*
I fire my gun at them, but only water tricles out, its a plain water gun.
As they are closing in all directions, I scream to wake up, but it comes out as a whisper, then i wake up.
*Throughout this there were false awakenings*

Morning of January 1, 2014. Wednesday.



This was the 3rd dream of this new year.

Setting: Unknown 2-storey mansion with an unusual mezzanine that comes down near floor-level with an unlikely (and space-consuming) long stairwell that is only about two feet above floor level. Time (day or night) unknown.

Characters:

My half-brother on mother’s side Earl, who died (in real life) and appears as a ghost in the dream (recurring). This is the most vivid character and scenario.

My half-sister on mother’s side Marilyn and her husband (although her husband is a less-vivid presence, though not a ghost).

Two elderly ladies I can only associate at first within the dream with the Baldwin sisters from “The Waltons” - a show I have not seen in about twenty years. This seems a temporary alteration (or “revolving” character set) of the next characters…

Elderly version of Alice Liddell (deceased) and deceased relative Francis L as the Queen of Hearts at one point.

Four-way composite character (possibly a “revolving” character): Teenage version of Barbara Steele, teenage version of Valerie Bertinelli - possible “One Day at a Time” (television series) association with respect to more detailed journal keeping “a day at a time” - slight 1988 association with “Pancho Barnes” (Amelia Earhart-like), teenage version of Isabella Rossellini (otherwise later of “Death Becomes Her”) - slight 1988 association (“Zelly and Me” and/or “Portrait of a Woman” exhibit), and a teenage version of my wife.

Events:

The first event is most vivid but not lucid. My brother appears as a strong presence (but as he was when I was about six), but I only see him at my side when I look in a mirror. I am passive with this presence and try to determine what he wants. He seems to wonder why only I can see him and wants to talk with other relatives downstairs but does not seem to understand that he has died.

The two elderly women seem to own the mansion but are not aware that they have died; they follow my sister and her husband down a flight of steps - my relatives seem to be aware of a presence but they mostly doubt it, although they do seem to notice objects moving by themselves. One of the ghosts needs to “breastfeed” and is given a pacifier by the other after being frustrated that no one is hearing her. She eventually lies down in a half-height wooden “coffin” that is jury-rigged to the balustrade on the mezzanine’s corner somehow. Possible association with the Baldwin sisters and being “pacified” by alcohol. Impression of relative Francis wearing a pacifier instead of a cross (have had this before but cannot recall when). There actually are pacifiers with a cross. Weird association with Francis treating ailments (supposedly) as in real life but with the Baldwin persona’s “Papa’s recipe” (alcohol).

The “revolving” girl (in blue jeans) is not aware I see her/them. She remains mostly near the low balustrade under the unlikely mezzanine. There is a tape deck in that area on a table at the corner of where the lower steps turn at ninety degrees. She seems to be involved with listening to headphones (as if she thinks the sounds are from the real environment; for example, as suddenly transported from elsewhere where she had never worn them), which are playing religious podcasts (Theosophy) and Split Enz music. Soon, though, the headphones break and the wiring is exposed. She is unaware of the real material world completely. There is a play on the pulled, slightly bent wiring seeming like “split ends” (hair). I think about fixing the wiring (splicing) or perhaps trying to communicate, am not sure how to approach. Fade out. Feminine energy overload.

2 Friends from real life Will Crisp and Tom Rowntree decide to pull a prank on some kids.
They pretended they are stupid, which is apparantly a prank.
We're sitting around a picnic table and all of a sudden everyone pulls out katana's and starts fighting each other.
I'm in a fight with someone i don't like IRL - Aaron Thorne.
He has a dagger, i have a katana.
He goes for direct stabs to the chest and i dodge out the way saying that "isn't a fair way of fighting"

Dream 1 : (I don't know from what I got lucid)[COLOR="#008080"]I'm in my apartment and I do some RCs and some of them don't work but the last one works(I have 6 fingers). I jump through the window and someone from inside the apartment yells : "Why did you jump?! You're going to kill yourself!" [/COLOR]
Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in a train with a guy. The train suddenly stops and we get out of it. We're in the middle of nowhere but there's a huge pyramid like 10 meters away from us. The guy tries to repair somekind of weapon but he doesn't suceed so he just gets angry and drags me inside the pyramid. The room is really dark with the colors black and purple. There's a triangle and at the end of the lines there's one weapon. The weapons were a wand, a bow and a book. The guy picks up the book and I pick up the wand and we put them together and there is this shiny line between them. There's Kris on a bench inside the room and I yell for him to go and grab the bow. He doesn't hear because he's listening to music but I go to him and I drag him there. He stays and stares at me and that guy for like 5 seconds then he grabs the bow and then we put them together and this blue shiny portal appears. The guy with who I was in the train tells me that we need to jump in it to save Aura(?) .[/COLOR]
Dream 3: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in an apartment complex with dad and there are all kinds of guys in there and dad keeps asking about my opinion on them.I go to the end of the hall and there's this guy(Dad disappeared). I ask him how old he is and he says 16. I tell him that he should pull a prank on his mom by telling her something (I don't remember what, had to do something with wine). He says ok then he knocks on the door and I run away. I sit on the stairs and wait to see how the prank goes. [/COLOR]
Dream 4: [COLOR="#800080"]All I remember about this is that there were maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany spiders on a high-rise building and everyone fainted.[/COLOR]

Probably one of the hardest New Year's Eves ever for me. R didn't call or at least text. There are no words to describe how much it hurts losing him. Not even talking anymore.
Felt pretty sick the whole day and night.
Back to bed around 10 am.
Dream: I'm walking along a road with my mother and other people we seem to know. It looks like we are walking home from the city. My mother and me seem to be fighting over R. Mother recommends to give him time to cool down whereas I am scared he will never talk to me again. These other people suddenly involve themselves in our conversation as well and recommend to contact this or that person for help. I'm angry. Why do these people talk to me about R? I don't want them to. I want things to work out. Suddenly we are in the car. Only mom and me. It seems like we are in the city close to where E (mom's friend) lives. We are driving. Someone on the radio is talking about a horrible car crash in that city. Mom turns over and tells me I was the victim in this crash??

That night mom dreamt she saw R again and tried to talk to him again but he didn't stop and run away when he saw her.

Woohoo, just woke from my first DEILD!!!!!

It was soooo cool. The details are a bit hazy, but I was recalling some dreams from the night, lightly thinking about them, glad that I had any recall at all (having imbibed on New Year's Eve, and gotten to bed crazy late), and decided to just try to drift off quietly and DEILD, very lightly thinking of one of the dreams.

The next thing I knew I was looking at some indoor scene in a hallway in a house. I think I was aware as the image formed and brightened. It was very bright, the lighting was very good. I thought wow, this is a really solid image, normally my HI is brief but this was really stable, I was kind of puzzled at where it came from. I just looked for about 10-15 seconds. I stepped in to the scene and it was a dream! I got a lucid rush, turned up a staircase to my left, bounded up the stairs, exclaiming, "YES! It worked!" reached the landing at the top of the stairs, another hallway, turned right, a bathroom was right there, I walked into it and started to shut the door behind me, and faded to awake in bed.

The cool thing about this was that I did not wake from a lucid, it was just a ND. Oh boy, I think 2014 is going to be the year of the DEILD for me, this is VERY exciting. I'm going to look into the alarm based options as well!

Stay quiet, stay asleep, and DEILD!

Now *that's* the way to start a new year!

[Part1]

This dream immediately began lucid, it started just some 2 or 3 minutes after I fell asleep. I was directly chasing some henchman of king rufus through a small stone valley and already summoned a shock pulsar above 2 stretched out fingers of my right hand, but the dream faded before I really got to unleash it. I guess they still wouldn't have made it.

Side note: I'm surprised that I managed to dream about this story arc again so fast.

Reading another person dream journal about a bush of gloves made me remember a fragment of a dream several weeks old. There is this mad bush. Instead of leaves it has thick leather gloves. Its braches are like wooden poles. They are going round and round like a conveyer belt gone crazy! It terrifies me. Is it common to dream of bushes with gloves as leaves? What might it represent?

I am in a play about to begin, but suddenly we realise I was sick for all rehersals and only know what to say, not how why or when. It is decided I am better suited to the ticket box, however I get there and there is ahuge que waiting. I realise there are no tickets made and IMPORTANT have to design and print them first. I wake up really annoyed and frustrated.

I remember my mom and the notion of equitable return on gift