Morning of February 11, 2014. Tuesday. I believe February 11th is somewhat of a significant date (for me to some extent) because of the 2 - 11 pattern (as part of the huge 2, 6, 9, 11, 22, 69, 96, etc. links). This is a fairly short semi-lucid dream that is more like an in-dream “vision”. I am watching, over time, a giant diamond rotating in no particular location. Each facet of the diamond is like a mirror, each “reflecting” (from an unknown location) a different female face. There are very strong feelings of love and well-being as the “mirrors” of this giant diamond “slowly explode” outward as a somewhat random pattern. At the center of all this is my wife. She is smiling at me. I strongly feel that she is the “only true female that exists in this world” (or “universe”/“dimension” wherever) and is the origin of all others since earliest memory (even imaginary aspects of female characters in past dreams as well as all other females throughout history). This makes perfect sense to me since she was (in my opinion) the first female I “sensed” at a deeper level on her day of birth from across the wide ocean (while near the Port Charlotte region). I suppose there is also a very vague connection to the very similar imagery (of the rotating diamond-like facets) of the “Superman” movie (1978) concerning “The Phantom Zone”, which is a negative implication - but not really relevant to my dream. Realistically, though, I do now see the Superman logo as “diamond-shaped” even though it is not geometrically diamond-shaped - it is actually very much like the diamond on a wedding ring in symbolism. Also, my wife’s anglicized first name begins with “S” and “S” is a Yin Yang representation (especially when paired with two smaller offset “c"s, though). This dream had a lot of "perfect” energy and beauty.
+ surprised a burglar at my parent's house [most of the furniture was already gone from their living room]: a woman, I take her in a headlock (after wrestling away a heavy wrench from her hands) out to the street where her partners arrive in a big van/truck, a man gets out and points a gun at me, I put the woman in front of me, I'm dialing 911 with my free hand, I eventually connect and shout to the police my address and that there's a burglar with a gun pointed at me and I have a wrench in my hand but haven't used it yet, he wrestles the phone away from me, he shoots 5 or 6 times quickly, I feel pain and see blood on my left side but I look down and can't figure out if I've been hit or not + DO: a woman is talking to another woman about dressing ("wear inexpensive clothes but make them look good") going in to a movie theater and watching the economy movie. + something about parking in the parking lot at a former job
February 10, 2014 review: a very long dream separated into three parts, a psychotic doctor is out for blood, two agents help me, a war breaks out in the sky Psychotic Doctor My neighbor is a doctor. The dream right now is abstract and our houses are little cardboard cartons. This whole time, I had no idea that my neighbor, the doctor, is a complete psychopath. He's murdered. And after word gets out about these murders the doctor flees and goes into hiding. I was riding my bicycle down the neighborhood when I nearly run over a crazed man. It's the doctor! Half of his face is missing its skin. But right before my eyes his face starts to heal. Is he not human? Like a monster, he attacks my bicycle and I run away. Later on, I take refuge at an elderly woman's house. But this house is where the doctor is hiding in. Threatened again, I run away. Agents for Hire Me and my friends are in a large office building desperately trying to get help! A murderer is on the lose and he's after us. No one believed our crazy story about our friendly neighborhood doctor who transformed into a monster, except for two young female agents. One was ginger and the other was black with curly hair. The duo were the youngest agents and they were looking for an interesting off beaten job. They quickly hurry me and my friends away from the main office, their bosses, and into a private backroom. They ask me if there's anything supernatural about this case. And I explain to them his face was disfigured and then before my eyes he healed. The agents were kind and listened to everything I had to say and seemed to be scheming where to go from here. As I told them my story I remembered more dream scenes *possible false memories*. As I recalled those scenes they happened again. The woman the doctor is staying with is actually a little person, not sure why that detail was important. When I left her house I wasn't alone, I was with my friends. Afraid the doctor was after us, we transformed into tanuki and hid in some bushes. The agents reassure us that they are committed to our case! But then, an explosion outside catches us all off guard. Sky War A real war has broken out. My friends and I and the agents were gathered in some sort of military headquarters. But after we left the headquarters I was separated my friends and never knew what happened to them. The battle taking place on the ground was beyond me. Guns vs guns, not my thing. What could I do? I look up to the sky. The real battle was taking place up there! Thousands of aerial battle ships! From down here they all looked like black dots darting across the sky. I can't help but shout "Look at that!". I swear I even saw dragons. I'm no use down here. What about up there? Im worried I won't be able to fight if I focus on flying. But I had a sense my friends were up there in that battle. I fly up high and higher. I flew so high I reached the first tier of heaven. In this first tier of heaven there were computer screens watching the business of earth. I suddenly think about a DC who I know to be deceased and ask an employee if I can see him. The deceased DC was shrunken in a box, too depressed to come out. "When will he be better?" "When he's ready." "He's an idiot but he's really a nice guy." "I know" replied the man "I created him." The comment goes over my head. From the computer screen I can see that thousands are ignoring the war and watching useless TV like the simpsons. I get angry and start popping in and out of the TV screens and inform them about the war! I flew through a screen and entered an empty living room. For a moment the news on the TV screen hypnotized. And then I remembered "the war! I have to find my friends!" I fly through the TV screen again, hoping it would take me back to where I started. Instead I found myself on a tropical island, maybe Hawaii. I'm 1000's of miles away from the Sky War. Life here is peaceful. I meet some locals who try to tell me there's nothing to worry about or fear here. They invite me, we have lunch, life is good. Suddenly there is a large explosion! The locals run outside and think the volcano must be acting up. But I look up to the sky. Giant enemy battalion ships, the Sky War is here. I woke up shortly after.
Journal Entry non-lucid #30 Dream, non-dream (Comments) Background: I slept later than usual. Typical Monday recall= bad. Dream fragment 1, 10:20pm-4:00am."": I was at some party and I meditated with my sister's teacher.
I'm reading cards for an off-duty cop or detective - it's about his case, and it's not official. The Hermit - that's the criminal. The Emperor - that's him. And then a minor card that indicates cooperation between the two of them, and things going smoothly. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) I'm talking to this alien I'm traveling with and my first instinct is to call her Red - she's red from head to toe - but I stop and think about how nicknames work in alien cultures. Best case scenario, everyone's going to wind up calling me Pink, not sure I'm up for that. Me and another alien head outside on some errand, crossing this huge field, and as we're walking I ask him about nicknames. He says, "You don't want to say my name?", and I don't know how to interpret his tone - maybe bewildered, maybe hurt, maybe I've just accidentally proposed marriage, I don't know. We're still crossing the field, but we've wound up walking on top of/sliding down a pile of giant, motionless serpents. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) There are these people trapped in a cabin on a mountain by a group of killers, and they're wondering if their two friends who left earlier made it off the mountain okay. The scene changes to a group of people standing around a car parked near the base of the mountain, across a field of tall grass - the killers, a 'family.' I switch to the POV of the father figure of the group, and I'm looking at the two young boys with us who are new to the family, keeping an eye on them. Not too worried though. Someone spots a figure moving out of the forest and into the field - the figure shouts to us when she sees us, waves her arms to get our attention. I'm thinking, huh, we missed one. We'd found a guy in the forest earlier, I hadn't realized there was still another one out there. That was sloppy. Me and those two boys go to meet her, and she starts talking about how she needs a lift. Walking her back towards the car, we get to the part of the field near the road where the tall grass is all flattened down from what we'd done earlier, and there are a few things, plastic bags and such, scattered around on the ground. She's looking at the things on the ground and looking a little uncomfortable, she asks what we were doing out here. Having a picnic, one of the boys says. The rest of us laugh. It's technically true.
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