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I was back in my old highschool walking the halls in circles. I felt really rushed and i would bump into old teachers and they would say hi but I would just walk past them. I remember my home ec teacher in particular because she seemed so sad I didn't take her class again. Oh ya I forgot to mention I was my age now, 23, which is pretty strange. Anyways I was going to the the library and I realized I was suppose to be in class I looked at my timetable and it said u had co-ed gym. I went to the gym and my old gym teacher was there she said I had to get dressed in order to participate. I ran out of the classroom panicked cause now I was late and also I was pretty sure I didn't have gym clothes. I never found my locker but instead went into a classroom. Then things got fuzzy cause my parents were out in the street and it was snowing. Something about a parade or the beatles and a car and I had to join in

In my last entry (not on all sites, only on two main ones I use), I explored how pitiful and unfortunate it was for someone to attempt to “revise” someone else’s life experiences in a contemptible, jealous way and pretend to understand dreaming with absolutely no real understanding at all. That is usually a sign (other than just the common trolling mentality) of mental breakdown and boredom, as well as a number of lifelong personal issues, I would guess. I digress…

In this entry, I will be taking an honest look at polarity reversal in dream “interpretation” regarding the “Yin books” (my own “personal mythology” and validated path). I have written on all of this before, but not in a polarized sense, so here we go - it takes a curious and honest, open mind to see “both sides” in most cases (although there are more than two sides to a many-layered construct).

96, as it stands, is a form of Yin Yang (there is also a funny play on “sex” and “none”). Normally, this would be Sagittarius and Virgo, Corona Borealis and Corona Australis, the eagle and the condor, Motel 6 and National 9 Inn (take your Illuminati views elsewhere if you will), and numerous other confirmations of this present “cycle” of the universe. This can be seen in two opposite ways, though.

It can be seen as Yin and Yang in conflict (in facing away from each other)…or…it can be seen as Yin and Yang back to back and “protecting each other”. See what I mean about polarity? Keep reading.

22, as it stands, or twos when mirrored back to back to make the “waves moving apart” can be negative to indicate Yang moving away from Yin. However, it could also represent the parting of the Red Sea by Moses (or was it the Dead Sea? I forget); I suppose, thus relating to the miraculous nature of using your own mind and legitimate experience and endless evidence to “cut through the crap” so to speak of those negative human forces in one’s life that are oh-so-common - in a world full of disillusioned skeptics and trolls. Or, as some prefer, wear dark glasses and not see anything including your own destiny…or is that destination? Well, it stands to reason if you are on a train going somewhere, you should not be surprised if it stops at the place you bought your ticket for even if you got on the “train” twenty-two years prior.

22 as the pawn (mirrored, superimposed construct) can be either positive or negative in that “pawn” is usually a negative connotation. However, what if you win the chess game? Would you be angry and sad if you won a chess game?

22 as the medicine bag or pouch (superimposed and upside-down). It could be either empty of full.

Let us take a brief detour and look at snakes. If you do not want to look at snakes, skip to the next paragraph. People are oh-so-clever in saying snakes are always a phallic symbol. (I often “see” them as relating to the human intestine.) Sometimes when I think of snakes I think of Johnny Cash singing about being “swallowed” by the boa constrictor. What does that make me think of? A certain female part. The sensual way a rattlesnake coils is could be “seen” as feminine.

It is very good to be ambidextrous (though many people say “amma-dext-tree-us”). That means being able to write with both hands equally as I and many others can (and my oldest daughter is also this way). Instead of saying “Hey, I only write with my right hand - my left hand does not exist - how about using all parts of the mind in unison? What a nice idea! That was primarily a metaphor. Somehow, sometimes, in this society, being able to harmonize with the Source or even the self is equivalent to being deceptive or hypocritical. Look up "ambidextrous” - some dictionaries have the listing: “1. equally expert with each hand…2. highly skilled or adept…3. underhanded; deceitful." Strange ambiguity in being said to be ambidextrous.

"Kids who are ambidextrous are more likely to have mental health, language and learning problems, says a study.” (they left out the usual “especially if not of western European descent”) This seems to mean that the government (or whomever came up with this nonsense) does not want people who can use “both sides of their brain”. I guess if you can see with both eyes you are more likely to not see anything by their logic and reading both English and Hebrew would cause a psychological breakdown since they are read in reverse to each other. This is the same pathetic propaganda machine that promotes that older fathers have problematic “less intelligent children” (the truth being the opposite) or that that all gypsies, aborigines, blacks, (insert random ethnic group here) are all more at risk (abuse, alcohol issues, divorce, insert favorite social problem here) and others are not. I am not a conspiracy theorist, but I see mindless baloney on a regular basis, especially on the nightly news - it is hard for me to believe that people are as dumb as they are pretending to be in their writing (even trolls) or ridiculous “news machines”. However, put the elite lies out there, and the public will believe it. They do not want competition or truth-mongering. This is why honest and unyielding dream-work is so important, enhanced by other skills. “Studies” by the forever elusive “someone out there” are always funny, though.

I wonder what would happen if all these absurd “dream dictionaries” (including so-called analysis by pretended “studies”) were to stop publication to be replaced by what dreams really are and how to work with them? I do not think it could happen. Authority would not like that at all. This is why astrology is actually legal (even printed in newspapers) in modern times in many locations, though rather hard to believe. It is because it means nothing. Authority does not like it when your life has meaning or when you read anything that has personal meaning. I know this one hundred percent. Why use the Source, the holographic and infinite universe inside of you when you can use a “system” to “dumb yourself down”? I guess you need a book to show you, each and every time, what a cornstalk will look like each time you plant corn; in other words, life is far more patterned and predictable (even in hidden layers) than people want to believe. They fear patterns. They fear the known in some ways more than the unknown. Cause and effect requires human will, though. You are not going to crash your car unless you drive a car. Too hard? For example, you are not going to win a basketball game unless you play it. You are not going to have meaningful dreams or “see” past/present/future (that is, the potential or best possible outcome) unless you cross the threshold of knowing what they are for. Otherwise, they are just vestigial mental energies, which I have said many times before - but pay attention and learn, and anything becomes possible - and from my experiences - I do mean anything.

On doors…Are doors symbolic, or just doors? Obviously the Blue Door is very important, at least to me - and the Blue Pearl event - which is a physical manifestation that others have actually seen “on” (“in”?) me in real life (people that did not know anything about it being more likely to see it than those that “knew” about it - odd - but very good for validation - after all, I would trust someone saying they saw something that they were not told to see other than someone who sees something they expected to - hope that makes sense). I cannot tell you what that means - though other people have experienced it with the same associations (I assume such people are like me in certain ways but I have not really made an effort to speak to them much online as I sense too many “aspects of humanity” in them - so usually go on with my own path).

I can say that a door can be an entrance, an exit, or locked (or even both an exit or entrance in a transient or tentative “testing” way, I suppose). It can be positive or negative - a door to opportunity or a door to disaster - for me, blue is always best. Dreams can flip doors around to where they would not be (physically) in real life and it takes study to see how they blend with known locations. As I have said before, even in dreams of composite locations, I try to “trace” where I would have been in real life relative to the (fictional) orientation in the dream. This could be an interesting eyeopener for others assuming they are able to pinpoint such aspects, as it is not always easy, especially when the composites imply contradicting compass points as they sometimes do - only when the composites are based on houses you have lived where the two front doors in real life were facing different directions, yet in the dream, have the features of both houses integrated.

I have already written quite a bit on the K-seal. This can also be positive or negative. When letter K is in the more obvious “envelope” symbolism mode, it can be positive or negative depending on the message or “letter” you receive (though “K” is also a play on “key” meaning you could end up marrying your pen pal I suppose, oh wait…). These days, a lot of people do not write actual letters on paper (probably a good thing to save the forests at least to a point - too bad too many rubbish books are still being printed) and only use the Internet - but the envelope still holds meaning and obviously will until people forget what the post office is - then Kevin Costner as the postman will come along and…whoops, got sidetracked for a second. When upside-down, the “K as envelope” (that is the “K” on its side as the envelope, but then going on to turn the “envelope” upside-down) could represent negative forces in the sense of the arrow going up but being stopped by the horizontal line. Mirrored to its face, it is the “diamond on the path” which I cannot think of in an opposite way, other then perhaps falling into a diamond-shaped hole.

Letter “K” (half of Yin and Yang due to it being the eleventh letter along with hundreds of other layered elements) and number 3 together are also “full” Yin and Yang as I have written of before. (Then there is some sort of play on K9 relating to K3 + K3 + K3 = Cerberus, the “hell-hound” which is not very nice, is it?) Three can be negative when seen as a threatening “fork” or trident as with “Hot Stuff” if you go with devils being this or that, which I do not, other than as fun reading material. Oh…K? Okay. Me too. Literally. I mean, my surname (historically speaking) can mean “The two”, “the god” or “the sweet” (or “the soft”) depending on the anglicizing mashing of choice when one cannot read or write another language. Try the following spellings of part of the surname variations from French to English in Bing Translate: Doux. Deux. Dieu.

As I have already written, even flying dreams can have negative associations. I know this from direct experience. Although usually, flying dreams are positive and relate to accomplishments in real life. Homeless people seem to have more flying dreams in some regions and this is because “they have no visible means of support” - a very precise and obvious way to describe hovering or flying (at least in negative connotation). I have written this same material previously, but people have short memories, it seems.

I may write more on polarity in so-called symbolism in the near future. It is an important concept and “awakening” to people that can only see one side of the same coin.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm with Emily and we figured we were going to be in this place for a while so she got out this box that kinda resembled a Christmas calendar (it was green or pink), this box is full of stuff to mess with, I don't quite remember what but I seemed to be able to attach certain things (plastic shapes kinda), so I attached some stuff and I think I made her laugh at 1 point.

I'm in a building and notice I had become some sort of bronze stick figure with a white face, my eyes and mouth were black and robotic like, I went off to find Emily to show her.

2. [Non-Lucid]
There's this king, and his son keeps wanting to get in trouble, so the son dresses up to become disguised, he keeps getting caught by the prosecutor, when the king finds out the prosecutor has caught him, he gives the prosecutor a kicking.

Fragments:
A guy dressed as a ghost being pulled backwards across a field away from a forest, the costume gets ripped off his face see who it is.

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Possible dream signs:
Emily, Ellie, Mum, Step dad, Dad

(I may write my other dreams down later)

Ok, I guess I'm going to start posting here so that I can keep track of my progress and you guys can help me out

I've been using a dream journal for exactly 2 weeks and it's hugely helped me with my dream recall (which was very poor..now I remember 2-3 dreams per night) and with my dream signs. I have had 2 DILD's so far, the second one I had last night.

You can find my first DILD here

Anyway, enough talk.

Yesterday I decided to implement a new mantra (I've been using "I remember my dreams" and "When I dream I recognize dream signs and do RC's"). This new mantra is "Lucid dreams are important". I hadn't had a LD in a week and considering that I had one immediately after using this mantra, I guess I'll stick to it ^^

Anyway, here is the dream:

"I'm in a park and I'm wearing a strange pair of shoes. I see two friends of mine but I keep walking and go down some stairs. There is a wall in front of me and I jump over it, landing on the street below. I remain alive and realize I must be dreaming.
I stabilize my dream repeating "I'm dreaming" (differently from my first LD, in this one I repeat the sentence out loud and I can actually hear each word). I keep walking, see some guys in the distance and decide to try the "Super speed" trick, which by the way is suuuper funny I stop and I see some friends of mine who tell me "Your girlfriend is not here", but I want to summon her anyway, so I start looking for her in some cars that were there. I don't find her, but then I remember I read here on DV that I have to "know", not "wish", for something to happen. So I assume she's behind me and I try to take her by the hand and pull her in front of me, but that doesn't work. Then I assume she's giving me a *you know what I mean* and I look down, but that doesn't work either I don't give up and I keep looking for her.
At some point I feel someone touching my shoulder, I turn and see a friend of mine. I'm a little disappointed, but then I laugh at it and hear a voice, I reach the place the voice was coming from and there, finally, I find my GF trapped in 2 flying cubes and there were some people keeping her trapped there Trying to save her I lose a little bit of lucidity and when I finally succeed I take her in my arms and decide to end the dream in a nice way. So I teleport the 2 of us in my room, we get into my bed and I whisper her something, then I wake up."

The other night I had a dream I was walking to the store and I looked up at the sky to see daylight planets like fantasy earth pictures. I seen the Moon and Jupiter up close as if they weren't that far from the earth. I was amazing because I am interested in astronomy and to see that was just cool, then I heard the sound of jets flying above me as I watched them past by I turned around and seen a whole new place. It was a combination of many different places. There was my house, my high school, stores I never heard of before, medieval knights riding on horses, more jets flying in sync, and many cool things I cant recall. It was very cool and I wish I was Lucid but it was just a normal dream, a very vivid one.

The reason that this was just the date was that I could not think of a title for this dream. It came off as a very bland and boring dream.

I am at my tech school, but it feels like my kindergarten school from way back when, but even that is a bad comparison. The school is surrounded by trees. Anyways, the same bully is there from the "drowning a bully" dream as part of yesterday's DJ entry.
We got into some kind of conflict, but I cannot recall what it was about.
After the teacher came to intervene, she wrote the bully up and took me over to the other building. (Because this dream was taking place in my Tech School-Kindergarten hybrid, the building was being modeled after my Kindergarten, that had two buildings.)
The inside of other building looked less like my Tech school and more like a machine shop of some sort. There were a couple dream characters scattered about, working on various projects. The teacher leads me over to what looks like a drill press, and gives me a black and white photograph of the bully.
The teacher explains to me that whenever there is a conflict in this school, the victim must preform a stress-relieving exercise to ensure that they do not attempt to exact revenge on the one that did them wrong. She continues to explain that the machine before me is not a drill press but in fact a high powered laser cutter. (And admittedly the one cool thing about this dream was the way that this laser cutter looked.)
I am allowed to score and burn the photograph with the laser cutter to release my stress. I begin to do so, but the machine is pre-programmed and the laser automatically shuts off if I attempt to cut the photograph of the bully. I remark to the teacher that this is stupid and wake up.

Too lazy 2 write it today, so I will write it tomorrow.

I am lying on a bed with a single sized mattress. Then, a voice from behind me. I whip around to see a long faced man staring directly at me. He is wearing a beige dress shirt. He starts to come towards me and I put my hand up and shout "Not another step" (I know I'm using magic but I don't become lucid!) He looks and me and tells me that he knows more than me, he has a smug look and says: "you are not where you think you are." (I still don't become lucid!) Then the dream just ends.

This dream happened a few weeks ago|
I was in a classroom with some classmates and my teacher. He's doing his teaching thing and I look around. I then think "I don't recall (some things the classroom does't have in rl) I then say I'm dreaming. I stand up and try summoning a dc it fails. As I'm standing there trying to get the dc walks over to the classroom door. I then look at him he seems furious (the kind of cuss word mad but I'm using nice language :3 ) he taps on a phone and I assume its broken. He then leans toward a red button. At this point I begin to get worried I tried passionate commands like " I know he'll stop" but he continues toward the button! I'm seriously worried and I yell stop. He stands up straight frozen in place.... Then I get closer because I realize the dream is ending I examine his face. But the dream ends anyway.| was he trying to stop me from lucid dreaming? But why would a dc from my dream ( I have a nice imagination) stop me from LDing? This is my third lucid. I'm still trying to enter lucidity during dream and ask him why. Goodbye

First time I successfully used DEILD! One thing I use sometimes when I'm having a dry spell is to review and old list of lucid dream goals, and one of mine was to visit Venice.

I'm not quite awake after the last dream ends when I decide I want to go for it and return to the dream. Instead of the restaurant I was dreaming of, I'm now walking through very deep snow headed towards a small building with white siding. It looks like a church. Outside the door, there's a man waiting for me. He's wearing a red sweater, his dark hair is cropped and he has a round face. There's something about the way he looks at me that makes me uncomfortable. He asks, "So, how have you been taking care of yourself?" It feels intrusive. I look down at the snow and wonder why I'm even here.

I try spinning and find myself in the upstairs hallway of my house, where the paint colors seem a bit more vibrant than I remember. Unfortunately, Creepy Sweater Man seems to have followed me home. I head downstairs and he follows me -- oooh, wait, those are really cool shoes sitting on the floor by the front door. Are those mine? I pick up one of them. It's a black wedge sneaker with all these metallic accents. I trace one of the metal pieces as I listen to Creepy Sweater Man trying to get my attention. Then I cut him off to ask a question: "Who is my soul mate?"

Without any hesitation, he answers, "Gerard Butler."

"I don't even know who that is! I've never seen any of his movies," I reply. I can't even picture what the guy looks like, and I get a little upset.This is not exactly the answer I was hoping for.

Creepy Sweater shrugs. "I really don't know anything. I just took a guess," he says.

The scene shifts, and now I find myself in a partially lit room full of pottery, and I'm holding a pair of vases. At least Creepy Sweater Man is gone. I'm right near a window, and when I look outside, I see that I am in Venice. I've always wanted to come here! I can see a canal just outside this building, and I race downstairs to get closer to the water. I come out onto a balcony that is about four feet above the canal. It has the feel of being in a video game where you have to navigate three dimensional levels on a 2D screen. I see a gondola waiting on the canal and I worry about how to get there, but then a ladder appears that allows me to climb down.

Once I'm in the gondola, the gondolier sets off and starts to sing "O Sole Mio." It's a song I usually enjoy, but today I'm a little impatient. I cut him off and ask, "Who is my soul mate?"

"The gentleman waiting at the bridge, he is your soul mate. You will see him soon," says the gondolier. I'm thinking that he means the famous Bridge of Sighs. I wonder how I'm going to meet someone there because there's no access to the bridge from the canal. As if the gondolier is reading my mind, he instead takes me to the Rialto Bridge.

I don't even remember getting out of the gondola as I'm in such a hurry to get on the bridge. As I'm climbing up the bridge, I can see Benedict Cumberbatch (an actor that I am very familiar with) waiting at the top. When I get to him, I ask, "Do you know who my soul mate is?"

He looks a little surprised by my question. "Darling, it's me," he answers before leaning over to kiss me. I'm so overwhelmed that I wake up.

2.12.14 Wednesday

Last night, bed 11pm - 8:40am

Remember a dream about being on skype and skype ringing. I woke up to that and it was still ringing for real.

Had bunch of dreams, but wasn't waking up at right time to remember them. Will be better tomorrow.

I have made a rule I'll only post my dreams on dreamviews if they are interesting, while this one isn't that interesting, it's been my first recalled dream in a few days while I've been trying to improve my recall, so it's significant to me.


So I'm with my two friends, Charlie and Sam. We walk down my road in real life, I can also see my house in the background with my parents in the doorway. I see my dog, Teddy, in the middle of the pavement, which a suspiciously long lead which is stuck in the tree so my dog is unable to move on the pavement. Then, my other friend Ryan appears, he spits at my dog. I square up to him and I think I said something like "Did you just spit at my dog" he replies "yeah I did". With that I end up having a fight with him, his punches not really hurting me, during the fight I turn around and Ryan's gone. (Strange I didn't notice this and become lucid as he literally disappears).


So, the next day I'm in school, I don't recognise the room much, I look next to me and I look through this window (like they have in a interrogation room). I see a sign saying "Dance GCSE". I see one of my classmates in there. And that's the end of the dream

One more thing I want to mention, I wrote in my DJ the night before "I've had a bit of a dry spell recently, but I'm confident I can remember a good dream tonight". Strangely, that night I have this dream and remember it.

so this one was a lil over the top and kinda sexual im sorry but cant control my thought at night. first i was in the mountains with colin and i was going to get breakfeast with colin my mom and shanon. i asked him what he though about some girl and he said "i never break downs girls"

we never got that damn break feast

now for the fun part! so i believe i was at my house and wass planning on going to a party, nat was in my room and we had sex against the wall with the door open. we finished and my mom came in after and casually started talking to nat who was holding a acondom in her lap. my mom noticed and akwardly laughed and walked away. i yelled "at least were being safe"

then it was night an were outside of this pool, we were basically wrestling and talking about the party. then natt was like you want to have sex again so we did it standing up for a while, but afterwards i pushed her into the pool /. she tried to drag me in but i didnt want to get my clothes wet for the party cuz i had on my favorite shirt so i didnt let her drag me in. my sister asked afterwards if she could go to the party too. then darren showed up and said he would take natt to the party and i was like What..no?

lastly i was at my home and as i was walking through the side alley some one yells at me to smoke a joint. then i see my neighbor carlo and susie both drinking and trying to hug me. i got all uncomfortable and tried to get away but they hugged me anyway....later i played wii with some gay kid and he kept beating me in call of duty. it was cool cuz i was inside the video game

later in the dream i was in like a futuristic version of millbrae and destry offered me this huge orange pill and i ate it. i felt bad after cuz tis doctor asked me about my success in sobrieteyu

I believe these dreams were two separate ones!

I was at a ceremony for my school (well, old school now), where I was having dinner with my parents and various classmates. We then went into this big hall where all the students and their parents were, and names were being called off in groups of two or three. If you were called, you had to rush down there and try to beat the other kid in a race to the bottom. If you won, you got a prize. I got called twice and managed to win both times without even knowing the rules. And my reward...was a pokemon game.

This dream had me in my house. It started off as me not even being there, just watching as two famous actors (Rob Schneider and someone else) were discussing something. Eventually they disappeared and I got to walk around my house. I decided to call up PeanutButterGamer (FOR SOME REASON) and had a nice chat with him about mario. After this is when things started getting a bit weirder. I heard noises outside and got a bad feeling, so I instinctively went to the kitchen to grab a knife or something for protection. "Y'never know," I told myself.
As I got to the kitchen, I looked outside. Cats were everywhere in my neighbor's back yard. Weird, cuz he normally has a bunch of dogs. They were going up to this pool of liquid (it looked kind of like apple cider), and lapping it up. I turned my eyes back to the kitchen, and there were suddenly a bunch of cats in it! Cue me going
I opened the knife drawer, cuz I was still feeling paranoid about the noise I heard. The knife drawer was filled with the same cider looking liquid I saw before. I sighed and tried to get a towel to clean it up while all the cats mewed at me.

Just a short episode - I was in the staircase of a posh hotel - broad stairs and plush carpet, and had a short cheap summer dress on.
Around the corner came a black gentleman - in a beautiful grey evening suit, walking stick, silk-tie and 4 dogs - all different, rather small decorative ones.
When I passed, he made some snide remark, how I was underdressed for the location.
I was in a take no bullshit mood and remarked something back.
The dogs didn't like that, turned around and barked at me and I stepped back - directly into him, who suddenly stood behind me.

And believe me - if you could bottle up that scent, he had - you could make a fortune with it!!
I was completely transfixed - very disappointed about having woken up from there...

It's very rare, that I have a taste or scent so prominent in my dreams - but when I do - I'll note it here.