Kuroshitsuji-based. I'm looking at a sort of frozen image of two people - as a disembodied observer, I can move around and look at this scene from different angles, but time isn't moving. Two figures in heavy fur-lined coats that cover them completely. I can't see their faces, but I'm aware the tall one in black is Sebastian, and the small one in white that he's carrying is Ciel and also myself. I'm focusing on the hood of Ciel/my coat - the opening for the face is completely in shadow, and something about the deepness and the blackness of that opening and the fact that the face can't be seen makes me feel sure he's a demon. I'm about to enter a temple, together with three or four friends and family. We're standing around an outdoor sink where you wash your hands before entering the temple, and I'm looking around and thinking about the beauty of the entrance. Over to the left there's a separate building that's also part of the temple compound, but not sacred, and when I realize the others haven't been there before, I insist we go see it first. There's a line to purchase entrance - which is very expensive - and they don't understand what this other place is, so I explain it to them while we're waiting in line. This building, the McKittrick, was built by an eccentric rich man who filled it with all manner of strange collections over his life. After he died, it was bought by a woman who- (My memory's vague about what I said that woman did, but it was something to do with folklore. Elves were specifically mentioned, prompting a scene change.) Third person, outside that building, it's night now. Three strange-looking figures that I think of as elves are standing around, agitated about something, waiting to execute some plan. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) A friend of mine introduces me to a woman he's in love with - who turns out to be a living weapon sent to kill me. But she herself hadn't realized that; she was a sleeper agent, some kind of machine, programmed to become a weapon again the moment she saw me. It's painful to watch her personality disappear. I'm angry at the people who created her, and also blaming myself for involving both her and my friend. I try to take care of the situation without my friend finding out what's happening. This ultimately ends in a chase scene where I'm running from that friend. I go semi-lucid while flying to avoid him. There's a small stand of trees at the edge of the property, and as I reach them, I decide to change scenes; I stop among the trees and focus on the feel of the branches around me, trying to change the scene to a dense forest. When I stop focusing on the feel and look around again, I'm not in a forest, but the grass is much taller and the buildings around have vanished, and the friend I was running from flies over my head without seeing me.
Morning of May 16, 2014. Friday. Regarding a related anniversary-like link, I found that one of this morning’s dreams, as is sometimes the case (sometimes with postcognitive potential), links up to past aspects around the same time period by year. The “anniversary” associations (not the exact day, but fairly close) relate to an article I just coincidentally found (without any search or intent) that was published on May 13, 2013; “Skylab’s Remains: NASA Space Station Debris in Australia (Photos)” and the fact that Skylab was launched on May 14, 1973 according to Wikipedia and the NASA website (though some sources, including the plaque in Australia say the 24th of May). Today’s date, presently, from my location, is May 16, 2014 though it is apparently still May 15 in, for example, California. In my dream, some old friends and I are somehow on board the Skylab. I am not sure what our mission is, if any mission is even implied. There are also different rooms for seemingly different types of people; for example, each in their own niche or clique, so to speak. There is a group of obese women who seem to actually live, half-dressed, in a circular sauna area near the “bottom” area of Skylab. This area is amusingly known as “Coffeelab”. (My wife Zsuzsanna and I do not drink coffee as neither of us can stand the taste or smell. Caffeine also has the opposite effect on me than supposedly with other people and makes me feel extraordinarily tired.) Over time, some maintenance needs to be done, I believe of which relates to the cylindrical oxygen tank. Somehow, there is a very large coffee machine which is sort of torus-shaped (like a giant lifesaver) but more like a trapezoidal template than circular where the narrower “top” is oriented inward. This coffee machine is sixteen feet above the women. (This particular distance has recurred in dreams since childhood for whatever reason). Something goes wrong with the coffee machine and the connecting bars loosen and break, causing it to fall on the obese women (there being about six of them). They are mostly only in towels and giggling and gossiping mindlessly until the coffee machine falls on them, falling down through the cylindrical construct. A little later, the debris cannot be seen, but the women are all lying about having been killed, the largest on her back with her arms and legs out, like in some sort of horizontal jumping jack position or X-shape. From here, my friends and I are told by the Skylab mission control that we need to drink all the coffee that is still available before it “goes to waste”. This seems like a strange task. The coffee is disgusting and has large granular blobs in it (as it then seems like instant coffee which is even worse than that from a coffee machine), almost like drinking mud. I spend several minutes (during at least three time periods) stirring the large glass I have with a small metal rod of some kind and watch the interesting and seemingly powerful swirls (like a variation of the Yin Force, or Yin and Yang integrating), which seem magnified. My hands seem magnified as well, which is a fairly common perspective in my dreams when focusing on my body. From there, I just continue to watch the attractive Yin-and-Yang-like patterns and whirlpool-like effects without drinking any more sludge. There have been similar dreams where bliss began to dominate my dream when it involved Yin-and-Yang-like patterns or whirlpool effects, including the whale song dream of February 22, 2013. I also count the “Tornado!” dream of September 13, 1970 (wife’s birthday) as one because of the implied joining of the Yin and Yang forces before I knew of her real existence (at least as one interpretation).
I'm at work when I hear a call for back-up cashiers. I head up front to see where I can help, but I'm confused by what I see. There's only one line, even if it looks a little long, and there's cashiers milling around with nothing to do. I question whether they really need any back-up and I decide I might as well hop on the first open register. There's a woman with several kids who had dumped a pile of things directly on the scanner. When I ask if she needs help, she says that she's using the self check-out and doesn't need a cashier. But we don't have self check-out. I realize she's a little confused, so I ring up her items. She tries to pay by check, but she signs the top of the check instead of the bottom. Also, she's signed with two names, and one of them is Sandor Clegane? Something doesn't feel right about this. I ask her for ID, and she tells me that she doesn't have one but it's her husband's check, so we'll have to wait for him. And we wait. And wait… Her husband finally makes his way over at a snail's pace. He takes a look at the total on the screen, but refuses to hand over any sort of ID. Instead, he claims they haven't spent enough money! He then wants me to tell him all the sales this week so he can figure out what else to buy. By now, I'm getting really angry at how this family is wasting my time. I consider voiding the transaction and walking away, but I'm really not sure I can get away with that. I try to remember what this week's promotions are, but I'm stumped. It must be the first day of the week, and I probably didn't get a chance to check the weekly ads. But we have sales circulars for reference at every register. I grab the one at my register, except instead of a circular, it's a binder covered with flowers. I see a wire rack with more circulars, so I run to grab one. But when I take a closer look, I realize that they're just magazines. At this point, I see S, the security guy, walk past me in his uniform. I call out to him since I haven't seen him for a while. He stops, but he seems to shrink about a foot in height. He turns around and I see it's actually T, another coworker from a completely different area (who is also about a foot shorter than S). I ask him why he's wearing the uniform, and he explains that he's just helping out while S is on vacation. I still need to find that damned sales circular. I decide to try grabbing one from another register, but there's a little obstacle in my way: a pond. Yes, there's a pond in the store, apparently. It's about five feet in diameter and it's blocking my path to the closest register. Oddly enough, it looks just like the retention pond outside my old junior high school. I skirt around the pond's edge, but somehow I end up walking through the water. It's not very deep, barely coming up to my shins, but I can feel my feet sinking into the mud. There's a girl I don't recognize working on the register next to the pond. I ask her for a sales circular, and she smiles as she hands over her copy. But this isn't what I expected. For one thing, it's handwritten, and it's dated May 6th. None of this makes sense… because this is a dream. There's a moment where I'm full of indecision, not sure what I should do: tell the irritating customers to get lost or abandon this dream scene entirely by spinning. Almost immediately, the dream starts to fade. I focus on the sensation of sinking into the mud and try to ignore my real body. It's a bit difficult, but eventually I'm back at my register with this crazy family still not finished checking out until I tell them what's on sale. I hit the void key, toss the void slip at them, and walk away. I've had enough of them. I start walking the perimeter of the store to give myself enough time for the dream to stabilize. I'm joined by S as I walk. At one point, we come across a large crowd that's blocking our way. S barges ahead, but he transforms into yet another coworker. I watch his back as his uniform fades away and turns into a different shirt. The crowd grows thicker and keeps me from moving forward. I don't know how to get through this obstacle at first, then I have an idea. I shout, "HEY! PREGNANT LADY COMING THROUGH!" The crowd immediately parts. I look down and see that I am very, very pregnant. The store fades away and I find myself in a hospital birthing suite, lying on a bed, preparing to give birth. There's no pain. In fact, there's no pressure or any other sensation that I would have expected. Really, I just feel happy that I'm finally about to do this. The baby comes out -- except it's not a baby I see, but a six-foot-tall man wearing swim trunks. He's very tan and has extremely light blond hair that looks like it's been bleached by the sun. He looks at me and says, "Bro, I've gotta catch some waves. See you later!" before taking off. I'm confused why he would call me "bro." Next to me, someone says, "You know, I had hair that light when I was a kid." I look over and realize the man standing next to me is Benedict Cumberbatch, and I remember him saying something similar in an interview last year. He stands up to leave, and I see that he's wearing a tuxedo and carrying a top hat. I ask him to stay. Actually, I start pleading with him to stay, but he says he has an event to go to. Then I wake up.
This entry is a quick reference for me so I can be sure I'm keeping on track. Day Practice: - Constant present moment self-awareness / mindfulness - Sensory and environmental awareness - Lucid daydreaming / visualization - Mindfulness meditation Night Practice: - Meditate right before bed when possible - Read dream journal - Review memory of the day - Visualization - Naturally awaken after dreams - WBTB if time allows it Dreamsigns: - My house - Girlfriend and roommates - Video games and movies - Sudden location change - Any bizarre events Reality Checks (preferably in order): - Location - Recent memory - Current activity - Hands / Nose Pinch / Text - Review if those make sense and then return to focusing on the present moment Current Goals: - Lucid dreams 3 times a week - Calmly explore my dream world - Basic dream control (manipulating objects, levitate)
Updated 05-16-2014 at 06:18 PM by 53121
16/5/2014 ya i skipped 15 because i had remembered the dream, but forgot it in the middle of the day. usually i recite them in my head many times when i wake up, in the shower, etc. to make sure i DO remember them up until i get home to post them on here, but i just forgot it. ok first ill start of with the first dream i had before 3am i had a dream i was playing age of empires 1 (but my vision was the screen). all i remember was creating a ton of watch towers and enemies tried to get into my base but they got mowed down before they could enter 2nd dream after 3am i was in front of my house, in the road. this truck stops and some guy is in it, he has black tattoos all over his body they look like markings, and hes bald and has darker skin. its also night time, or it was getting dark. he says something i cant remember but i do remember it wasnt nice at all, so i run back to my yard and i hope over the fence using this tiny little wooden pole to make it easy, after doing so i think to myself "good thing we have these poles, theyre like the well of eternity" (didnt make any sense i know) and then AT FIRST i didnt catch it, it made sense to me, but then a few seconds later while in my yard i was like "wait a second.. well of eternity? its nothing like the well of eternity, why would i think that? unless...." i plug my nose and find i can breathe and i become lucid. i tried to fly, but it didnt work. i decided to play along with were the dream was going, and my instinct told me to follow the guy in the truck. he yelled something i couldnt remember and veered around the corner (btw my house is on a corner) and went off. since i couldnt fly i tried to catch up by leaping. i leapt to my deck, and then i was going to leap to the road he went on but when i tried to jump i would only jump straight up. by now i noticed a sword in my hand that looks like this ((http://wow.mmodb.com/images/items/renders2/24813-l.jpg)). i thought "man hes getting away!" and for some reason i knew he took a turn down this road further down the road he was already going down. but i decided to stop pursuing him and leaped back into my yard, where i felt my lucidity slip away and i woke up. i was very happy
Updated 05-16-2014 at 05:38 PM by 69189
.../I spent the whole dream lecturing some relatives about my nephew's adolescence and how should they deal with it. There is a pile of empty cassette boxes/... * Fortunately the alarm clock stopped that wasted dream preaching. * Nap after work: .../I wonder about how a vampire should put its feet together inside the coffin when I see a Bram Stoker's style vamp getting inside a coffin, everything is colored from pale blue to black. I see the motion of her dress like it is a film played backwards. Then she is invited to wear a hundred straitjackets together to see when she loses her mind. She accepts in a gently manner. I see she's lifted from behind. Her feet and hands are stretched backwards while she starts balancing/... * Somebody starts a hedge trimmer outside. .../I'm playing with a table tennis ball, bouncing and kicking it like a pro/...
drempt i was at the movie theater with matt jajehe, michael capitlo. cant remember what we were saeeing. we were eventually asked to leave. i left and went into the lobby and couldnt understnad why there was so much heat above my head making people think i was 6 foot 8 could have gone lucid when i was with matt jajeh and mike capitilo. i live in irvine, i havnt seen them for years why sould i be with them was asked to leave a movie theater. why would i bea sked to leave a movie theater. i am not a routey person.
5/16/14 Last night, bed around 10pm - 4:50am DR: It's morning, and I'm just about to start cleaning somebody's place. They are getting ready to leave. The place is a pig sty. There are some cucumbers in the drawer with clothes, and they are so old, rotting and leaking. When I close the drawer, there is a puddle on the floor from them. It's disgusting. At first I say screw it, I ain't cleaning that stinky mess. But at the end of the day when they come back, and when I come back (read below), I'm looking for paper towels and plastic bags to clean it. There is also 2 kids I'm suppose to babysit. I don't know how, but I go out of the apartment for a moment and end up going to the recruit testing for CIA. Not an official testing, morel like in secret, so we don't even know it's a test. But I end up changing my pants for tights! for some test, and now I'm walking with a CIA guy through the hallway, barefoot and barely dressed. I'm saying dude, I have no shoes and stuff. And he says it's ok, we are almost there, and next is medical screening. We get to a room with other people in it. I realize I'm babysitting kids and I'm trying to call someone on my red cellphone to go and check on them, while I'm gone. Lots of flyers are in a row on a long table. We suppose to grab them and place them on a board within a time limit. I miss the first round entirely because I don't get what to do. Then on one flyer, I see some handwritten shopping list on the back. Chicken deli, meat and chicken deli, and 4-5 other items. I figure, that noticing these kinds of details is the real test, so I start copying the list on a piece of paper for myself. Turns out, that WAS the real test, and only I passed it. Then a fire starts in the overhead airconditioning unit, and one next to it starts to smolder, and another one as well. I ran to the fire extinguisher, grab it a ran to the fire, while yelling Fireeee! go tell everybody and take care of them! There is already a girl with extinguisher at the fire. But her's is the wrong kind, because mine shoots out huge marshmallows of fire retardant, and her's doesn't. Obviously mine is the right one. I extinguish the fire, walk to the next one and take care of that one as well, and the last one as well. Looks like I passed this test too, coz it was a test. DR: I'm on a street of my hometown, down by the bookstore accross from highschool. Something is running, I hear it coming closer. I rans by and it's a geogeous small brown pony, with his mane and tail and by hooves beige. He runs by at full speed, and I check behind the corner, if he went the right way. No he didn't turn right, he continued towards the train station. But he stopped and he is comming back to me now, at full speed. I try to catch him and take him to safety. I know he is just playing, like a kid.
Morning of May 16, 2014. Friday. My dream starts out with some annoying elements but becomes lucid and blissful. There is the usual recurring idea of living back in my King Street boarding house and not having paid rent for some time. My wife is living in the apartment with me; the one with the two larger closets, one with a built-in dresser, and the smaller multicolored window, the apartment of which I lived in for a time in real life (over time, I had lived in a total of three different apartments in the mansion-like building - it is strange because it is the only place I lived on my own in terms of single renting for about ten years on and off, I guess because it was only twenty to twenty-five dollars a week even in 1989). Somehow, this seems very unusual even now. It is almost as if, even though I had not lived there since the late 1980s, I still owe all that back rent due to “still being there” at one level of memory all these years. It sounds quite strange, I know, but may be resolved one day. My wife goes out into the hallway and yells at someone to turn their radio down. This is quite a bold act for her and she actually does it twice, and amazingly enough, the annoying loud music stops. It seems to be coming from outside to the west, though, rather than in our building. Later in my dream, I go downstairs and notice that the door to the owners’ residence is open. They were a main promoter of Watkins products in real life (based in Winona, Minnesota) and it looks like a group of people are there for advice or pricing information. I think about my careful approach to talk about somehow paying the rent I supposedly owe (it seems in my dream that I had never paid any, which is a tad ridiculous). As usual, the landlady is extraordinarily sarcastic (even though in real life, she had actually offered me the chance to live there without paying rent, which I never took her up on). I ask her if there is any way that I could work for her and she talks about finding certain minerals - which apparently are only found in the Arctic regions (or North Pole, even though it is mostly ocean in reality compared to Antarctica). My wife and I are soon outside. I become semi-lucid. A few other (unknown) people are following us, as I just decide to rise in the air and fly north. My wife is able to fly on her own to my right. We are greatly enjoying ourselves for the most part. However, the other people following us are really annoying and “violating our space” so I knock two of them back to the ground. This is actually a rarer dream where “normal” people can also supposedly fly. We reach the Arctic regions fairly quickly and it seems quite beautiful. The idea of finding the special rare minerals seems to take a backseat to other ideas. The cold air, ice, and water are thrilling and my dream becomes even more vivid. I notice an open area that is like a larger river of sorts with ice floes here and there. In the water more to my left are a few smaller schools of fish. A regular event occurs which we watch several times. The smaller fish are “trapped” in a small but mobile whirlpool-like area that acts as such for a few minutes in a particular location, where a northern pike (the detail quite clear and correct in terms of imagery) rises up from the water, eating all or almost all of the fish each time. In afterthought, there is a play on “Great Northern”, which is a familiar link to the “Great Northern Railway” as related to or symbolizing the Source. This seems to be saying that “normal” people can not follow the “train of thought” (or see outside their own path or “trap”) regarding the real meaning of dreaming and thus are consumed by the Source perhaps without even being aware of the Source at all (the evidence of such which is virtually endless). This also seems related to the last dream of the same morning, which also featured a whirlpool (in the large glass of coffee aboard Skylab). In both dreams, I am outside the whirlpool but still see it as beautiful and like a “portal” into infinity. In one, the smaller “herd-mentality” fish (or symbolically “lemmings”?) are trapped and eaten by the northern pike in my “ideal dream environment”. In the other, I am stirring the coffee (making the whirlpool) which is full of “dregs”. My role seems somewhat equivalent to that of the pike’s in the second dream. Therefore, I may be able to conclude that in this case “small fish” equals “dregs” equals “ordinary” people who deny the Source where I may seemingly be a facet of the Source in the first dream as I become lucid. Interesting. Comparing it to my “Tornado!” dream of September 13, 1970, there seems to be an ongoing “force” that is now more harmonious (and far more “visible”) than when younger and it probably also relates to the implied “portal” of the blue flame or “Blue Pearl” event which started prenatally (and I certainly do not buy the idea that you “cannot” remember your childhood or perspective prior to birth - my most vivid memory is prenatal - perhaps because I was a month overdue or because of my NDE as a toddler).
Updated 12-10-2015 at 02:37 PM by 1390
Afternoon of May 16, 2014. Friday. Of my 40,000 dreams or so I have meticulously documented and often eventually resolved, this entry takes a look at the English alphabet. It is obviously not complete (the more complex issues I will write about later on) and is mostly focused on my own inherent knowledge and lifelong experience (although some of it is quite obvious). This entry is related to primarily only uppercase letters. Letter A, because of being the first letter of the alphabet, the first vowel, the symbol for “one” and because of looking like a snow-covered mountaintop, so therefore can relate to both isolation and feeling “on top of the world”, can also represent a “beginning” of sorts. It also looks like a pencil tip or arrow. It can also represent a Taurus, though I only use astrology in a symbolic sense and do not believe at all in the system itself. Letter B may represent weakness, or being “second”. There are several ways to look at this. “Rounded teeth”, being “second to A”, and others. It can also relate to number 13 because of the image appearing as a 1 and 3 pressed together. On the other hand, it may relate to female breasts, in terms of basic imagery. Letter C is the “internal” force of Yin and Yang or “half” of Yin and Yang while S is the outer force. Even westerners know this (at least the elite and more developed minds), which is how S and C also came to represent dollars and cents ($ and ¢), in that order. No coincidence. Money is the force that moves the world, similar to how Yin and Yang dominate the spiritual world. It could also represent incompleteness or needing to find your soulmate (because of it looking like a circle with a “missing piece”). Letter D looks somewhat like a “tongue sticking out”, so could represent gossip or sarcasm, but there is a lot more to it, of course. Letter E is a variation of “three”, depending on how a person interprets three. “E” can relate to being “average”, or even “mediocre” due to it being the most commonly used letter. Letter F can be a variation on incompleteness due to it being like a “broken E”. However, it can also relate to “going your own way” because of that. Letter G is similar to the concept of a “fixed path”, but one which is not yet “finalized”. There are several lowercase letters which relate to the Yin and Yang construct, those being b, d, p, q, and g. Numbers, though not as significant here, being 2, 4, 16, 17, and 7. Note that the idea of “mind your ps and qs” add up to 33, which is 11 more than 22. 33 is a different link to Yin and Yang which I have not done as much work in. Lowercase “p” is “q” mirrored and vice versa. Letter H can be a ladder section or a railway track section depending on perspective. For me, it represented the Yin force and my links to the Temple of Hathor. Letter I can be related to the self, as well as a “straight and narrow” path. It could even relate to the “eye” in some way, such as a health concern. It can also be a variation of number one. Letter J, because of its shape, represents a warning about being “trapped” or “caught”, but not always. It could represent a negative relationship, human or otherwise (because of the “hooked” implications). Letter K, I have written a lot on regarding the “K-Seal” and the play on number eleven. It represents a special communication from the Source. (It appears somewhat like a sideways envelope icon). It is also half of the “heart on the plane” and therefore for me, represented my validation with my twin flame. Note that when you take the 22nd letter which is V, which in turn is the “heart on the plane” when the twos are mirrored face to face (which also has a “V” in it) and then take the “sideways 3” off the top, you then have the uppercase letter K on its side. Quite intriguing, actually. Far too complex to be coincidental, especially as K is the eleventh letter and V the twenty-second, and of course the additional play that 1 < 3 (one, less than, three) can also imply two (though that is not the technical mathematical usage, but it still “reads” as such). There are so many layers here that circle back on themselves, it can only be long-term planning at other levels of consciousness over lifetimes. Letter L can probably relate to changing your mind, or, because of the image, may be a variation on the number seven. It basically also represents a corner, angle, or outlook. In turn, it can represent a play on “angel” (because of the similarity to the world “angle” - in fact, my father often spelled “angel” as “angle” to deliberately annoy people or to see if they “caught” it. We had a lot of fun together in my youth). Letter M can represent Virgo, or Yin, or feminine supraconscious forces. Letter W is a variation on this. Children often draw the ocean as one long “letter M” and the ocean can represent deeper levels of consciousness, including the supraconscious or collective consciousness Letter N can represent momentum or rhythm or be an alteration of how one views letter Z. Letter O can be either completeness or “feeling like nothing” depending on viewpoint, as letter O also looks like zero, or “zer oh”, so “O” is actually sounded in the word “zero”, as well as people saying “O” instead of “zero” in a number sequence. Letter P can relate to being incomplete in one sense because of a “broken BE” or with ideals being high. Letter Q in my case represented my link to Yin, and moving from the “inner order” to the “outer order” (shown by the line that crosses the circle going from in to out or the reversal depending on your view) in my association with several personal clues and astounding significant “plays”, those being “Susie Q” (and my wife being in QLD at the time of first contact as well as Q being followed by the two capital letters of my last name in this case), and many other more recent ones (such as the omnipotent being on “Star Trek: The Next Generation” as well as representing Quetzalcoatl and my recurring dreams of resplendent quetzals). It also can be a play on “cue” or “cute” or even “clue”. Letter R can relate to energy in a more complex or “visible” way, though it may also be “too” stimulating. Letter S is the outer force of Yin and Yang as well as Kundalini energy. In my case, C begins my first name, and S begins my wife’s first name when anglicized. It can also represent harmony as well as a lack of money (for example, in being an “incomplete” dollar symbol). S and C together is completeness: 19th letter and 3rd letter total V, the 22nd letter. Obviously S and C is also “dollars and cents” with a play on cents also being “sense”. (This is even more relevant, to me, the “Yang/Yank” coming to where they do not even use the concept of “cents” - but simply pretend there are pennies or single units - a rather bizarre, distorted scene to be sure - whereas America does not have the “dole”/dollar in the way Australia does, so there you go.) Letter T is Yang, Christ, Sagittarius, a play on nine, or in a negative sense, a “block” or division in a relationship - relating to “crossroads” (nearly all symbols have opposite potentials). It loosely represents a crown or similar form of authority. Letter U is either a “changed mind” a symbol for gossip or “refusal” or simply a play on “you”. Note how it also can represent the human tongue. It may also represent refusal to “see” the source, as “you” is a representation of ego. (I do not normally write “you is”, haha, this being a special circumstance.) Letter V is another form of Yin and Yang, and represents love (being the bottom half of the heart) as well as “V for Valentine” and the 22nd master number representation. Letter W is related to being with your soulmate or even more-so your twin flame, due to the play on “double you” which is a reference to your “twin” or partner in life. It is also a play on Yin and “inverted” Virgo. Letter X seems to represent another form of the “crossroads” - some people believe that Christ was crucified on an “X” rather than a “T” or “t”. It sort of relates to a person with their arms and legs out as in either full openness or lack of direction. Letter Y was a personal clue for me of Yin and Yang. The “sign” that linked my wife and I since childhood was a “letter Y” with a horizontal line through the middle. However, this can also be a play on a lot of things, including an “arrow”, the question “Why?” It could relate to the very next and last letter (“Z”) in asking “Why death?” or “Why sleep?” Letter Z represents sleep (or possibly death). I even have had dreams where I saw Zs floating above a dream character’s head, but this has not been for a long time and I think is mostly a childhood concern. I have left a lot out here, but may touch upon it again at a future date.
Updated 12-11-2015 at 02:00 PM by 1390
Dreamt I was back in my teens. Some hot head preacher has decided to start up Sunday school on Fridays and well as Sundays. He knew I hated this idea and hated Sundays, but he thought he could discipline me in front of all his followers. He had no idea what hit him as I questioned and challenged his authority in front of all his followers. I called his church a stupid cult. It was a really angry dream! But the ending was cool... After all that there was this beautiful lake and unknown snowy mountains behind it. It felt like an adventure waiting to happen.
A tram derails. I am diving in sea weed. There's a tsunami and I wonder if the rest of the world is alarmed at how many we have been having lately. There's a power cut in a library because of the derailed tram.
#316 - DILD - 6:00AM I have a sex dream about my wife that turns into a false awakening. I am in some unfamiliar bedroom with a large mirror above the nightstand. I notice that I am fully dressed and assume that I must have sleepwalked while dreaming the sex dream. The thing that gets my attention is how oddly I am dressed. I am wearing a white lab coat with a really short, blue windbreaker. The windbreaker has button straps on the shoulders, but the left side has a small stuffed monkey attached to it. I completely crack up at this. I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts and my eyes look red and watery. I tell my wife how funny this all is and Then my sister in law comes in the room and I tell her all about it still laughing. They both seem uninterested. I decide that I absolutely have to take a picture of myself and pull out my phone. The phone doesn't seem to be working properly but I manage. When I take the picture, I notice the monkey has vanished. All of this makes me realize that I am dreaming. I remember that I have been trying to study faces more in waking life to make better dream characters. This makes me suddenly curious to study my own face in the mirror, but my sister in law starts talking really loud and I find it so annoying that I can't concentrate. (She would) I will her to be silent but I must have tried too hard because now both Dcs have left. I feel that I am alone in the room and that's fine; it's quite. My reflection dream character looks completely normal and legit. I'm really impressed with the vividness but decide to move on. I leave the mirror and head down a hallway but the dream starts to fade out. I am not ready to let the dream go so I do some mad hand rubbing. Sadly, Its not working and I slowly wake up. I'm still trying to hold on to the dream so I don't move a muscle and focus on relaxing my body. This allows me to DEILD right away into the void. I have a falling sensation, then feel myself floating and slowing spinning as if in zero G. My back has been hurting in waking life and I am pleased that it feels light and painless. I let out and exaggerated sigh of relief. I worry that my wife will hear, but let that go since I am obviously dreaming again. I sigh loudly once more to prove the point to myself. Then I have other curious thoughts like wondering if I am in Tonic REM or NREM. I tell myself I just need to wait it out. I have a memory gap after this and find myself in another false awakening. I hear the break buzzer at work. I sit up and look at a clock. Its 2:00. When I stand up, I see that I was sleeping on a pallet on the floor in my old department. I find it shocking that I actually got away with this. I stagger to the break room feeling really groggy and sleepy. Something is not right... Not only do I recognize this dream sign, but I also remember that I left this department not long ago and my vision is really distorted. I fall to the floor looking around for some visual stability. My eyes lock on a face. The more I stare the more clear and vivid is gets. It's a young attractive blond woman. I don't feel any desire for her, but I lock my eyes on her because shes all I've got. As I watch her walk past, I notice I have tunnel vision, but can clearly see that she is wearing a white lab coat that reads “photo”. We are in Wal-Mart and I assume she works at the photo lab. Our eyes meet and she gives me a bland expression and continues walking past not bothering to talk to me. I need some interaction so I say something flirty to her. She turns to look at me over her shoulder but is still not interested. It's almost as if she seems to sense my presence but doesn't hear or see me. I say, “What? Are you just going to ignore me?” Then, the dream is suddenly interrupted by my alarm clock.
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