Dreams from October five to shix, 2017 I had one lucid dream on this night. I would title the night of dreams as a whole, "escaping with phone, back row anemia, giraffe pillow." Firehouse I was pulling out of the local fire house. I had no seat belt. I had a white pillow over my chest. In my convertible. The driver side door was open. A police officer came up. "Why no seatbelt? Because it is too high?" I felt fear I would get a ticket. Having been parked facing out also may have been trouble there as they have a rule there, "head in parking only." Mix of Fragments I lost a lot of these details due to needing to pee. So I will just write them in one heading instead of as multiple dreams, even if they were. Box of comic books. Kids getting off a school bus. There was something with a Pokemon who required 2 "light energy" to do an ability called "Pick Up". Guy telling me to say his name when he wasn't there. Walking by a patch of grass. Older woman walking with a cat? Woods? I was blending bananas and walnuts together in a food processor. The grey knob turned the food processor to a higher setting. They looked yummy. But I did not have time to eat them. My sister was in it. Something about 1:30 P M, watching a clock, no food on the boat... Rich D R F type guy (owner of restaurant I worked at). Going on a boat. Making all these lions and tigers fight but they faked it? One lion put his fang on another lions head but he didn't clamp down. I remember the fang. Text from Justin or Allen? Some vague website. Help from people in food program? I was driving somewhere and had a sense of needing some "me time" (i. e. using my voice memo method to think out loud) but I felt I couldn't get away long enough to get some time to myself. I was driving down B Avenue from L V. Something about an alarm clock cutting my sleep short, but for no reason. I was like, "Huh? Since when do I use alarm clox?" Round 3 of dreams It was 1:30 P M and was now 8:30 A M in the dream. I was going to a 9 A M class. I overheard C M and Jesse talking about big book. First I passed by, then stopped and said, yeah, I heard that, too. I questioned if I should interject that into their conversation, But decided, that yes, I should. J was my sponsor. (I also wrote fuzzy wuzzy was a bear in my dream journal, was that from a dream, or just a note to self?) I needed my giraffe pillow. I got it and then went hyperspeed up stairs. There was this slanted funny side walk kind of warped. I was driving down it trying to park. I was looking for the ramp to drive down. It was slanted diagonally but hard to put into words. So I was confused about how to drive down it. A red truck was parked horizontal in a few spaces. Or a mini van. There didn't seem to be any room for my car. I felt it symbolized something in my waking life where there was no room for me in a group I was trying to attend. Round 4 of Dreams. Blue Tray of Gasoline. It didn't smell bad. It was in my room and bathroom. Like a yellow oil. Program speaker. M was the host and spoke a little after the speaker about honesty or being sick. People on gameboys and anemic looking people were in the back row. They had freckles and were kind of blood shot. Pale skinned. I don't know if that is the correct usage of anemic but thats the word that came to mind when I saw In another part I was running from someone who was considered to be the head mistress. I tried to teleport away with my phone as the teleportation device. Instead of teleporting us, it made is invisible. My friend and I. I felt a lot of fear, and didn't want to get caught. So it was kind of a panicking moment. My friend had a phone out and I thought, "That's a special kind of phone! We can use it to escape!" Then we used it to escape. Then I saw a hologram of 2 girls walking. I felt more lucid then. I was trying to stabilize the dream. Then I was up again, and laying there. Then I saw a smiley face. Then I woke up. I set an intention to have an L D in round 3 of dreams but had it this time. Still, very cool. One of my early ones.
So, last night I dreamed that I was a major player in an extended, intense (and successful) lobbying and legislative effort to save the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, while living in a house where a longtime friend (not sure who) was staying over (I think he had a cot set up in the living room) and dealing with a kitten that insisted on taking EVERYTHING out of the bathroom trashcan, playing in it and strewing it around the house. I have no idea what any of this means.
It was my mom's birthday, and everyone was invited to the cottage. I was hanging with some old staff from work and watching the ceremonies when I found a table sponsored by Lindor. I ate like 50 chocolate bars, then flew to my room to stash the rest. So good.
Morning of October 6, 2017. Friday. Something has happened to my physical form, but possibly only as I am “sleeping”. I think of myself as a paragraph of writing, in the form of a hazy cloud of about four feet long, hovering a few inches above our bed. Being a paragraph incarnate makes me feel somewhat vulnerable. I am aware of Zsuzsanna sleeping om my left, but my viewpoint is curiously from somewhere in the center of our bed at times. Other than being only a hazy cluster of “words” hovering a short distance above our bed, there is a perception of having an additional “shell” at times, or some sort of armor, but which comes and goes. There is no viable perception of having a physical body. I vaguely remember an affirmation (“I am of the healing powers of Universal Mind”) but I do not fully grasp or sustain it. I turn in my “sleep”. It is like a twisting that “rolls” from “head” to “foot” when I do. It occurs about four times. I am aware that having transformed into the form of a paragraph relates to my illness (food poisoning). I only feel slightly ill in the dream state. Before I am fully awake, I start to realize aspects of this abstract dream’s source. It is quite old and it has been years since this memory was more present. Years ago, in an animated version (shown on television a few times) of “A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court”, there was a scene where a boy informed the main character that he was a page. The Connecticut Yankee responded by saying something like “A page? You’re no more than a paragraph.” Additionally, having the “armor” around my cloudy form relates to the (King Arthur) knight association with the story. The perceived “suit of armor” is obviously a biological symbol of wishing to be protected from the norovirus. The rest, including “being a paragraph”, is incidental to this association with the Mark Twain story, which I had not thought about for a long time. Since early childhood, my non-lucid dreams, other than prescient or precognitive threads, have often resolved themselves in meaning in a form of light hypnopompic thinking (as well as reveal source patterns that created my dream in the first place), which is often carried directly into conscious afterthought (although this process is occasionally “replaced” by a false awakening where I am writing down my dream or talking about it with someone else). In a way, this has always been like having two dreams in succession, the original dream (often surreal or at least unusual and illogical) and the decoding of its meaning while waking or in a different (much lighter) level of unconsciousness. (It was not until I was about seventeen years old that I started to come to terms with the fact that most people were apparently not like this.)
In my dream, I was watching an imitation marching band at school. A FULL ASSEMBLY WAS HELD IN THE WEIGHT ROOM FOR THESE SCUMBAGS. Eventually, they weren't even pretending to be in a marching band. They were just doing backflips and cartwheels off of the walls. It then cut to another part where someone installed a guitar hero song into one of the halls at school. It was poorly designed, and only had green. By that, I mean that all the notes were green and there were like 12 notes. All of the tails on the notes stuck up like spikes and I remember it was really hard to play. It then cut back to when we were leaving the assembly. Me, someone else, and V were in this blue room with a ramp that goes up to a higher level in the middle. I said something, and then the other person threatened to punch me. I then looked at V, who did something bad in the dream, and said to myself "if he does that to me, he's out of my house"
Now that I’m back to my own schedule, I’m dreaming a lot more and actually remembering them. I missed that so much. I woke up too many times throughout the night, so I mostly have snippets. I was a sea creature in one of them, swimming through the water at great speeds. I find a small squid like animal trapped in a net. I become myself again, and I pinch off the head of the squid to eat it, similar to a crawfish. But then the squid is a small woman. I pinch off her face and she then resembles an old woman. I pinch that off and she’s left with just her skull. I then feel sad for her and put the layers of her face back on (even though I had eaten them lol, they were in my hand again. In another dream, I was driving home and saw the smashed shell of a very large turtle on the tracks. His head was all that remained and I thought about stopping to put him out of his misery. In yet another dream, I was talking to someone about death or danger. I think I said I didn’t want to be caught unaware, that I wanted to know ahead of time so I could react. Then I see an ocean of water coming down on us. We were in a room. I looked at a teen boy and told him to keep it together; to take a deep breath and follow me as we squeezed out a doorway. He glanced back, as the three of us walked hand in hand through the door and he he saw a teddy bear in a sink. Turns out, the teddy bear was actually a baby he had been left to look after as we fled. I knew she must be dead, but we went back to search for her anyhow. A man cried that we must find her. We found a flipflop and there was some side bit about someone working machinery but we found her. She was alive but I knew she’d have impairments. There were many other dreams and snippets but I’ve forgotten them as I wrote this... except for men quickly spinning in circles (a sort of stress release in my dreams, though it’s typically me spinning) The water in my dreams came from 1) a Facebook conversation about a starfish out of water and 2) a show I’ve been watching that takes place in the Keys and has a lot of ocean and snorkeling scenes. The removal of the woman’s face hints at a removal of “masks” that a person wears and is very curious to me. Ah yes, I also dreamed of snakes. Huge python type snakes. One crawled on a man and bit him. A boy was hunting them but in trouble. I also dreamed of the Kingdom Hall; of cleaning it with a group and looking for some milk for Artie (a man). Okay, that’s it I think lol
Hey dream journal, old friend. I was in my old neighborhood, walking up to my old house. I had left some of my clothes and things there and asked the male owner if he would let me in. He agreed. I went to my room and there was so much stuff left behind, I didn't know how I would get to it all. But then I noticed beneath me was the wife of the new house owner, and she was dead and curled up in some floorboards. She had killed their daughter. Then, the scene changed. She was alive, but deeply regretting her life. We(this is when I sort of "became" her) were on a tall tower in the heart of the city of Mke. We were trying to run up to the top to jump off, tears streaming down our face. That's when T showed up. I don't remember if she said anything, but she disappeared and that's when I closed my eyes, still sobbing, and begged her to come back, "please, please, T, I need you." I'm wondering if dreaming of leaving things at my old house has something to do with missing my past and the neighborhood I grew up in. Like, a part of me still lives there. As for the rest of the dream, I have no idea.
Fell asleep at: 11:30 PM Woke up at: 7:00 AM Perceived dream time: A few minutes/A night Dream:[/U] I'm in my bedroom with about 3-4 other people at night. They're all huddled up against the window, talking frantically amongst themselves about an alligator in the backyard. I look out the window to find a slightly cartoonish looking alligator just...sitting there. It does not move one bit. To the left I spot a huge freaking Alligator Snapping Turtle. It is jagged and monstrous in appearance, and towers over the alligator in terms of pure height. To IT'S left I find a large Northern Spotted Owl with scarlet red eyes. Turns out these guys exist! Now I am never going outside ever again. Immediately I hide under the covers of my own bed, hoping that by morning all three monsters would disappear at the turn of the morning. I hopped into my bed, closed my eyes for 3 seconds, and the morning came faster than the Roadrunner. The dream ended shortly after. NOTES 1. This was the first dream I had that incorporated a "Time Skip" to some extent.
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2017, 10-05 The Dark Tower – Hold On to Me, Odetta I am on a beach and it is near dark. I look around to see where I might be and I see that I am not alone here. I see three people not far away. Two men and a woman in a wheelchair. I wouldn’t have had to look to notice the woman, however, she is screaming expletives at the top of her lungs and laughing in a wild cackle. I recognize the two men when I get a little closer, it’s Roland and Eddy from the Dark Tower series. Both of them look exhausted. There is a black woman in the wheelchair, so that must be Odetta Holmes / Detta Walker… and I can immediately tell which one is in control right now. Not the lady, but the bitch. As I walk closer Roland spots me first, then Eddy, but I am quite a bit closer before Detta notices me. When she sees me she goes silent for a brief moment, then loudly announces that Roland and Eddy won’t have to suck each other’s little white candles anymore, now there’s a honky bitch here to do that for them… of course unless they prefer each other… She says she’s sure I’ll spread my legs for them! I ignore Detta completely as she continues ranting and raving, cackling at her own bad jokes. I have a mission here, and I go over towards Eddy. I’ve forgotten that this Eddy has never met me before, so to him I’m a stranger. Roland introduces us. I tell Roland and Eddy that I have a technique that will help them deal with Detta more easily. Upon hearing her name Detta falls silent and then starts telling us not to be talking about her, so now the honky bitch wants in on the fun? I still ignore her and move a bit farther away. I tell Eddy that I know he’s already in love with Odetta Holmes, and that will help a lot. I tell him I don’t have a lot of time here, but if he will let me sort of merge with him I can show him how he can reliably cause Detta Walker to back off and Odetta Holmes to come forward at any time he needs to. He seems hesitant, so I say it works the same as when Roland was in his head. He seems hesitant still, he asks if Odetta will really come back… I say she will. He finally agrees. I wonder how I’m going to manage this fusion with Eddy, but it works easily. I become transparent and just step into him. As one, we walk over to Detta. She’s acting scared, telling us to keep our honky hoodoo away from her. I have a song to use, My Last Breath by Evanescence, so I ignore Detta’s ranting and use it through Eddy. “Hold on to me, love. You know I can't stay long. All I wanted to say was, I love you and I'm not afraid.” Detta says she doesn’t want to be serenaded by no honky mofo bitch! I continue. “Can you hear me? Can you feel me in your heart? Holding my last breath, safe inside myself, are all my thoughts of you. Sweet rapture of light, it ends here tonight. Amidst the winter, a world of precious things.” Detta tries again to interrupt, she says she broke the blue for-special plate and it’s gone forever. I ignore that. “Look for me in the white forest, hiding in a hollow tree (come find me).” Detta says she’s going to hunt us down and we’d better stay in that tree or else… she trails off and rubs her head, her eyes are watering or she’s crying. “I know you hear me, I can see it in your tears. Closing your eyes to disappear, you pray your dreams won’t leave you here. But now you wake and know the truth, I’m still here…” By this point I can see Odetta coming out, it’s time for Detta to go to sleep until at a later time she can be reintegrated with Odetta and the woman can be whole at last. “Say goodnight, don't be afraid. Only together we can face the night. (Say goodnight) Holding my last breath, (Don't be afraid) safe inside myself. (Calling you, calling you) Are all my thoughts of you. Sweet rapture of light, it ends here tonight.” As I / Eddy finish the last notes of the song I see that Detta / Odetta is looking confused, like she’s not sure how she even came to be here. Detta Walker has gone to sleep, Odetta Holmes has taken control. I tell Eddy that he only needs to use the song again if Detta comes back. It won’t do any harm to Detta, for she is merely another aspect of Odetta and the two must eventually become one if this woman is to survive and be healthy. Just remember the song and Detta Walker will not be able to cause any more trouble. Before I can figure out how to separate from Eddy I wake up.
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