Dream 1 I was in a strange place where a guy let me ride his back because I didn't want my feet to get wet in the snow. However, when he let me down we ran from a somewhat looney version of an old friend of my brothers. Dream 2 My father kept ushering me to go to the hospital for our appointment. I eventually felt bad for making him wait so long and went. We ended up running into a strange person on the street with a red dusty wooden robot looking partner. He was supposedly a cartoonist on a quest to stop something or someone. We managed to get away from him but than I ended up in the house where a girl was showing me a connection of the fairly odd parents and something else. I told her it was garbage and took a sword wrapped in tin foil. I demonstrated the danger of having the sword than walked away and ended up in a public building that was supposed to be the hospital. Seeing people run I tried to find my dad but ran into a guy with a silver gun. He wanted hostages so he chose me and an old lady. I knew somewhat it was a dream and didn't hurry to get away but near the end it felt real. He asked me why I was young when I said the old lady was older than put the gun on my back. I could feel the cold metal on my skin as he pressed harder, while talking with his partner "genocide jane" and the crowd about their accomplishments. Woke up after that.
2017, 05-12 The Battle at Osgiliath I am in what appears to be a meeting hall, I am near the back of the room. I look around and see it is filled with warriors that appear to be of high rank. I hear someone talking at the front of the room, he is talking about not giving up the outer defenses. I hear mention of the outpost at Osgiliath, and that more soldiers need to go there to defend. A man says they will not be able to hold it long even with reinforcements. I get a bit closer and I recognize one of the men speaking as Faramir, captain of Gondor. I assume that the man he is talking with must be the steward of the lane, Denethor, Faramir’s father. Denethor says Boromir can’t do everything, he is away on an urgent errand, but if any captain remains who will do his lord’s bidding… Faramir says he will go to Osgiliath if Denethor orders it, and Denethor immediately says he does order it. Faramir leaves the hall and I follow him out, I don’t think Denethor even noticed me. Gandalf is out with Faramir now telling him not to throw his life away needlessly, he says Denethor loves Faramir and will remember that before the end. I go over to Faramir and ask if he could use a little extra help, I will offer my skills as a healer and a warrior. He seems hesitant, probably because I am a woman, but finally says he will take any who are willing to come, for they will need all the help they can get at Osgiliath. I follow Faramir out where he gets on a horse, and some other soldiers are also on horses. A Rapidash I recognize as my own Rapidash named Stardust trots over to me. The people around are staring in amazement at Stardust’s flaming mane and tail. I climb up on Stardust and we are ready to go. I tell Faramir that if I go ahead and use a healing spell on the attackers I am sure at least some will break off the attack. He asks if that’s why the company moving through Ithilien was so small, I say yes, many of them turned back. He says to go ahead, then. An enemy who turns away from the fight is worth two who have to be defeated in battle. I ride with Faramir and the others for the trip to Osgiliath because the enemy still hasn’t shown themselves. The waiting when we get to Osgiliath is the hardest, and I am afraid I will wake up before the action even starts. Soon there are armies approaching from the other side of the Anduin River. That’s my signal so I ride right towards the middle of the group while focusing on the song Full Moonlight from the Devil Hunter Yohko soundtrack. The song plays, I am surrounded by light energy that spreads out over the area as I am spinning around, forming into an orb in the sky that looks like a moon shining bright. Light energy is spreading out from that orb, bathing all of the attacking forces in its light. Indeed, some of the enemies start turning back the way they came, but they don’t get far. The Nazgul are following up the attack and immediately strike down anyone who is trying to retreat. This really pisses me off because they are killing all of the enemies I have managed to heal. I focus a blast of light energy from my moon orb right at the Nazgul who are attacking, and it creates an opening for at least some of those who have changed their minds to escape. There are still plenty of enemies attacking, however. And the Nazgul are attacking rather than following after the enemies who have decided to retreat. I leave the moon orb to cast light energy over the battle areas in hope that it might counter the fear effect of the Nazgul. I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and start cutting up the enemies who I was not able to heal. The battle rages on for a while, I have killed many orcs and healed several injured soldiers of Gondor. But there are just so many enemies that before long they are slipping past and our group has to fall back towards Minas Tirith to keep from being surrounded. There are also more soldiers of Gondor injured than I can keep up with healing, so I break off and help escort some of the injured to a place sheltered by large rock formations where I can heal them without being attacked. I heal them but then I am feeling the dream slipping. Faramir has arrived with more injured men and I tell him I’m about to disappear, no time to explain, but I will come back as soon as I can. Everything around me fades to black and I wake up.
Had a lucid dream this morning after doing a mindfulness meditation. I had meditated for an hour before I finally went back to sleep. The sleep paralysis came on in 10 minutes. I didn't lose awareness, I just waited until I could feel my dream body move freely then I got out of my bed. The visuals were weird because I could feel my eyes opening over and over again so I had to wait a little bit more. I was getting anxious because I didn't want to fall fully asleep. The dream world solidified and I made it outside of my house. Found Naomi and we walked down my street. The sky was dark grey and stormy. I reached up into the sky and parted my clouds revealing a beautiful fuschia color. We tried to get to the park but, either I woke up and fell asleep again or I lost lucidity. Must have been the former. That has been a problem. I wake up and fall back into a non-lucid dream.
Morning of May 13, 2017. Saturday. I am sometimes walking, sometimes slowly flying, over an overpass in an unknown region. This of course is typical waking symbolism of the same type I have often had since early childhood but this event includes a subliminal attempt at re-induction. An unknown male is present, but only walking to my right. As I hover near the peak of the overpass, a pickup truck approaches with an unknown male driver. I somehow know that he is in danger. (This is actually pretense, as the “danger” equates to waking from my dream and my temporary current dream self no longer existing, even though I am not actively lucid at any point. There is something about the nature of waking symbolism that the dream self somehow indirectly recognizes, but that is likely because of a thread of subliminal conscious self presence, as it is the conscious self that creates many dream events for the otherwise clueless dream self). As the truck is close to me, I somehow pull the man out and push the truck over the side of the overpass. It rotates as it falls, lands upside-down, and explodes directly under the overpass (though the explosion is of no threat to us). The man is thankful to me, even though I caused the event, yet stopped the waking prompt by doing this (as technically an explosion often serves as a waking prompt, sometimes caused by a real noise in the environment, but this was out of the range of perceived danger). In another scene, my attention shifts to the corruption of government. I am in some sort of large office. There are at least nine unfamiliar people, apparently all corrupt government officials. Still, some of them seem cheerful and not really that threatening. They had been sitting around a large rectangular office table discussing documents from a few different files. An unknown male talks to me from my right as we are standing near one end of the table. A couple other people stand, indulging in conversation between themselves. Soon, an unfamiliar female approaches me. She does not really seem aggressive. She talks about a file and a DVD, and starts to hand them to me. Somehow, her arm automatically jumps up so that the DVD cuts halfway through her neck, killing her. No one seems to notice this event at all. The male continues to cheerfully talk. The “dead” female continues to stand, glowing slightly, then fading to gray, eyes remaining open. There is not a single drop of blood. I am not directly responsible, but this may not had happened had I not been standing there. No one notices. They go about their business.
Morning of May 13, 2017. Saturday. Dream #: 18,408-05. Reading time: 1 min 20 sec. I am in Cubitis where I have not lived since 1978, yet it remains my most common dream setting (yet always different, as no dream setting is ever the same for me more than once). I move the furniture around in my room. I see my bed, a chest of drawers, a desk, a small end table, and some other furniture. I try different arrangements with no memory of physically doing it as it occurs by my mental will. My bed remains a bit easterly of where it last was before moving to Wisconsin in 1978 (adjacent to the west wall, head facing south) although it is a bed and not a drop-down couch that becomes a bed as I had in the last couple years before moving. The last part of my dream is a recurring scene of the most vivid dream situation I have experienced relating to this type. I am in the Cubitis living room late at night, and no one else is around. I am by the east windows that would provide a view of the backyard, but it is usually too dark to see outside in dreams of this nature. As with previous versions, I am aware the jalousie windows are all open. There are a couple of cracked panes, and a few are missing. My sense of touch is enhanced. I feel the sensations and momentum of my imaginary right hand on each cool metal handle as I wind down the jalousie windows to lock them at the middle of the left vertical frame with my left hand. The lock does not pull down all the way or work correctly. I move from left to right (north to south), making sure all the windows are at least mostly down. As is often the case in this situation, I have a concern a cougar had entered the backyard (though it is uncertain as I rarely ever see or hear one) and may get into the house. dream type: subliminal wall mediation
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Hallucinations in the sky. I'm pretty sure this theme was prevalent throughout a few dreams. First impression was of me walking at night with someone through a forest trail at night. I saw a city line in the distance. Then when I looked up in the sky there was a mirage of it in the sky. I pointed this out to my walking companion and agree with me that it was a mirage, but very breathtaking. Next part is I'm walking through the city. A bunch of people are running in panic. Someone says that a Russian satellite armed with Nukes is losing orbit and will soon hit earth. They seem to think that it will set of nuclear explosions and start world war 3. Later when I looked up in the sky I see a very large mirage image of a satellite orbiting earth. it looks way bigger than the moon. This freaks people out even more. I just continue walking and laugh at the whole thing. Next thing I remember is walking in a street at night in toronto. for some reason I get a little scared myself as I pass the panicking people but get over it quickly. Rewind I'm in a kitchen of some house. I have to steal something, but I have to do it carefully. I take the thing of the bar part of the kitchen and find a cubby hole by the sink to hide in. An alarm goes off and I hear a robot go by, it blares an announcement that it is looking for me, and will find me. It goes close by my cubby hole and I am about to be discovered. This scene rewinds and happens again 3 or 4 times. Nothing I can do stops the robot. During one rewind I stay and let the robot see me it a bit. It doesn't recognize me as a threat. Then I hide until it leaves, so That I can leave. Don't wanna be a vampire. I'm in a rocky area at night again. I'm with the night stalker guy who mind controls me to be a vampire or something. We scare a couple people walking around the place. Then we take off flying. I kind of dog paddle through the air a bit, Him and his other freind get too far ahead of me so his effect wears off. I'm suddenly wondering why I'm on the side of evil. Plus I think Vampires are lame and I don't really wanna be one. So I fly back to the people we attacked to see if they are okay. Drive. I'm flying and find a familiar van driving along a road at night. I fly in through the back window, kind of phase through it. I'm in the backseat with a small group of girls that are 3-6 years old. Their faces are dirty and covered in dried snot. They seem to know me and I seem to know them. A girl with light brown hair and a perm hands me a magazine to read. She points to a story she wants me to read. So I read it quietly. I don't realize it at the time but it's a page and a half story about the dreams I just had, but in a more linear sequence. The girl grills with questions based on my reactions to the story. She asks if I really believe in WW3 and that it's soon. I say, no not really. She then asks If I really believe that I'm in telepathic communication with her mom. I point out that I never voiced those thoughts out loud, so, that obviously telepathy is real. Her friends giggle at that. As far as her mom is concerned, it's more like a pics or it didn't happen kind of thing. Until I have solid confirmation while awake which is extremely unlikely or realistic, That these dreams are just something that I'm just going to have to endure for a while. I'm not sure if I say these things or just think them, but the girl has a bit of a sullen look on her face, but fades when she realizes she's home. I follow her into the house but I hang back a bit. I peer sheepishly into the kitchen and see Bjork in a purplish Victorian outfit leaning over the table leafing through mail. Instantly I feel like I couldn't deal with her. I get too nervous so I quietly fly above her not making a sound. The girl goes up to her and starts talking to her. I am above them and the ceiling is high, So I'm not noticed. I fly into a living room area and find a nice big chair. I land on it and fall asleep.
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