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Hardly sensing Jamie at all in these dreams. I miss last February when it was multiple dreams per night.

Jamie 1

I was with Jamie in a fortnite game... Ugh. Just remember us by a bridge and talking.

Jamie 2

Just remember Jamie hanging with me and my brother? Not sure. We were walking through some woods and I saw shape of smoke in the form of an old lady. It was just frozen there. We went into a cave or something to retrieve something. When we got out. The smoke form was still there. It actually changed into an old lady who looked like a witch. We all got startled and ran. The man argued with me saying the old woman wasn't there before we entered the cave. I said I clearly saw her smoke shape before we entered.

Fromville

I was in a giant house with the Donna character in the From show. I was exploring a basement which was huge. It was like another in the basement. I go through many rooms and hallways. Donna enters through a hidden door. I comment on how big the basement is. She says, Yes that the upstairs is gigantic as well. There's so much there that Dale has never been downstairs.

What

Another dream where I break into someone's house that is a previous customer of my dad's. They don't seem to mind however. I see they have a piano, but the woman went with another piano tuner.

I've been doing 1-2 piano's a month now. Wish it was several a week.

I hope the Jamie dreams increase.

I’m staying in a house with a group of people. It’s late at night, and the host tells me a person we’re all here to meet will be here at 5am, which isn’t far off. I get ready - or try to, anyway. I can’t find the clothing I’m looking for. The clothing I brought along seems to have gotten mixed up with everyone else’s clothing and piled indiscriminately on the floor. Eventually, I stop trying to find the specific shirt I had in mind and just look for something that will work, but nothing seems right. In the meantime, it seems that everyone else has gone out already to meet the person we’re waiting for.

Then, out the window, I see a commotion outside, and people running - something is happening out there, something unexpected and possibly dangerous. I decide to go down to the basement, where I won’t be visible to anyone out there, but someone is already inside the house. He’s an Asian man, maybe in his 40s, wearing a martial arts uniform - white, I think. He heads for me, and I prepare to meet him.

As soon as we make physical contact, though, I can tell I don’t have a chance. I can feel it in his hands. I know enough myself to be sure I’m dealing with someone who’s achieved complete mastery. I stop and back off. Naturally, he can also tell where the situation stands and feel that I’ve sensed this. He smiles and beckons me to keep going, as if we were just sparring. But while he doesn’t actually seem aggressive, as if he’d hurt me just because he could, under the circumstances, I still don’t trust him enough to want to use force on him that I know he’d be able to turn back against me more effectively.

“I’m a musician,” I say. There is no point getting in a useless fight that could result in getting my hands messed up. I repeat it to make sure he understands, as I have the impression that English probably isn’t his first language.

But something is happening outside requiring his attention, and he leaves me to go deal with that, so I take the chance to go down to the basement.

27.10.24


A group of people are standing in a room. I’m identified with a young woman there, but seeing things play out in 3rd person. They seem to be an extended family with an upper-class vibe, in a large, old-fashioned house, and everybody is wearing elaborate clothing reminiscent of Japanese traditional dress. I can’t remember what the conversation taking place there was about, but it was fraught and unpleasant.

In the next scene, I’m experiencing things in 1st person as the woman. I’m in the kitchen as the back door opens, and in walks the ghost of Madame Mambeau, muttering to herself in French. There is nothing particularly ghostly-looking about her, but I recognize her clearly from stories others have told, from when she was alive. She’s a short, sturdily built middle-age woman with wild grey hair, and wearing a black T-shirt and shorts. She’s closely followed by a man who seems to be some kind of attendant. He’s very tall and fat, with thinning hair pulled back in a short ponytail. They ignore us completely - my father is in the room as well - and walk past us to the table in the dining area, where the man proceeds to serve up the contents of the compost bowl for the two of them.

I watch as they eat - at first in horror, but it is already starting to turn into curiosity. My father also stands and watches. My brothers’ voices and the sounds of Super Mario Bros drift in from a neighboring room. I’m sure this situation represents some kind of calamity that has befallen us, but at the same time, the damage is already done, and there’s probably no further harm in playing host to the two of them and seeing what will happen next. Knowing my father, I’m sure it won’t be long before curiosity gets the better of him too.

5.11.24


In a city, probably in the afternoon. I’ve arrived with a group of people onto a bustling street where a lot of preparations seem to be taking place. We enter a building - it mostly seems to be row houses here - and enter a large, undifferentiated space with a raised area like a stage in back. While they get things ready, I go out to explore the city.

I’ve been here before, maybe just once, to go to a restaurant with others. I recognize it as I walk past it on a nearby street. This seems to be a hilly, well-kept area with a view of the sea, but oddly deserted other than the street from the beginning. At some point, though, I realize I need to be getting back, and I have no idea where I am. I stop in the middle of a broad stone staircase to get my phone out and pull up a map. But nearby, I can hear a police officer telling somebody else on the other end of a walky-talky that I’m here, as I guess this counts as loitering. Yeah, I don’t want to draw too much attention to myself, so I just move on.

But it turns out I was just around the corner from the street I started out on anyway. A couple of the people from before are standing just inside the doorway and beckon me to come in. They close the door behind us. It looks like everything is ready to start now: people are sitting on the floor, with someone standing in the middle about to speak to them. I sit down as well.

A lot happened after that, but I don’t remember much of the details, except that at one point, the dream’s entire visual field is white and filled with colorful geometric shapes reminiscent of confetti moving past. I’m not present in the scene, but am aware of my right hand near the arrow keys of a keyboard, which I can use to have some control of the sequence of events I’m in the middle of, which is part of what the people from before have prepared.

20.11.24


Some other people and I have moved into a house in the fairly recent past. From an upper story balcony overlooking the city street below, I watch as a group of people sets up what appears to be a spontaneous picnic on the roof of their car. Then NS drives up and parks behind them. I call down to her. She was taking the household laundry out to be cleaned and has been gone an unexpectedly long time. She tells me there was an unfortunate incident involving a robin right as she was exiting the laundromat. “I hope it wasn’t my laundry,” I say. She says it wasn’t.

In what was probably a distinct dream later in the night, I’m in a school. I’m in the office, waiting for one of my students to arrive. It seems he accidentally left on the bus when school ended but soon realized his mistake and is on his way back.

When he arrives, he immediately runs off to where the others are. I start to follow. A woman is standing nearby - someone who seems to be a well-known figure in some way. There’s a whole lot of unspoken subtext as we exchange glances. Aren’t you going to ask me, the way so many people do? No? Well, this is interesting enough to where I’m just going to tell you anyway.

She says that I have a fire inside of me, and that it needs to be concentrated and refined before I can bring it out into the world.

I wake up.

(After thinking the dream over, I remembered that I’d been looking through the first couple lucid dreams included in the appendix of Charlie Morley’s Dreams of Awakening a couple days previously, and one of those had probably inspired the turn this one took. That dream was also set in an office, although a different kind of office. The woman is a representative of my subconscious mind, like the figure he summoned once he’d remembered what he’d planned to do in the dream. That explains some of those otherwise puzzling details.)

26.11.24

Recall still not as good.

Lucid

I was walking around somewhere Became lucid randomly. Started flying by pawing through the air. After getting some height I noticed I was in a big city. I flew a ways intending to find Jamie. I immediately came to a park by a beach. I noticed people were on the tops of some trees. I flew down to one and there was a ginger girl about 6 or 7 sitting on top of the tree. I asked her if she had seen Jamie? (I used her full name) The girl said she did and pointed by some muddy cliffs near the sea. I noticed that the girl was caked in dirt. I asked her why she was so dirty? She said because there were pigs running around earlier.

I flew towards the cliff. A mound of mud on the top of the cliff started moving. I was expecting one of the pigs to emerge, but instead, a gigantic crab emerged instead. I landed on the base of the cliff where some women were wandering.

My feet sunk into the mud but I could walk easy. A woman with brown hair tied back came out of a door that was in the face of the cliff. She seemed to be serving an invisible table with invisible plates.

"Jamie?". I called her. She grabbed something from a shelf in the cliff face, again invisible, and seemed to put something on a nonexistent table. Her hands reaching into flowing mud and taking her hands out again. "Jamie?" I called.

She still seemed to not hear me. "Jame?" I said her name, not pronouncing the "ee". More like: Jane but with an "M" instead. At this she stopped. She moved her eyes toward me nervously and then continued with her motions.

Okay, I guess she doesn't like her name being pronounced that way. A taller woman emerged from another door from the cliff face. I began walking past the women. As the taller woman got closer she seemed to be taller and taller. As she passed me she said in a slightly condescending "cute," voice, " Oh, wow! You're knee height!" I noticed I was indeed the height of her knees when I woke up.

The Jamie voice said she didn't like the way that girl talked to me.

Last 2 nights, I can't recall anything concrete. I felt Jamie was with me in many dreams. I can only recall that we had dreams of watching many scenes together and we were commenting and laughing at the scenes.

Did she watch the season 3 finale of: From yet? It was a crazy finale. Unfortunately we can't watch the next season until 2026.

So I had this bad dream last night. There were five people in the dream. Me, Dad and my sister were visiting someone(5th). (There was a 4th person who was not Mom but was also a visiting person and they're in the car as well). I was going to get back int the car. I was going to get into a different seat but for some reason I couldn't so I closed that door, and I opened up another car door. But before I could get into the car Dad is driving off.--so I'm like holding on for dear life yelling at Dad and sister to "STOP THE CAR I"M NOT IN THE CAR YET" and the two in the front (Dad/Sis) are telling me to *shut up" and "put my seatbelt on" not realizing I am NOT in the car to even be able to put a seatbelt on. I think Dad says that "If I don't stop Complaing I can walk home or find my own way home"

I think we're like driving for 20-30mins in the dream with that "conversation" happening over and over again until I had to wake up because the bathroom was calling me.

Most of my nightly explorations involve finding secret ways through rock, water, or tangled wood. Always on the search for a someplace that my dream self longs for but can not recall up on waking.
Or storms that surge over the world in wave after rampaging wave... and as the storm passes the world is awash in golden hour and/or glimmering rainbows.
I've not known lucidity recently.
I hope you all are faring better.

Hardly any recall due to some stress, and dealing with my Dad... I was watching some tiktok videos and got the usual,"narcissist." Analysis videos. I asked the Jamie voice if she thinks I'm one of those... She said, "No, Were both just very broken people."

Fight

I was in a Cobra Kai setting ( Yes, I binge watched the entire mid season in two days.) I can't remember much but I think me and Jamie were in a big Karate tournament.

Crazy

First I was visiting some weird lady's house. You were supposed to acknowledge her in a friendly way every time you saw her. I was carrying a plant from the living room to an outside porch. She walked by . I hesitated and smiled at her. She smiled back.

Later I was with my aunt watching TV. Then I was alone with the TV and the TV started smoking. I got up to put it out. Then a light fixture started smoking. I went near it and the smoke was gone.

One morning when I woke up. The Jesus voice said my old Christian friend from JH was close to death.

Jenny

A brief dream where I was with Jenny. I was helping her and her kids move.


The next day I monitored Facebook, since Jenny is a frequent poster. She had a long status about having to move to a new house. And, that she's on disability for a disease and a urinary tract infection.. and other things. I got to praying for her that night. And, to top it off.. the next day I was watching a Christian creator on tiktok. And he was saying how he had this sudden urge to pray over someone's health. He later found out from her husband that she was in the hospital during the exact time he was praying.... Crazy coincidences...

The weather here is bad lately. I'm thinking Jamie might not drive to see me. If the roads are bad. My advice is to always be safe.

Lucid?

Became lucid somewhere. Started floating up. I can't remember what happened before or after.

Exit

Was in a very large building. I was trying to leave. I found a hallway that felt familiar. I wound up in a very large movie theater or something with large steps. Reminded me of some backrooms stuff.

Jamie 1


Just her in bed with me giving me a hug.

Jamie 2

Jamie was working behind a bar. Some guy was getting too flirty with her. She said, " I already have a boyfriend, His name is (my first and last name."

I personally can't say shit to friends or family about Jamie. Last time that happened, a friend told her something and I'm pretty sure it was in a bad light. People said I was too obsessed. By now Jamie knows I have similar emotional problems as her. And when we crush on someone.. it's always crazy and intense. The double standard though. She can socially get away with it as far as driving by my house every now and then. If I did that to a crush I'd probably wind up in jail. Facts.

I am standing on a balcony viewing a street. The architecture-style is that of a suburb in Spain, with a slight touch of modernism. I see only Chinese people walking down this road. Suddenly, there is a commotion. A person is being attacked by what looks like an elephant. This, whilst the people around keep walking in one direction without seeming bothered by the situation. The attacked person ends up in a pile of gore and blood. The elephant disappears. Then, a person starts running around stabbing some people. More blood on the street. The people keep walking. Someone draws a knife and slits his own throat. As time went on, more and more deaths occurred in various ways. The street is now unrecognisable - the people walking are submerged in a river of blood and gore to their chests. There is a person mutilating the body of a dead woman. Yet, despite all this, they continue to walk.
I wake up.

Me and someone else were on a ship of some sort, or at least that's what it seemed like. Outside of the windows, it was pitch black nothingness and inside it was a postmodern apartment. Me and this other person were on a date and he seemed really hesitant and flat out denied an opportunity to meet his dad, an older Jewish/Italian man who was quite eccentric. He'd laugh to himself about something and then refuse to tell us what was so funny, but eventually I started to notice things disappearing, such as a lot of the apartment save for a bedroom and a narrow corner hallway that leads out of it, and I got really terrified. Eventually it got urgent for me and I asked him once more as my date looked at us from across the room. His father said "fine! You wanna know what's so funny? Here's what's so funny," grabbed my shoulders, looked me in the eyes and said "love is a bug!!!" And despite his apparent madness I could tell he was more right than anyone could possibly be. All I could do was laugh hysterically as my date said "he's being deleted right now. Don't take him too seriously". I watched him laugh to himself and melt and after a while so did me and my date. The last thing I saw was the ceiling as I imagined a meme of this scenario. The last thing I felt was my date's ooze against mine, and once I closed my eyes I felt my body dematerialize into the void it came from.

So in the dream, my mom had previously had a heart attack; me and the rest of my close family went to the hospital with her, and she ended up surviving. Later on she held a speech about something in front of a large crowd of people, I don't know what the speech was about. While holding the speech, she was shot straight through the heart; for some reason this wasn't instantly lethal and she was again taken to the hospital. She was told that she she only had a few months to live. She could leave the hospital and wasn't confined to any machines, but it was like cancer where you just suddenly die towards the end.

*What I wrote above was past memories in the dream and my dream kind of starts here*: Me and my extended family were at my grandparents house, it was a family gathering that was rather common. The mood was pretty depressing as everyone knew my mom only had a few months to live, so we tried to enjoy her company before she died. We tried not to mention her limited lifespan.

I left to go on a walk alone, as I needed to gather my thoughts. The area I was walking in was a wild grass-plain area with an abandoned bunker near it. It was a very calm and peaceful area that was easy to walk in. Suddenly my mom showed up out of nowhere, and I was pleasantly surprised to see her. She smiled and gave off a certain warmth that I can't describe.
We then started walking together while talking, it was very casual and it felt nice, but something seemed off. I forgot what we were talking about but I eventually realised it wasn't my mom, but someone disguised as her. Not with like a clothing/mask disguise, but like a transformation disguise. Suddenly the thing pretending to be my mom morphed and revealed itself to be the devil. He started tormenting me with everything that's wrong with me and taunted me with how my mom was going to die and that I would never see her again.
Then I woke up.

Two nights in a row and not much on Jamie. I had some interesting happenings with her head voice. One night she asked why I ran away in the parking lot. I remembered and I split on it for a few minutes. The answer I gave was 1. She stood me up. 2. She said something really mean. After I calmed down I heard The Jesus voice said it was time for us to leave the past in the past.

Had some HH of some one playing the piano. It was the first part of Rachmaninov's 3rd piano Concerto, Ossia Cadenza https://youtu.be/Bhj7hunyVjw?si=ak4Yh0PkYGJ0EAXR

Had something like HH flashes but not dream like at all. First was me and Jamie making love, her on top. Second was I was in a room. Night time and no lights except for the glow of a TV. Jamie was on the other end of the couch, staring at me like a zombie. Her eyes glowed from the TV reflection. Che opened her mouth wide with a blank stare and bugs began crawling out of her mouth...

The Jamie voice asked what that was. We talked and apparently she saw the same thing... But it was me all zombied out.

Jamie

Just a flash of me driving a beat up brown, minivan. Jamie got inside and she looked really happy to see me all smiling. Good.

House

I was wandering through a very large house with tons of people living inside it. In some sections the people were dangerous. The house was so big it was like a small city...

12th

Great Gathering
Thousands of fringe, feather, soft quilled leather, greet a great gathering. Entry is by bridge or by beam. Cameras can not cross. I wait... then booms thunderous hell. Room by room the gathering explodes. Screams. Smoke. Suffering. As if possessed, leap the stream. Scale the wall. Attempt rescue from above... too late. Drop from roof to roof. "I've found the man of my dreams..." a song croons over the chaos. Drop once more. Feet find concrete. Rise. "Dr. Lecter," I whisper politely to he, standing. He nods. I turn, run, but am undone by a heap of wilted, limp carrots. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh till it stings. Through destruction, death, and love struck things.

Blind and Dumb
World is blue and moonless. She is lost in the shadow of a mouse. Where is her savior when prayers are blinded silent screams? God is blind, deaf, and dumb it seems.

Night and Nephew
River, a slip of smoked glass. Hills, waves of moon kissed blooms. Fields, ribs and rows laid bare and bold. Trees, bent ent-like things a-slumber under quilts of stars. Tread slow. Tread light. Don't break the beauty of this night. Then hisses bus. Nephew weeps. He is cast out from the ride. We two alone start the long walk home. The world is insomniac screams.

13

A Muse
Film festival lacks festivity. All rejoice it's jolting end. Surge out of the shell and into a limbo hell where busses are shut and un-numbered. Trapped? In a way. But out of the way we find secret slender trails. The refused find their muse in the body of she, bloomed.

I rode my bike to this hotel that was nearby to sit and do homework. The hotel was located near a beach. The hotel building itself wasn't too eye-catching but the surroundings expressed a sense of Nordic summer beauty. Behind the hotel was a forest with flourishing wild nature, and in front of the hotel was a large area filled with chairs and grey parasols. The weather was warm but not too hot, as it was kept in balance by the occasional chilly wind. The sun was shining with no clouds in the sky and the atmosphere was generally very comfortable. The hotel was very lively, with people walking around and some just relaxing in the chairs or at the beach.

Most days I would go to the hotel to do homework and go back home to my student accommodation at the end of the day. But today I was at the hotel with the rest of my family to participate in some weird beach activity where we would ride dolphins. It almost ended with some of us getting eaten by sharks though.

Later that same day, a little girl was sitting under a parasol with her grandma and they offered me a sandwich that was wrapped in white wrapping paper. I accepted it but didn't eat it immediately, and eventually forgot about it.
I went back to my student accommodation and arrived at the hotel the next day. The atmosphere felt very ominous. The sky was light grey, it was slightly chilly and only a few people were at the hotel, besides that there were a bunch of policemen and an ambulance with medics standing around someone. I walked closer to see what was going on. I saw the drowned and semi-rotten corpses of the grandma and little girl who had given me that sandwich the other day. Their skin had a slight green tint to them, like they were moulding from the inside. Their skin was also torn with some visible flesh. It would be fairly unpleasant to see, but it didn't bother me much and I just went home with my family who were still there for some reason. Everything hotel-related took place outside, I never entered the hotel.

So we got home and I went to the kitchen and closed the door behind me. I turned forward to see the little girl's and grandma's rotten corpses sitting while laying over the kitchen table. My heart sank, I felt intensely sick and scared. I tried calling for my parents but the words couldn't leave my mouth. I was stuttering too much and couldn't raise my voice at all. I then noticed the sandwich they gave me lying on the table. I slowly walked over to the table and slightly touched it.
As soon as I touched it, the corpses start impulsively shaking, like they were getting electrocuted. The sudden movement shocked me. As they continued shaking I saw the grandmas eyes start to move, and she locks eyes with me. It was like a scene out of a horror movie. I was terrified and ran to the living room.

When I got to the living room I saw my mom standing there, she was slightly leaning forward while holding her face with her palms, groaning. I noticed she was rapidly rotting and drying up, I also saw my sister in another room experiencing the same thing. I quickly ran to my little brothers room to see a completely shrivelled up and rotten corpse. He was dead. My whole family was dead. I then for some reason knew the grandma was gonna come to kill me. The fear of getting hunted down mixed with the overwhelming grief I felt in my heart was so unbearable that i quickly grabbed a knife and stabbed myself in the stomach to end the suffering.
Then I woke up.

Please comment your thoughts!

So I had this dream where me and my sister would try to kill eachother every single day. We would try to do sneak attacks and such, kinda like assassins. We would use knives, pencils, screwdrivers, or whatever we could find to kill the other person.
It always ended with one of us dying and waking up the next morning like nothing had happened. It was kinda like groundhog day, but instead of repeating the same day we just woke up the next morning.
As days passed I mostly won the exhanges because I was physically stronger, even if it was always close. I previously remember getting shot and instantly killed in the past, which I thought was a lucky and painless way to die.

My sister was a total psychopath. She was sardistic and maniacal, and she became more insane as she continued to get killed in intensely painful ways every single day. She reminded me a lot like "Azula" from "Avatar: The Last Airbender". I didn't really want to kill her, but I had to as a form of self defence. One day she was laying on top of me as she tried stabbing my eyes out with a pencil, but I ended up getting the upper hand and slowly pushed the pencil through her eye and into her brain, killing her in a slow and agonizing way. I can still clearly remember the hideous and awful screams from the different times she got killed.
I was completely willing to stop fighting with her, but she was far past the point of no return. I could tell she desperately wanted to hurt me and was willing to continue trying to murder me.
We also both had these top assassin friends who understood what was going on. I tried telling our parents what was happening but for some reason they never really understood properly.

It might sound cool but it was absolutely horrifying. I was terrified of getting killed because of the pain, and what scared me the most was the knowledge that one day she would overpower me, and when she did she would most likely torture the shit out of me.

**Authers note: I got all my dreams written down in a very vague note-form that I write as soon as I wake up. Usually as I read the notes and write the dream out formally, I remember a bunch of small details that I add. But this dream is from over 2 years ago and I wrote it out formally today so I might have forgotten some parts of the dream. I think this is my oldest interesting dream and I would love to hear peoples thoughts on it**

Please comment your thoughts!

Still only recalling Jamie every other night. This is getting frustrated.

Lol

Had a flash of seeing some lady who makes food on tiktok.

The Jamie voice asked who it was in a jealous tone. I tried explaining it was someone on tiktok. She does make a sick mac n cheese: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMhs8YxTN/ expensive to make. But worth it if you follow directions exactly!

Jamie

I was in something like a Sears or a Wal Mart. Some lady with brown hair started talking to me(Jamie). She said something like, " I really like coming to see you. I'm coming to see you again soon."

I didn't recognize her as Jamie and I left the woman to go to a place where I thought Jamie was. I found a younger but fake Jamie. She led me to a room where some guy was. She undressed and they started having sex in front of me. I got pissed off and left.

I think Jamie was trying to confirm to me that she does indeed drive to see me. I just pray she stops her car someday, gets out, and runs right into my arms. Actually, I have fond memories of me and her sitting in her car and talking. That's probably a good place to start.



Killshot

I was in some house with some guy. I left and all these people with guns were going to the house to kill the guy. They were all hitmen. I ran back into the house and told the guy but he didn't try to escape. I ran out front and heard a gun go off. A girl was outside with me... Maybe Jamie, not sure.