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    1. Old friends try to kill me

      by , 02-13-2013 at 04:29 AM
      My dream was staged in an old barn next to a farm house. I was inside the barn with some old friends from years ago, and for whatever reason they felt they needed to kill me. It was a very calm atmosphere, nobody seemed rushed to get the job done or anything. I had the impression that I knew something I wasn't suppose to or something, so they felt I had to go. I said I would cooperate since there was no reason to struggle (I felt I didn't have a chance). I asked them how they were going to do it. There was a square pool in the floor by the wall of the barn and they said I had to jump in and they would hold my head underwater. I was mortified! They couldn't think of a less painful/terrifying way?? I told them I thought that was a terrible idea and they stopped smiling and acting so carefree. I knew they had done this to people in the past and felt that it was an easy way to go. I told them I didn't want to die (I was terrified of being drowned!) and they just said it needed to be done. I tried reasoning with them saying that since I knew what they had done it made me a party to what had happened, so they had no need to kill me...I was just as responsible as they were for not telling anybody about their guilt (I still wasn't sure what they had done, I just didn't want to die). They weren't buying it, so I started crying. I was really getting scared. They started to seem a little hesitant, and my one friend (Emil) had left, so I felt the remaining two wouldn't be able to pull it off (Jon and Chris). I'd always been closer to them, so maybe they would let me go. After a while Jon approached me and told me not to worry. He had thought of something that just might work so they might not have to kill me after all.

      They eventually decided they didn't need to kill me, but I still felt like they might change their mind. I knew I needed to leave the farm but I didn't feel I could leave without my school books. I was now outside of the barn and my books were inside by the pool. I was afraid to go inside and have them change their mind. I saw a girl from my class in her car and almost asked her to go in with me so I'd have a witness and have less of a chance of anything happening, but then I thought that I'd feel really bad if they just ended up killing her too. She drove away before I could ask her.

      At some point my friend Shawn came up to me and said that they had worked it out and they wouldn't kill me if I could give them $400 a week. I told him that was impossible, I don't have that kind of money! He just looked at me disappointed and I felt they were thinking of killing me again. I told him I could give them what I could, but $400 wasn't possible. I knew as soon as I got away I was going to tell someone what was going on out here, and I felt that they were beginning to sense that about me. I kept talking trying to make it sound like I was really going to pay them what I could. He didn't look convinced.

      At some point it was dark and I was in the field around the farm. I knew they were looking for me. I tried to keep low beneath the crops (don't know what kind, but very short) so they wouldn't see me. I saw my friend Kelly's car in the field in front of me, and I knew if I could just get to that I would be ok. I kept running real low and I could hear them behind me. They were telling me to stop and getting closer. When I got to the car I had to unlock it to get inside and I was trembling I was so scared. I finally made it in and locked the doors just as they reached me. I could see their shadows in the darkness surrounding the car. My hands were shaking and I was fumbling with the keys to get away. I heard it turn over but it didn't sound like it caught. I gunned it anyway and the car shot forward. I was afraid they might have guns but they didn't shoot at me. I kept driving as fast as I could, but it was hard to see because Kelly had this huge notebook hanging from her windshield so I couldn't see through it very well. Then I realized that I was in the backseat and she was driving, so it shouldn't matter if I could see anyway, but somehow I knew that it did.

      Suddenly I was at home, but I was my friend Kelly. I was going to call Amy (me) to see what we should do about the whole situation. I knew they would be looking for us and we weren't safe. I called her (me) on the phone and asked if Mandy was there (nobody calls me Mandy, it's Amy). My voice on the other line said to call me Amy and we continued our conversation. We apparently didn't know each other very well yet since she didn't know what to call me, and we were still in high school in my dream. I (Kelly) said that I thought we should tell somebody about what had happened and turn them in. Amy said that she didn't think that we should. She felt that if we didn't say anything it would prove that we didn't plan to and they would eventually realize that we were no risk and stop trying to kill us. I didn't agree with this at all. I didn't know how to convince her that they wouldn't stop until we were dead.

      All I remember after that is being in my old bedroom at my parents old house and wondering what to do. It was a really scary dream. I don't think I've had a dream like that in a pretty long time, and I don't think I've ever had a dream where I ended up being somebody else talking to myself as another person.
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    2. A good night

      by , 01-30-2013 at 04:49 PM
      I don't remember a lot about the dreams I had last night, but I remember the essence of them. I stayed home from work last night to study and went to bed a little early, so last night just seemed to be everything I needed it to be for the moment.

      I went to bed around 11 pm and fell asleep within an hour (pretty quick for me). I woke up a few times during the night and each time I remembered parts of the dreams I was having.

      Most of my dreams were about studying for my test, which is very helpful for today! This has happened in the past, even to the point where I'm reading my notes and they look exactly as they do in real life when I check after waking. When I woke up today I felt refreshed and, while reviewing before class this morning, have found that I know the material much more clearly today

      Another dream that I remember is being sent to a building by my instructor for some sort of interview. It wasn't for a job, it was more for practice and information on the career I was heading for. When I got there, there were two middle aged women behind the counter in the Human Resource department (where I was suppose to go). They asked how they could help me and I told them I was sent for an interview by my instructor. This seemed to cheer them up somehow and they were suddenly eager to talk to me. They had worked in the career that I'm studying for and had enjoyed it. They were teaching in the building we were currently in (apparently it was a school). They asked what I liked/disliked about it and I told them the truth (I don't love it but don't hate it). I sometimes get confused if this is the right career choice for me. I told them that I don't really feel that I want to pursue a career in the field I'm currently studying, but that I want to continue my education to pursue a specific career that involves further study. They seemed excited about my choice and fully supported my decision. They gave me the impression that it would be a good choice for me. I was feeling really good and I knew it was about time to go. They started talking about other matters; one of the students kept parking in one of the teacher's parking spaces and it was becoming a problem. I thanked them for the interview and turned to leave.

      When I woke up this morning, I looked at my alarm clock and the number was just turning to 1 minute before my alarm would go off. I smiled. My dreams seemed to give me everything I needed to help me with the day and then I awake just before my alarm goes off feeling rested and happy. I feel prepared for my test and I feel a little better about the career I'm studying for.

      It was a good night
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    3. Breathing under water

      by , 01-23-2013 at 05:04 PM
      This dream started with me lying in bed. I wasn't sleeping so I got out of bed and tried to walk down the hall. I felt a little dizzy, kind of like when you get up too fast or you're not fully awake yet, so it was difficult to walk at first. I think it was this feeling that made me really look around at the situation. Everything was dimly lit so it had a bluish grey quality, but I could still see well. As I started down the hallway I suddenly knew I was dreaming.

      I was excited at my discovery at first and it felt like it might slip away, so I concentrated on keeping calm. The hallway I was walking down was very wide and made of stairs that gradually went down. The stairs were so wide that I would walk maybe four feet before I would step down the next one. There was a small landing and it turned the other direction still heading down. Since they were so wide, and I knew I was dreaming now, I decided to try to fly down them since it would be faster and more fun. I kind of lifted my feet up and spread out my arms but I only succeeded in floating down closer to the stairs and having to walk again. I remember thinking that I must not really believe I could do it or it would have happened.

      Since I still felt a little fragile (might lose lucidity) I stopped on a landing a little way down and just tried to meditate for a while. I closed my eyes while standing and just concentrated on my breathing for a short while. I always do this with my palms facing forward for some reason but it seems to help. After a few moments I felt more secure in lucidity and moved on.

      Looking around I realized that this area was all outside, which might be why everything seemed dimly lit. I didn't see any specific lights anywhere, but sometimes you can see outside when it's night. It's hard to remember details now (I had this dream around 3:00 am and didn't write it down right away) but I remember a bunch of different platforms and similar stairs. There were many different directions you could go. Off in the distance a short way I saw a pool of water. It was very clear, blue and clean, and it was lit from within so it really stood out in the darkness. I think there may have been some trees around it or something; anyway, it looked very inviting and I wanted to get there.

      I walked down the stairs again in that direction and eventually had to start back up again to get to the pool. I tried to envision each step taking me closer faster and it worked really well again like it did in my last LD. When I finally got to it, the light was out in the pool. Everything was so dark I could barely see in front of me. I laid down and put my hand in the place where I thought the water would be and it felt really warm. I just laid there moving my hand around in the water and wondering if I should get in. I wanted to, but everything had gone dark and I've never really liked getting into water that I can't see the bottom of.
      I decide to go in anyway. I know it's a dream and I had seen how clear and clean it had looked, and I just feel compelled to go into this water.

      Since the water is flush with the ground (an in-ground pool) I kind of just push myself in from my belly. It feels really warm and nice in the pool. I let myself float further down and then turn myself around so I can see the top of the water. The dim light has returned above so I can see the water rippling above me. It looks really pretty. Since it's a dream I know I should be able to breath down here so I try it and it and I can breath fine. I let myself float all the way to the bottom of the pool and just lay there on my back looking up at the top of the water. It feels so nice and quite down here, and everything looks so pretty that I decide to stay awhile. For some reason I get the feeling that someone is looking for me and maybe I should go above, but a deeper feeling knows I should stay. I can hear myself breathing and feel the water supporting my body all around me. Everything is so calm and peaceful and I don't think of anything, I just float there for what seems like a long time.

      After a while I see lights above and know that the person looking for me is above. There seem to be two people, I think it was a guy and a girl. They look down in the water at me and I know they must think I'm dead because I've been down here so long. It's difficult for me not to laugh since I know I can breath just fine. I decide to just lay there and let them think what they will for a moment. One of them jumps in to get me and before they can get any distance I can't help myself from smiling and laughing. They look surprised and stop their decent in the water and just look at me. I just keep laughing and I come up out of the water.

      I think I lose lucidity at this point because I don't remember much more. I remember seeing a jeep that belonged to the girl, it's what they drove up in. There was a windy dirt road that lead up to the pool. It was still night but seemed a little brighter like it might be dawn soon. Otherwise, that's the last thing I remember.
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    4. Otherworldy beings force peace on earth

      by , 01-20-2013 at 05:55 PM
      The first dream I remember is only a small part. I was at a funeral with my husband and everyone was very serious and quiet. They were serving cake and my husband cut a bigger slice for himself because he was excited about eating this cake. He put it on a paper plate and someone warned him to put it on a thicker plate before he picked it up but he didn't listen. As soon as he picked it up it fell off his plate to the floor. I'm not sure why but I thought this was so hilarious that I couldn't stop laughing. I was laughing so hard I was crying, and even though I knew it was inappropriate for the atmosphere, I really couldn't stop laughing! I actually woke myself up because I was laughing slightly in my sleep.

      When I fell back to sleep I had a dream that I was at my dad's farm (my dad has never had a farm, and the man in my dream wasn't anything like my real dad). He lived there alone so I don't know what was suppose to have happened to my mom. Anyway, a large group of friends were there with me for some event (which I can't remember now). I remember it had something to do with my dad because I was looking for him; I knew he had to be somewhere on the property. Somehow I knew he wasn't there, but my dream self kept looking for him anyway. I didn't want to start whatever it was we were doing without him.

      I went to go in the house with two other people to look for him there and the weather shifted. It got really windy, but I don't remember the trees moving or anything. It was hard to open the front door the wind was so strong and we were fighting to get inside. I hoped everyone further in the yard could make it inside too but I didn't see how they would be able to. I wanted to help them but I knew there was nothing I could do.

      We finally made it inside and when we looked out the windows on either side of the house (two sides like East/West or North/South, not sure which) both horizons were red like they were burning with fire. It was dark outside so it was easy to see this fiery red color coming up on either side. We knew it was coming closer and I couldn't think of what could create such a thing, but it was scary to think about. I felt like we were going to die, but I tried to remain calm and do what I could to be safe. I didn't really know where the safest place to be was, though, since I'd never seen anything like this before.

      One of the friends that came in with me started freaking out about her brother and his friends being in the basement and they needed to be upstairs. She was nearly hysterical. I didn't even give myself time to think, I just started running to the basement stairs to get them. On the way down it started getting darker and the walls seemed to get narrower and I really started getting scared. What if I got trapped down here? I kept having this image of the walls caving in on me and being trapped and I knew I had a long way to go to reach them so I turned around and went back upstairs. I was a little ashamed that I didn't try harder to reach them, but I didn't want to share their fate if they got trapped underground.

      When I got back upstairs everyone that had been outside was in the house now. They were all worried and huddling in different areas of the house. We must have been there for a while because people were getting hungry. Since it was my dad's house and I knew where everything was, I tried finding food for them. For some reason the food was in the highest cabinets in the kitchen and I wasn't tall enough to reach them, so I had to pull out drawers to use as a ladder to get up to it. I pulled down some lunch meat and other food items (somehow still good even though not refrigerated) for people to eat. I started crawling on a ledge by the ceiling to get to other cabinets and I could see that the red color was closer in the windows. It was daylight now but the glow was still really bright and getting closer. As I was up there I heard a deep rumbling sound and I asked everyone to be quiet so I could hear what it was. Someone even unplugged the refrigerator so I could have complete silence. Being that high I was able to hear what that red glow sounded like. I didn't know if it was suppose to be voices or something else, but it sounded like a bunch of low/baritone voices letting out one continuous "ahhhh" or "mmmmmm" sound (something between those two sounds?). Almost like a chant or meditative sound, but it was a little eerie since I didn't know what it was.

      I don't remember what happened in between, but at some point they were at the farm house. I don't remember a very good picture of what they looked like, but I have a vague feeling of them being very large, round, and unsmooth for lack of a better word (not hairy or spikey, but not smooth). I vaguely remember seeing them lined up in a row (inside that red glow) coming towards us from a distance from the windows, but once they were there it was more just a feeling of their presence since I never really saw them otherwise.

      I remember watching a little girl talk to them. She was maybe about 7 or so and had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was holding something but I can't remember what it was (maybe a doll or something?). Anyway, she was standing by a mirror to communicate with them. She would look at them to talk to them (there was nothing at the place she would look at when she talked to them) and when they would talk to her she would turn to face the mirror and talk to herself. I knew they were talking through her since they couldn't talk directly to her. They would more or less take over her body in a way and have her face herself in the mirror and speak so she was speaking to herself (her voice never changed, so it always sounded like her voice). When they were finished, she would turn and address them behind her with an answer to their question. She didn't seem afraid so much as just unsure of the situation.

      Then it jumps to me being outside and these beings have been there for some time. The world is a little chaotic and change is everywhere. I was walking alone and I was a little afraid/unsure of everything. I was scared of all of the change and wondering how things were going to be. I was also worried about my own thoughts.

      Apparently these beings were here to stay and they wanted us to be a peaceful people since they were peaceful. They were very slow and methodical in their work. Anyone that tried to harm them or anyone else instantly died. It wasn't a gory or painful death that I remember, it's like they just stopped living. There were mounds of dirt all over by this city full of dead bodies (mass graveyards). I was afraid that if I had a negative thought toward somebody they might kill me too. I din't think that's how it worked, I think it was true harmful intent that they wouldn't tolerate, and deep down I knew this, but I still worried about it a little. I remember seeing someone pick up a gun with intent to kill these beings and they suddenly just fell over dead. I knew they could just take over your body so there was no possible way to fight back. I remember thinking the only people left alive would be people that were inherently peaceful/good and people that could change/adapt to being peaceful/good. This seemed it should be a good thing, but I didn't feel very good about it. It seemed strange that they would go around killing people that weren't peaceful...that wasn't a very peaceful way to act. I also felt that some of those people picking up guns to fight were just scared so their intent to kill was just in self defense, so it's not like they would normally have harmful intention. It didn't feel right.

      That was the last thing I remember, having that thought and wondering if I was going to be ok.
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    5. "One more thing" wished for comes true

      by , 01-18-2013 at 04:28 PM
      I woke up this morning and started to fall back to sleep. I tried to think that I would have a lucid dream. I know I started to see pictures in my head, and before I knew it I was walking down a hallway repeating "I'll know when I'm dreaming." Suddenly I realized what I was saying and where I was at...I knew I was dreaming!

      I was walking down a hallway with hardwood floors and large green rugs covering most of the floor room area. The hardwood could only be seen around the edges. There were a lot of doorways leading into other rooms and they were the same way, but they were all empty. I brought my face down to the carpet to feel/smell the carpet and it felt/smelled like brand new carpet. Everything looked really clean. I touched the wall and it felt like a wall. It felt a little fragile (my awareness) so I kept trying to hold onto my surroundings so I wouldn't fall into a regular dream (lose my awareness).

      The dream kind of split into 3 different dreams in a way. I seemed to lose my way, but I always knew I was dreaming, so it lasted quite a while. Anytime I started to feel myself drift it was because I would get excited at the fact that I knew I was dreaming and I would stop what I was doing and focus on my breath to collect myself and just take in everything around me to solidify it and it worked; I maintained lucidity (for the parts I remember).

      Anyway, I was walking this hallway looking for people I might or might not know. Once again there wasn't anybody around. I would call out names and try to expect to see them around the next corner, but it just felt so desolate and nobody was around. I started to get a little frustrated since this is what happened a while back and I stopped trying to lucid because it was so boring.

      As I was walking I noticed the scenery was changing. The rooms I passed and the hallway I was in was getting more detailed. I started to pay attention to that instead of looking for people because it was really getting beautiful. I realized those once empty rooms were full of stuff now. Intricate and beautifully crafted lights hanging from vaulted ceilings, big cushy couches with elegant designs, artwork painted on every wall, ect.. No matter where I looked there was so much to see! It looked kind of ritzy but really warm, inviting and comfortable at the same time. Every room I looked into was so amazingly beautiful. They now had big arched doorways to look into and so much to see!

      I thought to enter different rooms but kept walking until I came to a room with a glass door. It was a shorter door so I had to bend down to look into it. The door was framed in molded, black cast iron or something, and there were designs in the cast iron. There was glass in the middle so I could see in the room and it looked like a fairy tale inside. It was very vivid at the time, but I've lost some of the details. It looked like it was outside in a way, so I'm not sure if it was inside or outside. There was a very pale woman lying on the ground with her eyes closed. There was an animal present too and that's what I can't remember. I get the feeling it wasn't a real creature (maybe some kind of large white bird you could ride or a unicorn or something?) but I do know that it was white and the ground and this woman were covered in big, white, soft feathers. They looked like big downy feathers they were so light and soft looking. I crawled through the doorway to get inside and crawled over to this lady. She was beautiful in a surreal way. She was very thin and almost inhuman looking, with no wrinkles or creases in her skin and almost white she was so pale. For a flicker of an instant I almost got scared. I suddenly thought, what if the dream shifted and she opened her eyes and looked like she wanted to hurt me? I dismissed this idea quickly though so I wouldn't make it true. I reached out and held her hand, and when I did she finally did open her eyes and look at me. I felt no fear. She was very peaceful. I don't remember if she said anything right away, but somehow I knew I could make a wish with her. I asked her if I could ask her for a wish and she said that I could and she would do what she could to help make it happen. This didn't mean it would come true, but she would try. I won't tell you my wish (like a birthday wish, I still want it to come true!), but I will say I was kind of ashamed for what it was. She just smiled and made me feel the wish was fine. It made me feel better about it. At some point I had let go of her hand and I must have walked to the other side of her because I remember being on the other side of her and bending down to where she lay again. I asked her if I could ask for one more thing and she asked what it was. I asked if I could find someone I know and she smiled and said that they wouldn't mind seeing me here (in a way that made me feel that they would really like seeing me here). For some reason when I asked I put my head to her head and thought of people I knew as if that would help her to know who I knew, but afterward I knew this had been silly; she could read my mind well enough.

      I don't remember leaving this lady, only that I did. At this point my memory gets a little hazy. I remember walking the halls again and I must have decided to go outside to look for someone because I saw a group of people playing basketball on a small hill. I walked up to them and didn't recognize them but I asked them if they knew where I could find people I might know (still lucid). I'm pretty sure they said they didn't. They continued to play basketball.

      I was back walking the hallways again and they were back to being empty again, only this time it didn't feel so empty. I knew I would find people. One of the doorways ahead looked much larger, more like an entire wall would be missing to an open room and I knew that's where I would find my friends. The room was on my left and I turned into it and sure enough there were about 3 or 4 people in the room that I recognized. The lady had granted my "one more thing!" They didn't look like the people they were suppose to look like, but I knew who they were. They were sitting on a couch in the middle of the room talking. I walked over to the couch and sat next to a friend of mine and just laid my head on their shoulder to snuggle. They looked surprised to see me and smiled, putting their arm around me and holding me back. It just felt really nice to be there. We talked but I can't remember what about now. I remember them saying they were happy to see me and couldn't believe I was there, but otherwise I just remember feeling cozy and being happy to be surrounded by people I knew.

      It gets hazy again here, which is why I said there were 3 different aspects to this dream because it made sense and then gets hazy and then changes scene before it makes sense again. I don't think I was completely lucid in between these times but it came back to me (I had to keep trying to maintain it).

      Now I remember walking down the street of a town I used to live in (lucid again). I knew I had been at the grocery store (actually I suddenly remember purchasing a bunch of things...bones for my dogs, food for dinner...and someone being angry with me that I was at the checkout too long, and it wasn't lucid). Anyway, I was lucid again and on foot walking down this road and I knew my destination was a house ahead. I had been in a car but I didn't know what had happened to it. I saw other cars passing with people in them and thought of hitch hiking so I could get there faster (wasn't sure how much longer I would be lucid) but I wasn't sure where they would take me, and I wanted to know what was in this house.

      I tried envisioning myself getting there faster. I would look down and think I'd gone a long way and when I looked up I was closer! I did this a few times until I was at the house. It was two story and kind of victorian looking in a way? It had a large porch and a peaked roof. I think parts of it were trimmed in black designs.

      I walked up onto the porch and felt my lucidity beginning to wander so I had to breath real slow again and focus on the details of the house (which I can't remember a lot of now). I was facing the door and looking at the deck and banister around me. When I finally felt more "there" I went up to the door and went inside.

      It felt really small inside, or I felt too big for the house at first. I was on a landing above the rest of the house looking down and into a big living area. The landing had black, cast iron looking hand rails with some posts that went to the ceiling. There was no electricity in this house. There could have been but the people that lived there liked fire better. There were 3 huge fire pit areas, with huge fires burning inside of them lighting up the room. There were also dots of fire throughout the living area that I took as candles. I think there were only 2 people in the room and I started to walk down a set of stairs made in that same black cast iron. There were hand rails to hold onto as I went down. I remember talking to one person but not what was said. He was a huge black man, very overweight but light on his feet. I remember him being very friendly and feeling comfortable around him, but not what we talked about. I think I must have lost lucidity at this point because I can't seem to remember anymore.

      When I woke up the clock said 8:30 am.

      Updated 01-18-2013 at 04:37 PM by 60380

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    6. New house, New dog

      by , 01-14-2013 at 06:56 AM
      In my dream, I bought a new house. My husband was still living in our old house until we sold it, but I was going to live in this one until he could join me. Our two dogs and two cats were there with me. He was there after I first bought it, with some friends, to check it out and see what it was like. It was two stories and very spacious. Most houses I dream of have doors that don't lock very well and it makes me afraid that someone might break in, but this one was a very secure house, with secure doors that lead to a screened in porch with another set of secure doors, so it felt very safe. I also remember thinking it felt more solidly built than our last house, so maybe it would be warmer (less drafty). The siding was very old and you couldn't tell if it was suppose to be green, yellow, or gray, so I knew I'd want to replace that eventually, but it was fine for now. The backyard was up against a field, so it was nice to only have neighbors on two sides for a change. There was an old gravel road that led to the back of the house, but it didn't look like it had been used in a while. My only concern was putting in a fence for the dogs and if we could put the fence through the road. I didn't think it would be a problem, though, since it only went to our house and nowhere else. At first Paul and our friends didn't like the back yard, they said it was too small, but after really looking they noticed the whole side lot was ours as well so it was pretty spacious and nice.

      I noticed a dog in the house that didn't belong to us. It was medium size, brown and black in color, and very muscular and mean. It kept trying to bite everyone, specifically me. My sister was there as well to see the house and she commented on the dog. I said it was left from the previous owners so I had to figure out what to do with it. I was thinking of taking it to Tails or something because I was really afraid of it. It kept nipping at me and it really hurt!

      To try and appease my sister, I decided to try to be nice to the dog. I went to pet it and it latched onto my hand and kept growling at me. I tried to pull the teeth apart and talk soothingly to it and it slowly started to let go, but it still wasn't sure of me. Eventually it let me pet it and it calmed down. Now it was a very tiny white dog and I wondered why I had been so afraid of it; it was clearly just afraid of me because it didn't know anybody in the house and it lived here before we did. The fur felt kind of yarny, so I knew it needed a bath. It looked neglected. I picked it up and carried it around with me. I realized it probably hadn't eaten in a while, and when I went to rub its belly it had a small plastic bowl (like a prepackaged meal) tucked away in there. It came with a little plastic fork and everything. I tried to feed it but it wouldn't eat for me. I also noticed a small dropper, dog teeth cleaning utensils, and other things to take care of a dog, so she looked high maintenance, but I was really starting to love her.

      I remember trying to take the dogs outside to see if they had to go potty, but it was difficult since the whole yard wasn't fenced. I had to get them to this small penned in area and then none of them would go. My dog Bailey just laid down and looked depressed and I felt bad because I know she loves to run and she couldn't here. I'd have to get a fence soon.

      At some point I finally figured out how to feed the dog that wasn't mine. I had to give her some milky formula with that dropper (only 4 drops), and then hand feed her little pieces of soft food with that little fork. She wouldn't eat if you just put it in a bowl in front of her. I realized she had been really spoiled and I really had my work cut out for me with this one, but I was willing to do it for her.

      Suddenly nobody was there except me, the three dogs, two cats, and my two kids (which I don't have kids). They were older, one was maybe around 8 and the other maybe around 6? I think both were girls but I'm not sure now. We were trying to figure out what to do with the house first. It had a lot of windows but no curtains, so we needed curtains. I knew it would be expensive and I had a tight budget, so we would probably have to start with super cheap curtains. I knew we could at least do the kitchen and living room, the rest of the house might have to wait.

      The walls needed to be painted, and the kitchen had this awful, old, flowery wall paper that needed to come down. I remember wondering if I could just paint over it, but knew that was a bad idea. I told my kids that we had to figure out paint color and curtain color, and they had to go good together, so we had a lot to think about. They were excited and eager to help. I was happy and having a good time. I knew I'd get the fence first too, even if it meant taking out a small loan; it was important that my dogs were happy.

      That's about all I remember right now. I woke up early today, so no alarm.
      Side note: I start back to school today and I haven't been looking forward to it. Not quite dreading it, but just having feelings of being unsure of my major and so on. Maybe the dog represents my fear of my decisions? Maybe I just need to follow through and I'll find that I like it regardless of my fears? Just a thought....
      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Few Random images

      by , 01-13-2013 at 08:13 AM
      I'm realizing that I don't remember my dreams as well as I used to, so I'm going to have to start at the beginning again on this site.

      Somewhere in the middle of the night I had a dream that me and some cousins were walking around a large mall. It looked pretty high class somehow. As we were walking past some windows for a shop I saw my two aunts, another lady that I recognized at the time (but can't remember now) and my Mom sitting in some salon chairs getting the gray died out of their hair. I walked in and they were so happy to see us! It's almost comical how happy they were to see us. I can't remember now what was said, but we didn't stay long. I think my cousin Sara was asking about the technique that they died their hair because it was covering the gray so well and she wanted to try it for her hair (she's younger than me and has no gray so this makes no sense). I woke up after some point and remembered more than this, but this is all I remember now.
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      This morning I woke up remembering part of a dream where I was at work (not really my work). I was driving around a grocery store suppose to be picking up packages at the registers (I guess I was suppose to be dock attendant, but at a grocery store?). All the registers were clean though, so there was nothing to pick up. I started cleaning up garbage instead; old cups half full of water/pop that I had to dump out, half eaten bags of chips/cookies, ect. I found a few bags of chips and a packaged donut that weren't opened yet, so I kept those for a snack some other time.

      I also remember at some point in this dream watching a girl with blonde hair talk to a man that she had a crush on. He was intentionally being mean to her telling her that the girl he was seeing was better than her; that the girl he was talking to was stupid and fat and so on. I knew he only said these things because he liked her and was trying to talk himself out of liking her. That girl wasn't phased by it though, she knew he was just being a jerk. She had gone to school and worked in medicine, she wasn't overweight, and she spoke several different languages, so she was pretty confident in who she was. That's all I remember about that though.
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      This morning I had several glimpses of images/dreams as I woke up and drifted off again. I remembered them when I woke up and tried to hang on to them to write them down, but it seems I've lost them now.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Meet God

      by , 01-10-2013 at 12:46 PM
      8-5-11

      I had a dream last night that I hugged God. I was dreaming something, I can’t remember what now, when I suddenly found myself at the entrance to this grand room and I just knew that I was dreaming. I started to think about what I should do but I had this feeling of a presence there that couldn’t be ignored. It swelled within me, this energetic enveloping within, and I knew that God was there.

      I started to walk forward and I called out, “Father?” The room was very large and round. It had a very high ceiling (I couldn’t actually see the ceiling). There was a warm light all around (not bright or dim), and I was slightly aware of designs or balconies or something along the walls, but I didn’t look too closely. My attention was focused on this raised platform in the middle of the floor. It was round like the room and took up most of the room; there was almost just a walkway around it.

      I floated up to this platform and saw a man standing there. He was very attractive but not in a way that you’re physically attracted to someone. I guess I should say that while I didn’t feel any physical attraction to him, I could see that he was very attractive. He seemed about my age and almost looked like Jesus but different. He had shorter dark hair (not clean cut but not shaggy) and a form fitting dark beard (not long but fit his face) and dark eyes. He didn’t seem to radiate any emotion, he was just there.

      He smiled and said something about how he was always listening to everyone or always with everyone. It felt like he was trying to explain why he wasn’t always “there.” Which meant he always was there, but almost like he was trying to give an explanation as to why he couldn’t really show himself to us? Not an apology but an explanation.
      I asked him if I could have a hug (I was content and happy inside). He said, “Of course you can have a hug.” He opened his arms I walked into them. We hugged one arm up and one under the other. It began sort of awkward since I wasn’t sure how to hug him (arms above or below his) so I followed his example. He held me for a few moments and it was nice. It just felt like hugging any other man but I knew it was God.

      I told him that I was sorry he was so busy with everyone all the time (not exact words but the gist). Somehow I knew he was ok with being the way he is though. We were the same height, so I wasn’t short or tall, we were just even. We just “were” together for a moment and it was nice. I didn’t feel anything spectacular, no big rush of energy, no big revelations or anything…just a moment hugging someone and I knew it was God.
      That’s all I remember, but it was nice.

      Note* I thought this was a strange dream to have since I'm not actually religious. I feel I'm a very spiritual person but I don't follow any one religion and don't know that I believe there is a God in the sens of there being one being. To me God is more a collection of awareness and energy that we're all a part of (if that makes sense). Anyway, I was aware of this in my dream as well, but I couldn't deny the presence before me.

      Updated 01-13-2013 at 08:18 AM by 60380

      Categories
      memorable , lucid
    9. Meet Myself Again

      by , 01-10-2013 at 12:42 PM
      Not sure of the date…June or July 2011?

      I realize that I’m dreaming. I’m in a house, the tv is really loud and I feel like I have to concentrate to reach my goal (get where I want in my dream), but the tv is too loud and I can’t concentrate. I try going into another room but there’s another tv or stereo that’s too loud in that room too. I decide to go outside. It’s night time and there are kids dressed in costumes roaming the streets. My place is off a paved alley and I go out a door that leads to this. There are people out on both sides of my place.

      I try to sit and meditate on my goal (to visit the teacher I saw in another dream), but some kids stop by and interrupt me. They ask about my hair (it’s long and pulled back in a low pony tail). One boy says he fell from a tree and I see scratches on his upper back and ask him if it happened today. He says that yes it happened today, and I tell him it’ll get better. I start thinking that maybe it’s more important to interact with the people here than to try and be someplace else. (*in the house and outside there are people reading books which seems odd on Halloween somehow. I say to myself “well, you only water flowers after they’re dry.”)

      I start walking around town. It’s sunny out now and I try to fly, but it’s difficult. A lady sees me and is trying to catch up with me but I recognize her and know she’s a talker and will drive me off course, I may even forget that I’m dreaming, so I try to avoid her. I see a guy and use him as an excuse not to talk to her (I fly to him all clumsy). He seems to be an old friend or something, or I know him somehow, and we start to dance to pretend I’m busy (not too slow but not real fast, dancing apart from one another).

      Somehow I accidentally hit his head or something and some girl sees me do this and she gets all upset. I just want to get away. They trick me and arrest me for hurting my friend. I know they’re going to whip me at least twice to see if I bleed. My hands are bound behind my back and there are people all around judging me. If I bleed that means I’m guilty of trying to hurt him, otherwise God wouldn’t let me bleed. I’m scared but I know that I’m dreaming…how come I can’t leave?! Even if I’m dreaming this is real enough that I can’t seem to change it. I know the whipping will hurt as if it were really happening. A man stands up and says I didn’t even leave a mark or something along those lines, and he wants this to stop. They ask the man that I accidentally hit on the head if this is correct, if it was an accident, and he nods his head. They all agree and let me go. The man I hit looks like an old man now.

      I walk away and I find myself inside my house again. I think how it feels no different than ordinary reality, and this somehow disappoints me. It seems like it should feel different here, maybe it is all reality. I run my fingers along a couch and feel how solid and real it is. The textures feel so real against my fingers. I still haven’t reached my goal and so much time has passed already.

      I go outside and lay in partly in the street and partly in the grass. I look over and see my dog Bailey lying beside me. I reach out and touch her and am amazed that she’s here in this dream with me. Is she really? Or is this just another part of my brain putting her there? I look at the stars and ponder on this. I think about how earlier in the day, when I tried to fly, I was afraid of going too high again. When I started to get higher I couldn’t stop and it scared me so I would will myself back down to the ground again, and it would continue in this clumsy way. This is usually what happens to me in my dreams when I try to fly. So I begin to wonder if I just let go and let myself go higher if it would take me where I want to go. Then it hits me…I just need to rise up and not be afraid and I can reach my goal.

      I think I want to rise! My whole body moves up to toward the stars (very bright, constellations connect with lines somehow). I try not to be afraid. My body is buzzing inside. I think that I want to see my teacher again, then change my mind and think that I want to visit myself again.

      I end up in front of a white house that‘s shaped like a barn. It’s daylight, and it looks like the barn I saw in the dream I last had where I met myself (only then it was night). I go up to the door and ring the doorbell, which is above the doorway. The door is arched at the top and there are three buttons above it which are triangular. I hit one for the doorbell. I don’t wait for someone to answer the door since I don’t know how much time I have left, so I just walk inside. A family is inside, all adults, and I ask to see Amy. They look upset that I’m there. A young lady is leaning on the arm/back of a couch looking at me and a man of about the same age sits on the couch looking at me disapprovingly.

      A motherly figure walks to the door. Amy appears before they can respond. She has a big smile on her face, and it’s my face! She hugs me and tells everyone that I came back! She says lets go somewhere else. As we leave I comment on their disapproval and she says that they were hoping that I wouldn’t come back. She has kind of a stuffy attitude somehow; seems kind of down or unhappy and seems almost masculine somehow. I jump on her back as a piggy back ride and give her a hug telling her it’s ok, that everything will be ok now. She smiles.

      We go into a barn room thing. It has the feeling of a house, but it’s an outer building on the property. There are lots of shelves with things on them and some chairs. I say first things first, I want to ask her something in case my time runs out and I have to leave suddenly. I’m so indecisive about things and I want to check my feelings against hers since we’re part of each other, almost the same person…does she want a baby? She frowns and shakes her head saying no. She looks upset that I would ask such a question. I ask if she’s upset and disappointed and she says yes. I feel it’s because she thinks it will change my decision about having a baby. I say not to worry because I feel that I’ll have one anyway. She looks up and asks why. I say that I feel I want one, then other times I feel that I don’t, but that mostly I do. She asks how often I feel that I do; only once? I say no, I’ve felt this way several times. She asks when do I feel this way? I say that it’s when I see other people with their babies. As I’m explaining this I feel myself fading and start to feel my pillow on my face. I know I’m waking up and I can’t seem to get back to her. I finally open my eyes since it’s over and my clock says it’s 3:00.

      As I’m pondering all of this in my bed, I realize that I was nothing like “me.” My family seemed stuffy and disapproving. I seemed stuffy and unhappy, except when I saw myself show up. My attitude was very depressing with no desire for children. This wasn’t like me at all. I think that asking her how she felt about having children was silly on my part now. That girl wasn’t me at all. This was a completely different person. If it was me, then it was a different side of me that I don’t want to be. They seemed well off financially, but judgmental and unhappy somehow. Maybe this was a different aspect of my ego? Was it part of my subconscious or a part of myself that isn’t who I am here but exists somewhere else? Maybe every possible aspect of who we could be exists somewhere…. Maybe I’m thinking on it too much…..

      Note:
      I kept questioning myself if I was really dreaming in parts of the dream or if it were really happening (before I met myself). Then I would remember that if I weren’t dreaming then I wouldn’t question it, so I had to be dreaming.

      I couldn’t fall asleep very well before this dream. The last time I looked at the clock it said 2:00, I must have fallen asleep shortly after that.

      Another note would be that one of the big reason's for asking her if she wanted a baby was due to the lucid dream I had about meeting my unborn daughter. I'm still unsure if I want children and thought her opinion would help me decide somehow.

      Updated 01-13-2013 at 08:19 AM by 60380

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    10. Guardian

      by , 01-10-2013 at 12:37 PM
      12-15-10
      I was watching over the life of a man, and he had no idea. He lived for hundreds of years. He sat cross legged with his head down outside in the elements. I forget what his first body was, but I think he was fully clothed for it. In his next body, he was naked, but I put bubble wrap on his feet to keep them warm. Somehow I knew that while he was probably uncomfortable, the only thing that was really important was that his feet stay warm, so I had to be sure of that. He was unaware of any of this or of me. All of his fingers on his hand (right?) were missing except his pointer finger. They had all been ground down years ago, but once again, the only important thing was that he kept his pointer finger, so it was ok (he didn’t know this either, only I did). His mutation was so severe that it looked like an arm that went straight to a finger. Even his hand had been mostly worn away.

      I gave him a sip of water out of a gallon jug every so many hundred years (maybe 200, maybe 300, depends). When I did, he would look up at me and smile. I would decide what each of his next lives would be before they would begin. I remember deciding that one life he would become a Buddhist Monk, and touched him on his bald head to make it so. At one point, I liked the way that sipping the water would make him so happy that I kept giving him sip after sip so that he kept looking up at me and smiling. Suddenly, he looked down and looked sad. He said he remembered….everything (with much gravity). I realized I had let him drink too much and because of this he remembered all the suffering from the past hundreds of years that he had been living, instead of the joy, or peace, he could find from this moment.

      I knew, after his awakening, that it was my turn now. I’m not sure if it was because of his awakening, or if it was just time, but now he would watch over me as I had watched over him. I told him what to do. Only give me a sip of water about every 200 years, and make sure I keep my pointer finger. He said ok. I knew it would be long and hard, but that I wouldn’t remember or realize it, so it would be ok.

      Somehow, even though he was suppose to be watching over me now, I was the one that walked away, and I was still watching over him in a sense. I went into town to find a job. It was a much older period, before much medical discovery. I went to this small brown building and applied for a job as a physician and got it (with no prior experience). I was from the future somehow, so I remembered more from that than these people had learned (they didn’t know this though). I was aware that women were talking in town, and they were hopeful/excited because there was a new doctor in town. They were hoping to have more success with their pregnancies since they were having difficulties getting pregnant.

      In this dream, I was a male doctor, not a woman. I saw a glimpse of myself in a white doctor/lab coat. I was still watching over my “friend” through this. Now, he was only a decapitated head preserved in a jar. I would forget about him sometimes, and once some squirrels got to him. I was worried he had died. Another time I came home to find the jar with his head in it on the floor (his head was now a raccoon head). The jar had tiny crickets all over in it and around it. They were in his eyes, throat and nose. I figured he would have suffocated; there was no way he could have survived this one. But he was still alive. I cleared them away, and while his head looked dead (didn’t move, blink or breath…almost looked stuffed) I knew he was still in there hanging on. I was relieved and knew I had to preserve him better so this wouldn’t happen again (obviously the jar wasn’t sealed tight enough).

      Updated 01-13-2013 at 08:19 AM by 60380

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    11. OBE? Probably just a lucid dream...

      by , 01-10-2013 at 12:33 PM
      I went to sleep saying the affirmation: I am free of my body, I remain aware while it is asleep, and I will remember.

      I woke up a few minutes to 3:00 a.m. and got up to use the bathroom. I realized this is the optimal time for out of body or lucid dreaming. I went to bed and went through my affirmations again. I started on my back and then just decided to lay on my left side since I wasn’t falling asleep and about an hour had passed. I’d rather sleep than stay up all night trying.

      As I started to fall asleep, I felt an intense vibration at the back up my neck rapidly spread through my head and upper body. I didn’t hear anything, I just felt this vibration, and I thought “something is happening.” I focused on staying calm and trying to increase this feeling. It wasn’t very long before I just felt like I was laying there with that vibration and that was as far as it was going to go. I remembered in the book he would declare what he wanted to happen, so I said “I float to the door.” I felt some movement, so I said it again and visualized rising up like a balloon and actually felt myself float up and out of my body. Instead of going toward the door, though, I ended up at the foot of my bed. I felt so REAL. It felt just like I would if this hadn’t happened.

      I started to leave the room, and kind of felt along the wall to see what it would feel like (it felt like a wall), and then it dawned on me to look back at my body. I looked back and saw a lump under the blankets and I got excited and hopped up on the bed and crawled over to where I would be. Thinking now, I fell asleep with my head out of the covers (covers up to my neck) but I didn’t see my head. I crawled over Paul too and he kind of groaned and changed positions. I felt really heavy, like I would ordinarily, and felt bad that I was waking him up, so I got off the bed and went for the door.

      I started to go toward the computer room, but felt drawn to the living room, so I went that way instead. I couldn’t get over how solid everything felt, like this hadn’t happened at all and I was just awake to go to the bathroom. I felt so in control. I went into the kitchen and was looking around and thought that I wanted to try to get in contact with my unborn daughter again, that’s what I was planning to do if I got this far. So I focused on that experience, and said out loud that I want to meet my unborn daughter. I whispered this so as to not wake up Paul (hee hee) but said it with conviction. Nothing happened, so I said it a few more times but changed it to say I wanted to go back to that dream and meet the little girl or something just in case she wasn’t really my daughter. Nothing happened. I was still in my kitchen. I thought, maybe the dream wasn’t what I thought it was, and maybe I would never have a daughter, so maybe I was asking for the wrong thing and that’s why nothing was happening.

      I decided to ask to move inward as the book suggested, to move to your inner self. I whispered that with conviction, hands in loose fists in front of me, close my eyes and mean it….nothing happened. I was still standing by the fridge in front of the doorway to the kitchen. Now I’m disappointed. I go into the living room and decide to sit down and try to relax and figure out what to do. It crosses my mind to go outside, but it seems too big or something, so I just sit there on the carpet. Looking back, there was no furniture in my living room. I was wearing loose white pants and my long hair fell in front of me as I sat down cross legged on the floor. I thought how boring this was! I’d rather just be sleeping than feel awake and sitting in the living room all night just waiting to wake up!

      I was looking at the bedroom door and started wondering how we slept with that much light in there. There was a dim pinkish glow coming from the room, with a little darker redish pink light pulsing over it (like something was on standby and blinking). I saw and heard Paul move around and change positions and wondered how it didn’t wake me up…maybe because I was out of body? I also realized I’d thought of my body and not woken up like the book suggested I would.

      Then Paul suddenly got up and grabbed a Kleenex in the bedroom (we don’t have Kleenex in the bedroom) and raced for the bathroom. I thought he was going to throw up (had Kleenex to his mouth). He came back shortly after and I realized he just spit a loogy out or something. He started to go into the bedroom, then stopped and came into the living room and looked at the far wall. I thought “he can’t see me!” Then he looked down at me and asked what I was doing. My heart fell, and I said “you can see me?” He said of course he could see me and came over to hold out his hand and help me up off the floor.

      We grasped hands and he helped me up and said we should go to bed. I asked if I was in bed and he said of course not. I went into the bedroom and the bed was empty. I was so disappointed. I said I swore I had had an out of body experience and he just acted like he didn’t want to talk about it, he was tired, didn’t say much and went to bed. I said, so you mean I just actually got up and was walking around and thought it was out of body? No comment from Paul. It felt as real as just waking up and walking around, so I believed that’s what it was. I just KNEW it had been an out of body! But that would explain why nothing else would happen. I felt so foolish.
      This led into a non-lucid dream of Paul and me in our small bathroom in our apartment studying (me with my math book on floor, him on the toilet reading, not going to bathroom). We were listening to neighbor’s downstairs yell at their daughter again. I say I want to shout that he’s an asshole (girl’s dad) and Paul smiles and yells “Asshole!” To floor so the man will hear. I smile back at Paul; I hope the guy downstairs heard.

      The dream wanders on and I eventually wake up around 4:30. It’s been about 40 min.
      Was it an out of body turned to dream? Or was it just a dream after all? Do I have blocks I need to get over?

      I also remember in the kitchen I asked for clarity now just to see what would happen, although I didn’t feel I needed any more clarity, everything felt solid and focused, but nothing happened then either.

      Updated 01-13-2013 at 08:20 AM by 60380

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    12. Dream Councelor

      by , 01-10-2013 at 12:29 PM
      I had a lucid dream last night. It’s December 09, 2010 (Thursday). I have to be quick since I have to go to work. I was walking on a path through the woods with some man, I think he was taking me somewhere. It was a dirt path, kind of a tanish color so not wet, dry clay like dirt. There were trees on the right, but not real close to the path. I think the left side dropped off a bit toward a type of gulley? I don’t remember water down there, but it dropped to something. I was looking at his face when I suddenly realized that I was dreaming.

      He was very ugly, almost scary. I told him I was dreaming, and he didn’t believe me! I said that it didn’t mean he didn’t exist, maybe he did and we just met on this plane, but he just looked upset, almost angry and disbelieving, like I was crazy. I realized if I wasn’t dreaming, I would be afraid of this big, ugly man, but I wasn’t! I knew I wasn’t getting anywhere with him, he didn’t even believe me, so I walked past him down the path where I knew I had seen a younger man and someone else (not sure who now).

      I found him and told him I was dreaming, and he instantly believed me. He had short dark hair and wasn’t much taller than me. He quickly directed me in a direction I should go, but I don’t remember him saying anything. The direction he pointed led me to the inside of a building (I don’t remember getting there, only that he pointed to a less visible trail leading off the one we were on).

      Inside almost looked like a bar/reception building. There were a few people sitting at tables talking with drinks in front of them, but it wasn’t exactly a party atmosphere. I saw a woman and tried talking to her…everything was so real! I couldn’t believe I was really so aware again in a dream! This is where my memory starts to go in and out. I was standing talking to her, I was a little excited. I remember my Mom was there, which didn’t seem unusual, but she kind of came out of nowhere. I told this woman I was dreaming and that this had happened before. I told her about the dream where I met my unborn daughter and when I met myself. She just kept looking at me, she was middle aged, older than me, but maybe by 10 years? My Mom kept trying to talk to tell her about my dreams as well.

      She told me this wasn’t surprising since I’ve done this in past lives as well. She said I’ve been able to do this in 7 of my past 8 lives. I was surprised. So I have had 8 past lives? She said yes. Then she kind of walked away and joined someone at another table. My Mom was upset, like how could she leave now? We were just getting started. I knew she was done talking, and at points I felt my awareness drift, and I knew I had to focus so I wouldn’t fade into a dream.

      I tried to focus on who to meet next. I went up to someone to ask who to speak to, and I was standing in front, but between two people facing each other. I think they were men, but I don’t really remember them. Another man appeared, kind of through a fog, and I knew he just appeared because he was needed by me. He didn’t walk up, he just kind of formed there through the fog. He was wearing a suit with no jacket, and he was overweight. I think he may have been balding a bit too, not sure.
      Anyway, he looked tired and I kind of laughed and told him so. He smiled and sighed and said he was. It was like he was appearing for work to work with me and I caught him on a tired day. He was sitting behind a wood desk in a swivel leather chair talking to me. I told him what the lady said about my past lives, and he looked surprised. He said “well if that’s the case, what does it take to get you to higher consciousness”? I said I had kind of wondered the same thing. I asked him what he felt I needed to do, did I need to do good deeds for other people or something?

      And at this point, I don’t remember more! I do remember my Mom was talking real loud behind me trying to get in her two cents about all of this as well, although I don’t remember what she was saying. I wanted her to stop talking so I could concentrate and hear this man. I told her to be quite, meaning to stop talking, and she just kept talking but at a quieter level. I have the impression she was talking to someone else too, but not 100% about that either. I’m wondering if this may be when I started to lose focus and maybe started dreaming again since I don’t remember more? I don’t remember him answering me.

      Updated 01-13-2013 at 08:20 AM by 60380

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    13. Earth Runner

      by , 01-10-2013 at 12:21 PM
      I had this dream a few nights ago (today is 11-30-10). I remembered it again today and wanted to write it down before I forget any more details. It started off in a camp of some sort. It was getting darker (dusk), and I was near a cooking fire area. There were many people around. There was a flat pan that I use for cooking grilled cheese (in real life) laying on the ground, and it was very hot. One of my friends (I get the feeling it was Josh or Keith, which I knew when I woke up but can’t remember for sure now) stumbled and fell onto this pan, burning his face pretty badly. He was upset and in a lot of pain; holding his face and howling. I felt bad, but also felt that I had warned him of the danger, so I didn’t feel it was entirely my fault that he was hurting. I didn’t voice this, though. I merely walked away to another group of people that were cooking food. I knew I had to leave the camp, but I wanted to show a good gesture for the community at the same time. Everyone was going to be leaving to move to another area, and they would need food and supplies carried to their new destination. I felt that I would start carrying food alone, even though it was a very long and treacherous journey. I felt I could do it quickly and easily by myself. I grabbed a glass bowl of some sort of corn casserole and headed off towards the trees. Nobody tried to follow me, but I had the feeling that they felt I was crazy to think that I could make it alone. I somehow knew I would make it there and back several times before they made their first trip; so I would be back to carry more food before they even left camp.

      Once near the trees, I started running. I didn’t get winded or even tired, but just kept on running. Up until this point, I have seen this dream through my own eyes (1st person), but then I start to see scenes of myself on this journey. From above, I see myself stop to rest for the night in front of a fire. All else is quiet, and I feel secure, safe and serene. I really don’t feel any harsh emotions through most of this dream. I mainly feel acceptance and a numb kind of calm. I run for days (which I don’t really watch so much as I know it has happened), when I reach a pool of water that I stop to bath in. I see myself in the water, washing my long brown hair. Once again all is quiet but the sound of the water and the feel of nature around me. I notice that I’m very lean and beautiful. I’ve been living off of the earth and running for a very long time, so I’m radiantly strong and healthy. I’ve never once been afraid of being alone, I just feel at peace and know that I have this mission to finish delivering food. I don’t see any animals of any kind, I’m completely alone.

      After running for days more, the scenery starts to change to suburban America. Streets, cars, sidewalks. I’m running along the sidewalk, and I start to feel the heaviest burden of sadness. I’m remembering a time in my life where I used to run to happiness, and now I’m remembering that and sobbing that I no longer have it to run to, so I’m just running to run. I see Karen ahead of me, and although I don’t remember why now, she wants to fight me or hurt me somehow. Without breaking stride, I hit her hard and beat her down and keep running. I don’t feel bad about this; I was simply defending myself against her blows to keep moving. I keep running…. That’s about the last thing I remember.

      Updated 01-13-2013 at 08:20 AM by 60380

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. Dream School (late 2011/early 2012?)

      by , 01-10-2013 at 09:59 AM
      I had another vivid lucid dream last night. I can’t remember it all so clearly now, but at the time it was very vivid and real, and very long. I think I came up a staircase to a building with glass doors. I went inside, and when I did, somehow I knew I was dreaming. I walked through a doorway into what seemed to be a classroom. There were students sitting at desks to the right of me and the teacher’s desk was on the left (the teacher was a woman).

      I started looking around at everybody, and remembered that the next time I had a vivid dream I would ask for direction again. I went to the front of the classroom and decided to meditate a moment to make my intention clear. I simply stood there at the front of the classroom, in front of everybody, and held my hands to my sides with my pointer finger touching my thumb to make the circle used in mediations, closed my eyes and focused on the moment.

      When I opened them everyone was looking at me. I turned and asked the teacher where I should go. She didn’t hesitate in pointing to a door on the opposite side of the classroom from where I came in. I went out that door and it led outside. There were people walking around like it was a campus. There were cement stairs (very wide) leading down to a sidewalk and grassy area. It was sunny outside and the nature looked like it would here. There were trees in full bloom, all green and beautiful. I noticed to my right there was a building that was about the same size as the one I was leaving, but had a distinctive style to it. It looked more important. It didn’t look like a study hall or classroom so much as kind of, not castle like, since there were no real spires or anything and it was small, but it was white and I think the windows were surrounded by a hazy blue coloring? There were trees around it. It looked welcoming, and I had a feeling that was where I was suppose to go.

      I asked someone in the crowd (some people were carrying books too) where I should go and they pointed in the direction of this building. I couldn’t be sure that’s where they were leading me, so I asked again and got the same response, so I started walking. I don’t remember actually going into the building now, but I have a feeling I didn’t just appear inside, like I actually had to walk up and through a door.

      When I got inside, there was a wooden desk by some windows overlooking the courtyard area thing. I don’t remember a lot about the rest of the room now, but at the time it was very vivid. I remember everything being as real as it is here.

      There was a woman behind the desk and she greeted me. I felt like I should hurry because so much time had passed and I thought I would wake up soon and didn’t want to miss out on what I was being directed to. I think I asked her what I needed to know or something along those lines and she just looked at me. I said something along the lines that I was in a hurry because I was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up so she needed to tell me (not my exact words). She patiently looked at me and stood up and asked me, “Are you really?” And I said, yes, I knew I was dreaming. She just looked at me with all that patience and asked again if I was sure I was dreaming…because this was no dream. I knew intuitively what she meant. That while it wasn’t my “regular” life, this too was real.

      I studied some of the objects on her desk, picking one up and kind of rolling it around, feeling it in my hand and thinking about this for a moment. Weighing how real everything around me was, and it felt like that was all the reality there was, besides my remembering I had another life (although the specifics weren’t there for me, almost like trying to remember my dream now here, remembering my life would be the same?).

      She told me that this was just as real, but I knew it was obviously different from my other life. She came around the desk and said everyone here was real too. I asked her if they were dreaming or dead then, and she said they were all “dreaming” too, but not dead.

      I wish now that I would have asked more questions or asked her to specify what she meant since they all seemed to be going to class and doing “regular” things as opposed to having a dream quality to them. But at the time this didn’t occur to me as strange from a normal dream and I didn’t ask. I only remember fragments from here, but it didn’t jump around in my dream. I remembered more when I woke up, but I didn’t write this all down right away. I can only say that events unraveled as they would here, from moment to moment.

      At some point someone else was in the room too, but I can’t remember who. It was a woman, but I don’t remember anything else. I don’t even really remember what the woman I had been talking to looked like. I’m pretty sure she had light brown hair, maybe wavy, and about shoulder length. She wasn’t thin or fat, just kind of solid for lack of a better word. She was older than me, but didn’t appear old, maybe motherly. I would say she was quite a bit older than me, but her face didn’t appear old at all. She had a, not “husky”, but calming voice. A knowledgeable voice somehow.

      I remember going to the wall to the right of her desk (facing the desk, since that’s what I had been doing) and the whole wall was missing. It just opened up to the elements outside and dropped off over the trees (it was up high). The three of us stood looking out at this view. There were trees and crops, and the sky was so blue. She was explaining to me that here we could control the weather, so the crops always got what they needed, and people always got what they needed. She had been helping this other woman practice to make the rain start and stop and they were going to demonstrate this to me now.

      I still knew it was a dream, and I asked her how things didn’t get messed up. She asked me what I meant, and I asked how the weather could be any one thing since it would seem that many people would try to change it at the same time. While I don’t remember her exact answer, I got the impression that this didn’t really happen often, so maybe people had the same goal as to what needed to be done? Maybe these people all worked together? Anyway, we sat on the floor in front of this space, in silence, and this other woman was suppose to concentrate and make it rain. I decided to try myself 

      I sat cross legged, in meditation pose, and looked out at the land and felt that I wanted it to rain. Within seconds the rain started to fall outside. I could hear the drops hitting the leaves of the trees outside. I didn’t necessarily see clouds roll in, the sunlight just seemed to become less, or dimmer, and the rain fell from the sky. It was a very full but calm rain, coming straight down. After about a minute I felt that I wanted it to stop and it did, and it was sunny again. I don’t know if I done this or the woman who was suppose to be practicing did, but I felt it was me, but decided not to comment on it, and these women didn’t either. I remember feeling proud of myself though, that I could do this.

      I remember another moment where we were suddenly riding a wave. We had been looking out over the land, and then we were talking about something, and when I looked again it was a wall of water and I could feel us tilting and knew we were riding a huge wave! I still knew I was dreaming and wondered if I should be afraid, but I wasn’t. I just went into it and rode with it. I didn’t feel wet from the water, only the sensation of riding the rise and swell of this huge wave. I think there was a loud rumble somewhere, but I can’t be sure. It just felt powerful and big. And now I don’t remember landing or how it ended; only that it did somehow. I’m not sure why this happened, only that my “teacher” was still there with me somehow even though I couldn’t see her, I could hear her voice at times. Maybe it was a lesson on what we can do in a dream? Just a thought.

      I also remember being in another kind of room with other people. Not a lot, but a few. They were trying to teach me how to fly in this “dream”, and I couldn’t do it. We were standing in a room with wooden floors and wooden walls, like a big cabin. A few people were trying to teach me how to rise off of the floor. They were standing there with their hands to their sides and would kind of appear to stiffen their bodies and just rise off the floor. As hard as I tried I couldn’t float. I knew it was a dream, and remembered how I had tried to walk through walls in other vivid dreams and failed somehow. I told them I just couldn’t do it. They argued that I could, I just had to try. I wondered out loud if my energy here might be dwindling too much since I had been here so long now. I noticed that we all had a ball floating in front of us, and mine was smaller. This was supposed to represent our energy for abilities here, and I don’t know how I knew this. In my dream I somehow remembered another vivid dream where someone had taught me that this was what these were, a representation of how much energy or ability we had while in dream state. The woman who had been teaching me was in wonder at this since it was something she hadn’t known. I don’t remember now having a dream that told me this, but in this dream it was something I remembered very well. I compared mine to a child’s standing next to me and showed them how much smaller mine was than the child’s, and they agreed that they could see how it made sense. (Mine had maybe a 6 or 7 inch diameter, while this other was over twice that size).

      Another moment, I was sitting on the floor by a man at some point. He was about my age and seemed really friendly. I commented on how my ball of energy was the same color as his, green. I could pick his up and look at it, and then I tossed it back to him smiling. I don’t remember now, but this was another thing we had in common together since I had noticed something else earlier (can’t remember what now), and he smiled at me. I think we talked, but I’m not sure what we said. There was a child near us and his ball looked like a beach ball in color and size.

      At some point, although I hadn’t been able to fly, I was determined to make it work, so I decided to try another tactic. There was a drop off in the room, a type of ledge that overlooked another level, and I decide to jump off of it and try to fly from there. I knew it might hurt if I fell, but I though it would be ok since it was a dream. I took the dive and started to fall headfirst (this whole dream was in first person of course since it felt as real as here, it was all through my eyes as it would be in reality). I tried to concentrate on flying and it didn’t want to work. I felt myself waver a bit, like maybe I could shift direction but not go up…and finally I felt myself rise before I hit the floor!

      This all happened in a matter of seconds, but it worked! I flew up and around the room, and I felt so free! I held my arms back so I was flying face first around the room, and it was a very large room. I think someone was flying with me, but I don’t know who. They weren’t flying along side me, just somewhere else in the room. I was so happy, and it felt so good. This is what it felt like to fly! I could feel the air around me, and my whole body would get tingles of a pleasant sensation as I was flying. I flew up to this huge long mirror along the ceiling and saw myself reflected back. I think I looked as I would here, at least that’s what I remember thinking, but I can’t be sure in comparison now since I can’t remember exactly what my reflection was. I know I had long brown hair, but I think I may have looked a little younger than I do in real life. In my dream I felt it was an accurate reflection though, so I could be wrong about that.

      Even knowing it’s a dream and feeling the reality of it and knowing of your “other life”, upon awakening, you realize that your thoughts and memories don’t always match the ones you have here. This realization is strange to me. How is it that while dreaming remembering your “real life” can be as difficult as remembering your “dream” upon awakening? I mean, I knew I was dreaming this whole time, not once did it waver and let me forget where I was and what was happening. I think this was the longest dream I’ve had that I can remember where I knew I was dreaming. It was wonderful! That’s all I can really remember right now. I may remember more later. If I do, I’ll add it in as I do 

      Updated 01-13-2013 at 08:21 AM by 60380

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    15. Met myself in a dream (late 2011/early 2012?)

      by , 01-10-2013 at 09:13 AM
      I wrote this down when I had it and lost the original copy. This is what I remember of it (still pretty detailed):

      This dream started off like any other ordinary dream, so I didn’t know that I was dreaming. I was walking on a narrow path late at night. I could see pretty well because the moon was really bright, so the path was clear in front of me. It was a dirt path surrounded by grass with trees here and there. Most of it appeared blue and gray since it was dark outside.

      Suddenly I was walking the path again and as I looked down I saw footprints in the dirt of the path. I realized that they were my footprints since I had already been this way and realized that I was dreaming. I knew if I walked fast enough I would probably find myself somewhere up ahead still walking. I got excited about this idea; I mean, who gets to meet themselves? The path started to curve to the right, and as I went around the curve I saw a barn off to the right as well. It was shaped like an old barn, but the doors must have been open on both sides because you could see right through the middle (there was a square opening so you could see to the other side through the doors).

      Standing in the middle of this opening was the silhouette of a person. I knew it had to be me, and even though it felt silly, I called out my name to the person as if to question if it was really me. At first I got no response, they just stood there. After I called again they came running up to me and threw their arms around me and just held me. The hug felt nice, but I still wasn’t sure who it was. I asked again if it was Amy and she said in my voice that yes it was. I never really saw her face that I can remember. It was dark, but not so dark that I wouldn’t be able to see her. We didn’t talk, there just didn’t seem to be a need to. There was just a comfortable silence that I was happy to continue with. We lay down in the grass of the path and just looked at the stars together. She was laying on my right side with her head on my shoulder and I had my arm around her and was playing with her hair. I often play with my own hair and knew she would like it if I did it for her. We laid that way for what seemed like a significant time. The stars were so unbelievably bright and beautiful! I could feel the grass beneath me, the clothes I was wearing, a slight breeze against my face, and her body laying next to mine. It just felt really nice. I remember thinking how real it all was. I knew my body was lying in bed at that moment and that this was a dream, but if this was just a dream, what was reality really? I was really there in that moment. I could look around and feel really being there. I wanted to stay there but I knew I was going to wake up soon. I had already woken up to my alarm and hit the snooze button, so I knew I only had 10 minutes before it went off again and I already felt I’d been there a long time (this had really happened and my alarm really was going to go off soon).

      I didn’t want to just vanish without saying goodbye, so I sat her up with me and sat cross legged from her and told her that I was going to have to leave soon. I remember she had a cast on her arm (I think her right arm but I can’t be sure now). I still don’t remember seeing her face clearly, but she had my hair. She said she didn’t want me to go. I told her I didn’t want to go either but my alarm was going to go off soon. I don’t remember saying anything else, I know the last thing was discussing my alarm going off soon and that I was going to have to go, then my alarm did go off and I woke up. I was so amazed with this experience. This was definitely one of the most vivid lucid dreams I’ve had! After waking there were things I wish I would have asked her, but at the same time the silence was so nice that I don’t really regret breaking the moment. It was an amazing dream.

      Updated 01-13-2013 at 08:22 AM by 60380

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
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