memorable

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4-11-11

The Void
Lucid 80%

I was in my childhood home and realized this was a dream sign! I shouted “this is a dream!” and my much younger mom, aged appropriately for the era, looks at me like “What?” I run outside as a little kid and then age up to my present age as I run for the street; I can make great wormholes here on the flat surface. I pointed but nothing happened. I flicked my hand and bam there was a small black wormhole on the street. “Oh crap I have no idea for what I want to do!” I try to think of my dream goals and the wormhole vanishes but I try to think some more while keeping hold of the dreams lucidity, kind of like dribbling 2 basketballs at once. I dig and come up with a memory of summoning myself and flick another wormhole but this one is deformed looking like spilt ink. ‘Summoning myself on any other day would be a cool idea but I want something less me, more mind blowing, I got to think!’ “I got it! I can look for something to do with my career path” and I flick open a perfect wormhole and stand on it.
I get sucked down into my wormhole and I see blackness then out of the void pictures start rolling by from left to right. All are big pictures with maybe a perfect tree on one and the next has a motorcycle on one [btw I saw this same motorcycle in the last wormhole I created and have no interest in motorcycles]. One picture has a lot of words in boxes connected by lines and then the next has a girl blowing bubbles into the air . They all seemed like they were representing something. They seemed pretty endless so I latched onto one by touching it and was sucked in and wound up in a well lit hallway with wooden bookshelves on either side. A woman, blond in her mid 20’s in casual business attire, said to me forcefully “Well now that you’re here we can get down to business.” Then they all (the 3 other women of about the same age and dress) started walking for the office at the end of the hall so I joined them. Once in the office I sat in one of the plush and comfy leather seats and she asked me what my other offers where, caught off guard by this whole thing I said nothing (hey less than a minute ago I was out on the street outside my childhood home!). She took my quietness as stalling and said “well we have a pretty good package here and have connections.” I got a thought from someone else in the room that the connections were political and Bill Clinton might be involved but this was not talked about openly (yay for telepathy!). She walked behind the big desk with tons of stuff on it from different people and lots of papers. The office looked cool to me, I love so much detail in these nonphysical places. She sat on the corner of the desk (I got the idea it really wasn’t her place to be sitting in the seat) and said, “So ok let’s talk.” I felt too much on the spot and had a good enough time so I pulled out of the dream and woke up to happily record my LD.

Once awake I realize how tired I really was and waited a second to recall my dream before I recorded it.

Assassin
lucid 50%

I am in a holding cell with a Plexiglas wall. Me and this other guy are in this one cell and we are assassins and our skills are going to be tested. There is a woman in the other cell by herself so we 3 will be tested and only one will get the assignment. The guy in my cell wonders if I can take him but I know this is a dream and he doesn’t stand a chance but I keep hearing his thought “can I take him?” I decide to school him a bit. My mind goes into hyper fast thought, realizing he is too far away to start on him with my hands I kick my chair at him and jump thorough the air at him. I land as he catches the chair and holds it as a shield as he falls back onto the floor. He is strong and using his hands and knees to hold the chair up so any force going down is not going to do much so I push the shielding chair in the direction of his head just a bit so I can step on his groin. I didn’t step hard just enough to get a needed reaction, he lowers the chair over his groin and I bring around my hand using my thumb as a small knife to prove my point as it stops just outside his neck. He looks at my hand and knows he has been beaten and would have been dead in seconds had a real knife entered his carotid arteries this way.

I wake up and this time write stuff down!

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4-10-11
This was a really long dream but I will shorten it by glossing over the chaotic parts in the beginning.

I was driving in a car with some people I thought I knew. The car goes onto a ferry boat which disembarks. I run around ship but there is nothing interesting to see. Then a guy jumps overboard to swim but the currents are too strong and he is thrown a strange life preserver, it is like a eyeglass case about 10 feet long. He opens it and there is a bed in it that he gets into but this bed is actually a control for the life raft which has a motor and he steers it back to the boat!
I go down to the water to see him then I see that the ship is way up in the air and they are lowering it down into the water, which will be on top of me. I grab a rope and keep pulling it down to me as the boat comes down so, since the rope connects to the side of the ship, it pulls me to the side as well. The ferry still pushes me under water but I don’t panic and swim the small distance under water to the surface. [I remember having this dream before but I panicked and felt like I was drowning and woke up]

Then I was in a museum like place and there was a woman museum guide who was getting everyone’s attention as she explained the globe she was holding. There were maybe 300 people all milling around this second story balcony, all very busy. I felt partially lucid, I knew it was a dream but was still mentally captured by the dream. I looked at everything taking it all in and thought it should be interesting to hear what the museum guide was going to say. Then a woman burst out of the crowd and ran up to the guide “then what’s this ball, what’s this???” I thought she was talking about the globe the guide was holding but then the mad woman held up a hand sized ball with a little blue cube in it. The guide was flabbergasted and confused at this woman’s nuttiness, “Well,… what’s this?!” I ran up to her and took her ball and ran over to this balcony’s banister and jump up on it and jumped out in to air! I slowly flew in the air and said back to the crazy woman “maybe it’s so you can fly!” insinuating that it gave me superpowers. I looked back to see the crazy woman running after me but since she couldn’t fly so she had to run around through the areas that she could and then down a long staircase to the ground floor which is where I landed. I held it out to her and she snatched it away but then couldn’t fly and felt sad with a big sad face. I felt bad that I had caused her to feel heartbroken even though I had hoped to help.

I went up the stairs and walked in a door and inside it seemed like a hotel hallway, so being omnipotent I whatever I wanted walk in a random door. I feel the presence of the last person in here and even got a flash of her appearance but she is not in here and this confuses me. Then I realized I was just getting her essence not her. I saw her luggage and even her purse. A thought popped up ‘PURSE, MONEY’, “you silly thought this is a nonphysical place and even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t steal her money!”

I go back out into the hallway only to get somewhat bored, ‘they’re all rooms so who cares?’ I go into an elevator shaft cuz I can after I make the doors open and fly down to the next floor. Arriving on the bottom floor the doors open and people are shocked as I walk out with no elevator to support me. I pay them no mind. I go to an area with lines waiting for stuff and see a guy, in his 50’s white with gray hair, who looked like he knew what he was doing and thought that has to be how I I should be. So I decide I will help people. I walk into a door and it opens up to the outdoors onto a disaster area motel where the motel is covered in mud and debris of houses and trees. “How can I help here?” :: I am in a room broken open to the outdoors but across the way to my left I see a room with people moving in it and fly over to it and go in through the sliding glass doors. The people don’t even seem to notice me. There is a boy playing a video game on the TV and guy hurriedly packing rushing back and forth but not noticing me at all. I walk out to the balcony on the other side of the room.

Once outside I see a girl on a rooftop of a pagoda. She is not scared so I think maybe she is like me so I fly over to her and gently land on the old wooden shingled roof, amazed at the detail of it. I see she is a light skinned Afro-American girl with a an 80’s hairstyle and clothes, at about 17 to 19 years old. We exchange pleasantries and she starts to tell me about something having to do with being disappointed by a father figure in her life. I get flashes of pictures of the guy she is talking about as she talks and they are coupled with good feelings so I have to stop thinking he mistreated her somehow. I am feeling her radiation and how friendly and open she is and am amazed at how good this feels, most dreamers are so closed. I try to say “yes” and “um hum” at just the right moments while still enjoying this exchange. She feels better for telling me her story and realizes also that I am not paying attention too much to her story. There is an awkward silence “Hum” she says then starts singing! She sings something from the radio, I think it may have been “In Your Eyes.” I thought she was singing about me but there was no love out of her radiation but instead I could feel she meant it to mean that she is trying to live up standards in her life but not really sure she what he, the male father figure, sees in his eyes. I never had a person in a dream sing to me before and liked it a lot. She stopped abruptly and said, “I have to catch Andy!” and flew off the rooftop! I guessed she thought she needed to catch the Andy Griffith Show.

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Mid March
Every so often I have a dream that speaks without words using a kind of telepathy. I have identified 3 different kinds of telepathy but I won’t go into them here. The one used here I have been calling Universal Telepathy because it seems to be the most used and nearly everyone seems to understand it; it uses pictures, thoughts, and feelings. Since no words were ever used I will try to state words as accurate and meaningfully as possible. I will describe the pictures and feelings independently.

I am at the back of large audience, I am where the walkway to leave an auditorium is. There is a strange looking water container attached to a pipe or wall or something that gets my attention. A male being I will call the Instructor asks me using Universal Telepathy if this thing interests me. I reply using Universal Telepathy that “yes from the heart” and I smile.

Instructor: This is about Paired Souls.

Then there is a huge dark gray sphere attached to the water thing which is going to be a device used to tell this story.

Instructor: This big dark sphere is the full soul. Its dark because it holds all the skills and abilities one can ever have represented here by color since if all the myriad of all colors were mixed up they would thus be gray.

Out of this “full soul” comes out a small droplet, about a thousand times smaller, swirling with red, blue, and gray colors.

Instructor: This is the fractionalized soul (like yours), represented by the small droplet, can complete a life on your plane quite successfully in this form.

The droplet then divides in two with one having the red coloring swirling around in it and the other having the blue.

Instructor: However if the tasks and the energies used to complete their undertakings are halved then the being can internalize-and-complete these tasks with less struggle and in short order. For this to be realized though the fractional soul needs to be divided into ying-and-yang-like halves. One should also become committed to a nonphysical life while the other incarnates into a physical life and world. These two different worlds use nearly opposing energy sectors to successfully complete. Preferably the “feminine” half should be tasked with the nonphysical life and the “masculine” half with the physical incarnation. Masculine halves are best used on the physical plane as masculine energies are superior at moving the energy that is matter due to their propensity for sheer force of will. The energies used by one half will then not be used by the other, both being different in polarity and in different realms causing nearly opposing situations. The really advantageous aspect to this pairing of souls is that the energies not used by one can then be transferred to the other. Since they are both of one soul they will naturally share energies and thus, in this way, be able to support each other’s tasks and lives. The depleted energies of one can be boosted freely by the other half at no cost to its own energy needs. They can then complete their tasks quicker and with less struggle. The double dichotomy of differing worlds and the pairing of souls is quite advantageous.

There was then a period where he stopped I guess for questions but I was trying to take it all in and impressed with the logic of it all. I then wanted to touch the red and clear ball that was depicting a half of the paired soul so that maybe I could take in some more knowledge from it.

Instructor: That’s just for demonstration.

I felt a little dumb now and disappointed. “Oh, hmmmm.”

I woke up.

P.S. This was a lot harder to translate than I thought. So much is packed into so little that I have to not only find the right words but the right over all meaning. I hope this all makes sense.

This is a great depiction of the full soul (middle) and the fraction soul's (tiny bright circle at the top) size difference. It was also understood that the full soul came from another even larger unimaginably immense "soul."

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Dream 1
A car in a field is stolen and I beep the horn. The cops arrive and show me a contract and he says “you have to pay me royalties.” I looked at the contract and saw the signature was not mine and said “I didn’t sign that.”

Dream 2 Test
I walk out of a doorway onto a grassy field. I remember it as a dream college area then I saw a goat and some sheep walking around. They seemed odd since they were just walking around mindlessly. Then I felt really good, I had passed some kind of important test!

Dream 3 Future Bridge
I am a passenger driving down a road in a little station wagon in California and it is flat and dry outside back dropped by mountains. The road turns into a 12 lane highway and I can see shopping centers and such. I feel like the road is changing in time as well as distance. At the beginning it was the 1970’s now it is the 80’s. Quickly it is the 90’s and 2000’s uneventfully. Then I am flying as we come to a bridge and I let the little station wagon from the 70’s go as it drives below me. Now it is the future but I am not sure when. I fly through the bridge’s upper girders and see how massive this structure is, the I-beams are bigger than I thought anything in my time was being made and wondered what kind of huge factory could produce these monsters. Then I noticed there was lighting up here too. Although it was daytime I got a quick nighttime vision of what it looked like at night and it was a nice bright green bridge. The lighting’s housings were huge, you could easily fit 10 SUV’s inside one. I wondered at the power that would be needed to do this, and all for something unnecessary, but got the feeling that it was a concern but no big deal, so much for energy concerns for the future.
The highway went off to the left but I followed my-times highway, which was now just a depression in the vegetation. The old highways had crumbled and acted like a bedrock letting only small plants with small roots take hold and you could follow this ‘depression’ down to the sea, this led into the marshes and parts were washed out. I now felt the familiar time of the early 22nd century but was still not too sure. There was a long beach but no sign of anyone having used it in any way which I thought would be odd especially for California. I felt there was no more to see and reluctantly landed roughly on a sandbar 6 feet out from the beach. There was nothing but those tall beach weeds on shore and a few houses way in back of that. I then felt I was violating some kind of rule landing here but could not take back off. I closed my eyes and imagined flying away but I wasn’t and upon opening my eyes I saw an all green helicopter with only a small white circle for a symbol on the door. The helicopter circled a bit then came down close to me and I could see it was about the size of a small car, far too small to hold a person. Then I heard an emergency type voice say “EXIT THE AREA!” from the green helicopter. I tried to get my legs out of the sand and then I was surprised to see an all blue robot with a human type appearance approach me. It was all blue head to foot with no face just a thin vertical black line in the middle of its “face.” “Oh crap!”
Then I am home again in early 2000’s time [not real life home] looking something up on the computer. It’s the old big computer TV like monitor and I start closing windows out as my mom and my other family members are coming in the room and distracting my attention [these are not my family members in real life].

The screen’s background has a pretty woman with short black hair on it who I seem to know and stare at it a few seconds before my sister enters the room talking loudly so I turn the computer off [I do not have a sister in real life]. They are all eating popcorn out of a bowl and passing it around and give me some but I just take out a few and crunch on them. I feel a little sad and not sure why.

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March 4, 2011
These are nonlucid highly symbolic dreams. I have these every now and then and everything is logically strange but symbolically it all makes sense. This “sense” has to be wrung out of it usually over several days of pondering.

Dream 1: TSA
I am shopping with my mom in what may be an airport and we go into different convenience stores. The TSA is there at the back of the store.

Dream 2: Front Yard
Dialog will be red
I am in my front yard and the air is fresh and new like a spring morning yet it also feels like a dream place feeling of those things, feelings I am used to. Looking at the yard I see a red something on the lawn and go to check it out and it is a little red book titled Eden in gold letters. While walking across the lawn to my car my neighbor [who in RL never says much] says “here ya go!” as he holds out one of my plastic Japanese tea bottles. “Thanks” I say and start to walk off. Being more friendly than he ever is in RL he says cheerfully, “pay it forward” as if this is like saying ‘see you later.’ I say “K” and he replies “or sleep with a fatty…” ‘WTF, what did he just say?’ I thought about this to such an extent I woke up!

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March 1, 2011

I think this peanut butter I am eating for increased vividness is not only working very well it is helping me increase my recall. This first dream is very long and is chaotic which is characteristic of dreams earlier in the night which usually are not remembered. Nothing lucid though.

Dream 1 : Train of Destruction
There was some random stuff going on before this.
It was dark at night and I could barely see things happening. This was a place like Alaska in the summer, rural, tons of pine trees, and small town feeling. Me and some of the malcontents of the small rural town created a crazy rail-mega-truck thing. The center was a rail car that had old trucks connected to it on both sides, it was huge and we got it to go really fast and then burst off the track into the woods busting itself and anything in its way to hell. This was done just outside of town and may have killed people but we obviously didn’t care, the town’s people were scum. I felt bad at this feeling after thinking about it, ‘would I feel OK if there was a little girl killed in there?’ I decided to get away from what we had done and the jerks doing it by leaving town.
Under the few street lights I saw police cars looking cars over looking for the people that created that crash in the woods. They saw me but let me pass so I figured they didn’t know me or my car yet.
I am now in the dark metal like room and there is a guy there trying to calm me. He says something about “it taking effect soon” and figure I have been drugged somehow. There is a metal chair that looks like people could be strapped into it and I have to wonder if I have been made to talk about what happened before.
Then I am in a New York suburb in an empty lot. The lot is surrounded by apartment buildings and a typical chain link fence. There is an oldish guy looking like a retiree sipping iced tea in his lounge chair on his tiny back porch. I went over to him and he said something like he was impressed with my progress. Then I feel that he and others have “made me” like I am some kind of clone. I plan to escape. Figuring he may know what I would plan to do I do something totally random and ad lib and I run to the other side of the lot and then hide down under the very tall weeds and crawl to the other corner. When I come up there are 2 women looking for me frantically. The leader of the 2 says regretful “we were stressing him” to make me better. I ran out of the lot at inhuman speeds and out to the street. I had no idea where this was even though the lot I just came from seemed oddly familiar. I took a right and ran up the street than I started walking fast to not attract attention. I knew I had to get more distance between me and those people in the lot. Passing some shops and pubs to my right there was a street corner just up ahead. Then I recognized the guy on the corner [Charlie Sheen], could he be one of “them?” He was talking to other on the corner and turned to see me and nodded at me knowingly. His nod was one of ‘I got your back’ but I was too paranoid to care and ducked in the door I was at when he nodded at me. It was dark in here I could barely see anything but rushed down the hallway. Then at the end the light was visible and I recognized this as what I call ‘proximity light’ which is light that is only visible at a certain distance, a dream world invention and a little extra vividness entered the dream, I was more clear now. I hurriedly opened the door at the end of the hallway and slammed the door shut but it didn’t close but I didn’t care too much I had to get to the phone. There was a guy standing there reading the paper like he was minding the place [he was dressed in 1930s brown pants and suspenders and vertical stripped dress shirt] he just moved out of my way. There was a box on the wall that held the phone I pulled out the one piece ear piece to the old phone and was worried that I couldn’t say something into the phone and put it to my ear and looked for the piece you talk into. Before anything else, I heard a voice on the other side say in acknowledgement “I got the car”. I knew I get my way out and instantly calmed down.

This was in a wooden wall box.

Darkness

Dream 2: 2 Pink Fro’s
I was looking at 2 strange looking guys all in pink. They where white guys with huge pink afros, pink shirts, pink pants and shoes. There faces were made up to look peach colored in an artificial way. They just stood there looking like there was a camera watching them, posing.

Darkness

Dream 3: Washing a Boat
I was washing a boat in a dream world that was very familiar to me. I had some friends that came into a lot of money but never showed it too much but this was a dream world created to express their desire to flaunt their riches. In their driveway they had a Cadillac and an expensive boat up on the trailer thing. I was washing it and getting paid of course but it was ridiculously easy and fun to be around so much wealth. Then the father of this wealthy family came out to see a friend of his [I have no idea who this guy is] and after saying pleasantries,
Friend: “how’s it going these days?”
Rich guy: “not bad, just have some gambling debts to pay off.”
The friend didn’t answer knowing that there was probably going to be a mention of money.
Rich guy: “You wouldn’t mind loaning me some money would you?”
Friend: “No I really don’t have any money after my family.”
Rich guy: Smiles, like a mob boss, knowing that now he knows he can lightly threaten the “friend’s” family to coerces him to give the loan.

Darkness

Dream 4: Gold Tea Strainers
I am seeing gold tea strainers that look a little like little globes of vertical lines. I can feel they are 99% gold and like looking at them and moving them in my hand.

Wow didn't know these existed till I Googled them!
I knew what they were but kept thinking they look like earrings. Getting a good look at them again I can see why.

There were 3 more very short dreams which I didn’t feel were worthy getting up to record.

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Feb 26, 2011

Dream 1: High tech bullet
nonlucid
I have a gun and I am thinking what would happen if I shot it in my garage which is where I am holding this 22-like rifle. The bullet flies out without sound hits the ceiling and bounces off the ceiling and falls to the ground. I think it must have been a BB. I bend down to look at it and I see that it is a plastic and metal bullet (not the casing) made of many parts and even screws back together. The very pointy tip is hollow and has a little clear plastic window underneath on the flat underside. I think about how expensive this bullet must be and how secret its use must be.

Dream 2: The Bank & Brown Wasps
Nonlucid
I am in an area I remember being kind of like a church grounds or old British university grounds. I go into a bank, I’ve been here before. The last time as this time, they are setting it up but are doing business. “I’d like to see my safe deposit box” I show the teller a key. I put something into one of the boxes. Then went outside and I ran across the grassy campus to a small quaint stone bridge. There were fall leaves all over everything, just a bit like fall was starting. Looking at the bridge I see a toy frog, or something, and picked it up.
I walked off the other side of the bridge and I met up with a group of friends (a couple and a girl as I have had in a few dreams now) She was talking about some stuff that was not at all important and was a little aggravated that I was not even listening. I thought about how some things can alter the path of your life and they can be just a small event. I looked off into the sky near the far horizon and say it was getting dark there and then I saw a shooting star! Surprised I dropped what I was carrying which was now a dime. The girl pulls me along like a little kid “but I dropped my dime!” I was a little kid now and I ran off from the group, I could feel the girls radiation of “what now” frustration but did not look back.
Nearby there was a guy picking up little broken honey boxes. The honey combs where in little wooden boxes. I ran over to see and I noticed all these brown wasps on the honeycombs, I knew they packed quite a sting. The guy was one of those DCs that doesn’t recognize you so I picked up a comb. The guy did the same and chucked it to his side which is where I was and got hit on the back by the comb he threw. “HEY” I said, no recognition from him but I could feel wasps on me now and some fell down into my underwear! I could feel wasps on my butt and between my legs frantically crawling around, there was no move I could do now that would NOT aggravate them! I decided to jump and rip my shorts off in one motion. Crap that didn’t work, they are going to be pissed now! Then I think ‘this is too intense I go to get out of this dream!’ I woke up feeling the feeling residue of wasps in my shorts.

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Feb 28, 2011

Dream 1: The Queen
Nonlucid
Me and a young woman were kneeling on the floor helping out this old lady, the stereotypical small gray dressed in dark blouse with lace on the collar type. “would you like some tea” the lady said “yes thank you.” The old lady replied. She was so polite I started to think she was the Queen of GB. After she took a sip she said “can I be alone” and the woman said “of course.” We got up and went outside to a deck area and sat on its floor. I thought about helping the Queen and how I had no experience for this job but it was a rare honor. After a moment she came outside too walking unsteady and slow. She felt appreciative and patted my shoulder, at that moment I saw her hand on my shoulder and it was like DING and a halo of light around her royal hand. Then I thought of how some people are fanatics and would go crazy for this sort of thing maybe say they’d never wash their shoulder even! She then walked off.

Dream 2: Huge Screen
Nonlucid
I am fooling with an iPhone trying to figure it out and get it set up. There is a TV screen next to me that is a huge 7 feet at least and it has a few selection buttons I can press when I configure the phone at certain stages. I am standing right next to the huge screen and push the screens touchable buttons and look back at the phone but it isn’t working correctly for me.

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February 20, 2011

I walk into an area that has a lot of shelves with all kinds of stuff on them. I pick up a fake plastic tree that’s standing in the way and put it on a table and realize that I just knocked off the top half of the tree. I look around to see if it is laying somewhere and see a lot of other stuff. I look back at the tree only to see it is a dog now but this makes sense to me because it is half, like the tree. I feel really sorry for this half dog and can see inside his halved intestines and think about if the other half will still connect and if he will be OK. Then there is a girl there and she is upset at the dog being halved. She yells “this is all your fault!” Me: “He’ll be ok don’t worry so much.” “you don’t understand he’s just a DOG!” Me: “We’ll get his parts and he’ll be ok!” I then take the half body outside and put it down gently. I go back inside but no one is in there now, there was a guy around too but he didn’t say anything. I went outside again confused and the dog was walking around! He only had 3 legs but at least he was improving!

I see some similarities to other dreams I have been having. “be ok don’t worry so much” were the words from another dream a few days ago. I will heed my subconscious’ warning and not worry so much.

Edit: 2/25/2011
I walked inside a building the other day I heard a girl yell "It'll be OK don't worry so much" to her friend. I was shocked by this and hurriedly walked around a corner and did a RC! I have been hearing this statement so much lately, dreams and waking life.

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Feb 25, 2011

Dream 1: Paris

I am riding my bicycle in the area I lived as a kid. It was a boring ride and I thought how I could be doing other things. I saw a vision of being in a part of France. I thought this at least looked promising and chose it and then was there. Me and some DC friends walked around. I walked away from them up to a theater looking place and a guy came out and told me how we could walk around and my friend could be safe. A force-field could be extended from the theater and balled around my friend but he couldn’t go too far like that. The guy was waiting for me to answer him so I looked off in the distance to my right before answering only to look back and see that he had vanished. I realized he was a DC and taking your attention from them they vanish; no prob. I ran off to my buddies who were still there. They were by a wide river like the Seine of Paris looking around and a couple were looking at a map or something. In the distance over some buildings I saw a tower and a little something that looked like the Eiffel tower but a lot shorter.
We looked around and found a sandwich shop. You made sandwiches yourself like a salad bar. I made an egg omelet sandwich [hey this is actually a great idea]. The guy behind me was a local and was going crazy with all the different condiments he was putting on his huge submarine-like sandwich. He showed me all the things and ways to put is all on a “fixin” like this.

The dream ended but I refused to wake up and…

Dream 2: Purse Throwing Contest

I was in a Caribbean country and the locals were betting on the hotly contested local favorite pocketbook throwing contest! I saw a tall skinny guy throw a purse at this big white painted board and then go pick it up, he had just finished the round. Then they all set their bets again and the pocketbooks started to be thrown one at a time, each guy trying to hit this big white painted piece of plywood with black numbers painted on the top from 100 to 170. The numbers were out of order making the game harder. The guy I was watching threw a big pocketbook that was white with yellow, red, and green floral patterns on it, it looked so out of place in his hands. He hit 120 which was right next to the 170 and he and his supporters all went “OH!” and he slumped down with a smile disappointed, while his opponents and their supporters laughed.

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This took place a few years ago maybe 2006.

Background: I am white and American and have had black friends but that's about it.

My dream had me as a young man about 21 walking on a typical street with my guy friends. I knew I was black and I could see my hands and also felt this was a dream. I knew my friends and all their peculiar aspects that make people different. I felt the freedom of dreaming and knowing it and being white and yet never being able to shout the word I did so now, "Yo nigga! Nigga nigga nigga!" My friends looked at me like I was really stupid like "whats your damage?" That was not what I expected, as a white person you come to fear that word lest you start a fight or be branded a racist. My friends continued walking down the street more discussing some crazy things this guy did. I was looking around at street lamps and random stuff so I could see the world through a black mans eyes, of course there was no difference. Then I started to float above my friends and looked down at them as one of them was getting all animated telling this story.
Then I was in a nice house, I was the same person and felt the same. My coat was no longer on and I was wearing a childish looking striped shirt and I was in a bedroom, my bedroom. I recognized it and yet knew I had never seen it before. I walked out of the room to look around. In the hallway a my sister [never seen this girl before and yes she was a black attractive girl maybe in her mid teens] came out of a room and started yelling stuff at me, she was really angry. I had never seen this girl before so I just stood there thinking of how strange this was getting. She stopped and waited for me to say something but before I could my mom walked in [yes another person I never have laid eyes on], "What is going on in here?" My sister yelled a lot that I was doing something to upset her. I was starting to identify with my new self and didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to say the wrong thing and make things worse. This was getting intense and I could feel my dad [he was a quiet guy but large, the strong silent type but the mom ran the show, and yes he is unknown to me, as a white man anyways.] My sister on a rampage yelled "BUT MOM???" I felt I had to get out of there and the dream, or whatever it was, faded. I woke up happy to be out of there but glad I had a new appreciation for the Afro-American experience.

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2/18/2011

Mall Hospital

All one long dreaming marathon, I'd conservatively guess at an hour in duration.

Its night and I am flying around over some highways. [I find myself doing this often, I fly following the highway, this often turns into a driving dream.] I see a shipping port off to left and for some reason think that Superman's evil friends are coming into town. Then they are supposed to be in the car I am in. Then I imagine they are shooting lasers out their eyes at the under part of the over pass but I know they aren’t really here at all.

I am exploring in a building. There is no one in there but imagine there is and I am fighting them, almost like how a kid imagines that his action figures are real. I hide behind this and that and throw a flask of exploding oil. I feel that I would have won at this point and leave through the double doors.
I am in a mall like place with a lot of different people, hundreds, of all ages. I walk around and see some places that look like hospital rooms and those hospital desks where the professionals sit and do their work.

This huge mall hospital had a children’s section which I found after much walking. I saw one boy looking up at a hanging mobile. It was a colorful fish I thought. I saw water dripping from it and thought it might be the air conditioner moisture dripping down or the boy has a secret stash of liquid explosives up there dripping because of a leak! I liked the second idea and started looking around for a bomb. Bored, I walked outside after a little walking around looking in potted plants and stuff.

There was a large parking lot out here. I walked onto a grassy median and saw a penny on the ground and being a penny collector I bent to pick it up when I saw 2 more, then 2 more. They were covered in dirt and I could feel the grains of dirt between the pennies and thought I could clean them later. There were some teens boy and girl talking and flirting by their car who were caught off guard by me. I hoped I didn’t look like a dork picking up pennies off the ground.

Dreamy Feelings
Napping

I closed my eyes to rest a bit but did not want to become fooled by the deception of dreaming. Each time I would start to dream I'd catch it and come back to just being in darkness. I came to see that I really liked the feeling of letting go and letting my dreaming entertain me. This became the feeling I was fighting. It would be like being in a really good movie and trying to avoid it dragging you in. After about ten minutes of this I woke up surprisingly refreshed.

I am feeling there is a big entertainment quality to our dreams, that we need to some extent, this may be what is so refreshing about sleeping. It felt like my consciousness was a heavy load that I could put down and rest from. This feeling is in opposition to the euphoria of LDing. Its like saying you can't enjoy the play if you're its director. Still I will find a way to reliably become the regular director on a regular basis. It may just take denial of the seductive pleasures of letting go and letting the dreamy feeling entertain you.

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2/17/2011
There is some kind of indoor fair and people are setting up tables. I have no idea how I got here or where here is but IO figure to go along with stuff and set up a table too. When I go to help set up another table I feel chilly and realize I am wearing a thong bathing suit!

I look down at it and try to act like I am not looking. Then I am like "well I am going to act like I want to so I don't seem like a fool. And maybe the ladies will like it."
I walk around and there are other rooms just like this one with fold out tables with nothing on them. Then I am outside in a fake looking park, it looks like a computer generated picture of a park. There is a tree which I think is nice and then a female lion jumps out of it but she is nice but I still jump up on a table just in case. I walk around some more.
I wake up
but do not move and I am fast asleep back inside the table place. I think about this place and what is here since this place is pretty boring. Then the female lion is back and I jump up on the table. She is aggressive to me and I think “what could defeat this lion? A bear.” Then my hands are huge bear paws and I knock her half lunge away with a swat. They look too strange to me having bear paws attached to human arms. Then I am becoming a whole bear, like a huge black grizzly. The lion lunges again and I hit her, and though it only feels like a slight slap, it sends the lion flying to the ground hard, she looks up hissing at me, beaten.

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This is part of my effort to electronically record some of my older and more memorable dreams. I put these into a document then cut&past to DV. This one is as of yet undated but I am thinking 1999.

I am in a dark meeting room where everything is old wood like some old British library but this is a small room with a long table that can fit about 10 people. I am alone in the room and and walk around to explore a bit. There is a nice old grandfather clock in a nice wooden cabinet that catches my attention.
Then to my right, while still admiring the old clock, comes a person and to my astonishment it is me! He is followed by 9 other me's! They come from the right and the left! I feel there is an overriding part of me in this controlling some stuff here for me. I go to a seat at the table as we all do. I sit down in a seat I know that I should be sitting in and look at all these other me's. They all look the same but I can tell they are all very different and all of them have a different self view. They are all me yet all different me's! They have all come from their different lives and are all here to discuss somethings. I really want to hear what is going to be discussed! There is a head me who sits at the right far end and just takes charge. I am impressed by his take charge manner as I was in no way like that then. We all know he is the leader here. I marvel at how I am sitting at a table where everyone looks like me! He wastes no time and starts to talk and though I can tell this is his intro I can only hear "rrarr rarr arr arra arra." I am furious that this is somehow being blocked from me. I try to keep the dream alive but feel like I am being pushed out of it. I am pushed into darkness and wake up.

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2/16/2011

Nonlucid

There is a black van speeding then abruptly stopping in front of a store in a mini mall. The store looks out-of-business with no signs in the windows. Out of the van jump a few members of a swat team and the local Mayor [no mayor I have ever seen]. The portly Mayor runs with the team into the store and leave the driver out in the van. Once inside the police go into a smaller room like an office room and the door closes behind them but the Mayor is out in the larger part of the store turned warehouse. There are washers and driers inside like its all in storage. The Mayor now by himself starts pacing and wiping his face in fear of it all. There is some kind of hostage situation he is being protected from. The Mayor in a panic starts talking to himself but without making any noise while the police are in the room listening to their radios.
Outside in the van the driver fears one of the bad guys may be scoping him out and calls for backup over the radio.
The biggest cop (nearly 7 feet tall) comes out catching the Mayor silently talking to himself an gives the Mayor a big pat on the shoulder as if to say "It'll be OK, don't worry so much." then he goes outside.

This whole dream was very random and very vivid. I attribute the vividness to the peanut better I am eating. I've heard this works from one of DVs threads and it sure is for me.