false awakening

I had a dream that I was going to watch Peter Pan the musical and they needed a Tinkerbell so someone dragged me out of the audience and asked if I would do it. I didn't have a chance to agree before I was thrown into a costume and told to react like her (she didn't have any lines). So the whole play I'm just kinda jumping around like a maniac hoping my wig won't fall off. Weird.

I feel like a crazy person.
More obsessed than the average,
I hate hearing your name.
I hate being reminded of what
I can't have !

Only time I'm at peace is when Im
Dreamin of havin you the
Way i wanna have you.

I love to do the things I can't do
Or say to you while I'm awake.

Like kiss ya lips, tell you how
Beautiful you are, or how much
Ya eyes sparkle & how I enjoy
Ya smile.

They should never sell you at risk
Of how addictin your aura would be.
You can make the devil change his ways,
One of a kind.

I'm almost fortunate not to have you,
I would hate to destroy you.
Everything I come in contact w/
Fleas from my arms at first chance.

I'll admire you but from a far.

I once read love isn't about posession,
If you love somethin let it bloom.

So bloom my queen !
Bloom ��������

The scene is set with me sitting on my couch, playing an Xbox, (particularly odd as I do not have an Xbox), and playing a random Call Of Duty game. I felt quite nostalgic as I had not touched CoD for a long long time. As I was playing I got more and more engrossed in the game, and then suddenly I found myself in the game.

In the game, I was playing in a large multiplayer game, with other soldiers being controlled by other players, however as the dream went on and on, it felt like a much more realistic experience, as though I was actually at war.

Despite it being a multiplayer room, I had a clear mission. There were hostages, and I was there to liberate them. I opted to choose a completely stealth path instead of busting in guns blazing. I spent the first portion of the dream running around fighting other players when I could do so safely, and making my way behind enemy lines. I came upon a treacherous path which was entirely underground and completely riddled with traps. I remember being extremely cautious and feeling the anxiety that came along with that situation. I would sneak along, dodging or disarming traps wherever I could. As I came to the end, I found a large group of soldiers patrolling and decided not to fight them, instead opting to exit the underground path. As I left, the sunlight felt warm and welcome on my skin, and due to the darkness of the path I had just come through, it took a little bit for my vision to adjust. I came out from the underground path into a large stone courtyard with a fountain fixture in the middle.

I decided to sneak around the outside, by the wall and the shadows. I looked across and saw a bunch of enemy soldiers lined up, and it was then that I remembered I had an RPG with me, and I regretted not using it on the earlier group of soldiers. I jumped and fired it, but it missed and did not harm any of them. All this served to do was alert them to the fact that somebody was near. I ran back to the side of a building and found a few dead bodies of my comrades, so I lied down among them and pretended to be dead. I had combat goggles on so they were unable to see my eyes, which allowed me to watch them as they approached. I tried to stay as still and calm as I could, but I remember being absolutely overcome with fear and started to panic. As they drew nearer I realised there was no way they would not notice me and that my only chance would be to surprise them with a fight. I had only one pistol with me and no other weapons. I took a moment to calm myself, and then jumped up and aimed every shot and fired my one little pistol. I managed to hit headshots on each person I fired at, which thinned out the group and gave me a chance. As I started to run around and try to devise an escape route, there was a point that I jumped and aimed my gun at someone and then the dream froze as I thought.

"Okay this is absolutely ridiculous. I am definitely dreaming."

That was it, I didn't even perform an RC or need to in order to convince myself, I just knew.

At that point I woke up and sat up straight away and chuckled to myself, I was in my bed and found the whole thing a little ridiculous. I then got up, got a snack and went to the bathroom.

That's all I remember of the dream.

"BUT WAIT" you say. "HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WAS A FALSE AWAKENING IF YOU ATE AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM?!"

Only later when I actually woke did I realise it was a false awakening because I wasn't even sleeping at my house. I was having an afternoon nap at my girlfriend's place.

The moral of this story is to always, always check if you have actually woken up. Something I've tried to get into the habit of.

I can't sleep.
One of those night's I guess,
Why can't my life be a romance story?

Why can't I end up w/ the one I adore so bad and why doesn't she notice me?

Why do she overlook the way I crave to have her both physically and mentally.

Why can't we piss each other off to the point of almost seperating then I win her over w/ a sweet apology that sweeps her off her feet?

Im in the wrong era looking for something that doesn't exist.

Movies aren't real I guess

that's what hurts.

Reality is what's real

& what's real is that life doesn't always work in your favor.

The harsh reality of life !

I'm walking underneath a tree, its a willow tree I think. Theres a bench behind the tree and a Donnovan is staring at the ground. I remember feeling as if I'm being pulled from the dream. I try to anchor myself and succeed. Although I feel more like a ghost in the dream vs actually being there. Donnovan gets up and walks over to where I'm standing by the tree. He stops in front of me. He seems to be focusing on something, then he looks up and I can feel myself being pulled to him. Then I get this intense feeling, like whenever you try to breath but your heart is beating so fast that your body won't let you take a deep enough breath. Anyways, everything goes black and I sit there in the darkness.

Note to self: This lucid dream was actually on Tuesday April 12th

Alrighty, I've decided that from this point forwards, I will dream journal my lucid's here on Dreamviews. I want to be more active, but writing all my dreams here wouldn't realistically happen. I'm writing this more to myself then you (whoever you are), because once it's on the internet I will feel accountable.

I have a false awakening in which I walk downstairs and sit down in the chair in my living room. I promptly feel as though I've pooped myself. This is disgusting, and at the time it felt as though it was real. I panic and run to the bathroom and try to clean my underwear. I finally get them somewhat clean and start to put them back on to discover that my shirt and pants, which in the dream were on my body, had fallen off and into the toilet bowl. I grab my old and ratty beach towel - which I realize shouldn't be in the downstairs bathroom - and wrap myself up in it. I scoop up my clothes and run upstairs. I'm still not lucid, and I'm worried someone will see me running, wrapped up in a beach towel carrying sopping wet toilet clothes. No one does. I go into my bedroom and notice everything is both open and empty; my water bottle, my paint tubes, the drawers and the dresser. Every item that can hold contents is both open and empty. I think in the dream that I've been robbed. I'm exasperated at this point. How could my morning go so terribly wrong? I'm so close to lucidity at this point, when I notice one item is not empty. It's a DS game box on my desk, which is odd in itself, holding two Pokemon games. I don't own two Pokemon games in real life, and I'm finally jolted lucid. I'm also miraculously clothed again, but that doesn't register until I wake up. I plug my nose and stand there, breathing through it and staring at my dresser. I eventually realize that being able to breathe through my plugged nose means I must be dreaming. I'm still not fully lucid. To double check and confirm I am dreaming, I try the thumb-through-hand reality check. I've nose-plug reality checked dozens of times, but the thumb one I've always avoided. It's never worked for me before the few times I've tried, and kind of grosses me out. In the moment, however, I felt like I needed more confirmation I was dreaming. I closed my eyes, held my breath and pushed my right thumb through remarkably realistic skin, flesh and between my hand bones. I yanked it out, and felt the urge to check my hands to see whether or not I'd wounded myself. There was no hole or wound in my palm, but both hands looked slightly bloody.
Finally aware of my dreaming state, I try to remember the Task of the Month. This month was the first time I'd really decided to attempt them. All I could recall of the "eat an object that isn't edible" task was "eat", so I walked down to the kitchen, a surprising logical thing to do considering the illogical things I'd done so far. I found that there were huge signs hanging from the ceiling advertising sales as though my kitchen was a grocery store, which I focused on to keep my lucid. My family starts pestering me, speaking mostly gibberish and nonsensical things like "What are you doing filling the swimming pool up there?" and speaking it all with a tone that implied an insult. I open the fridge and grab a block of cheese, but wake up before I can eat it. I'm pretty disappointed I didn't become lucid sooner, given all the ridiculous things that happened, and that I couldn't remember the task in it's entirety. On the bright side, it was a wonderfully vivid dream and I was much better at focusing on my surroundings to stay lucid and stable.

Hey everyone! Got a new entry and this time I was actually lucid for a bit, but only at the very end. This entry is the lead up to the lucidity and what happened during it.

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The very first thing I remember was climbing to the very top of an extremely tall tower, it was well above the clouds. The only way to get up was by a winding staircase wrapped around the outside of it. As I reached the top I looked down and took in the sight. I remember noting that the tower was a bit strange, and I realised that it was all entirely made of cubes, like blocks. The best equivalent would be to compare it to the 8-bit style of Minecraft. At the top of the tower, I looked around and realised that some of the steps that I had climbed up were blocks made entirely of glass, so that one could see completely through them.

There was only one room, which was at the very top and was surprisingly dull. Inside was entirely gray, aside from again, some glass blocks in amongst the wall. It was night time at this point. I was very aware that I was there for a reason, and I was under the impression I was there to solve some form of puzzle. The situation reminded me of those kinds of games where the entire game is based around progressing to the next level by solving clues or riddles. At any rate, I became very swiftly frustrated with the whole thing and I left soon afterwards, and here is where the dream jumps.

In the next scene, I was attempting to get to a location that was unknown to me, and to do so I had to walk through a winding path. As I started walking along, these strange white robots popped up that were on tracks set to only go certain ways. I realised as I got closer to them that I was not supposed to be near them, as my vision went almost entirely red, in the same sense that it does when you are taking damage in a lot of video games. I began the work of manoeuvring through the path, avoiding he robots by ducking behind objects or by taking advantage of their pathing.

At the end of the robot path, I was surprised with what I found next, and it was at this point that I began to feel a little bit suspicious of the dream. I had just gone through an action sequence and what I found at the end of it was..... The outdoor food court of a random mall. Sitting at a table was a friend of mine who apparently just happened to be there. She immediately waved me over so I sat down to eat. There was food suddenly in front of me which confused me, and I asked her what way the bathrooms were. She pointed, I turned around and noticed the male bathroom. As I was looking, the male bathroom disappeared completely, and was quickly replaced with the female bathroom. I commented on the oddity to which the dream friend replied:

"Yeah things can get a bit weird in dreams sometimes, hey?"

At this point I understood I was in a dream and I felt it start to slip. I tried to hold onto it but I suddenly found myself in bed and awake. I am unsure of whether I did a reality check to make sure it wasn't a false awakening, but I am chalking that down to something to work on. Make sure I check for FAs!

A Dream Character attempted to convince me that the moon landings were not faked because Kerbal Space Program exists.

I then dreamed that I was a space probe in orbit around the moon and I was wondering if I could leave or if anyone would come back for me. There was something to do with seeing something left over from the Apollo missions on the surface, I think that was my mission, to photograph them. This actually went on for quite a long time. I think at least three orbits around the moon. With each orbit I adjusted to get a little closer to the moon.

It wasn't a boring dream, but it was just one that moved slow and was quiet. I felt sort of sad that I was the soul of a space probe and I was probably never going to get back home, but to some extent I didn't care because I figured I could appreciate the beauty of space.

...

Someone had re-arranged furniture in my room. There was all of these new shelves and my desk was missing. It was a false awakening situation.

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I was on vacation with my family somewhere. I remember some white SUV took our space. I became lucid somehow and decided to destroy the thing. I remember the scene changed to my backyard only the whole backyard was paved over like a parking lot. I decided that this would be a stress releaser, a sort of meditation in destruction of a dream. This perfect new white car vs me. It was a dream after all, and I could destroy this with no repercussions.

I remember I kicked in the side. It dented the side door and the car slid away sideways making a tire squealing sound. I ran back to it, and toor the side view mirror off, and smashed it through the windshield. I then went and tore the front hood off, rolled it up into a spike and used the rolled up front hood to stab the cars' internals.

I think the destruction went on for quite awhile, but I don't recall exactly how I went about it after those parts. Just that when I was finished, all that was left was four wheels sitting there comedically and car parts scattered around the backyard. Then some DCs came. My mom said that she was teaching an auto shop class and that she and her students wanted premission to fix the car for their exam.

I started helping them gather up the parts and organize them when I lost the dream.

-WBTB-

I was with these other people. We were making a movie that we were going to put on Youtube about lucid dreaming. There was this other guy there, another lucid dreamer. I remember he had dirty blonde hair that was really long and straight as well as facial hair. He was a little bit taller than me and not wearing any shirt.

I remember we walked into the road and we were talking about something. Then a car came speeding down the road and I jumped and grabbed a tree branch that was hanging above the road. I looked down and saw that I was two or three stories up. The guy asked how I got up there. I said that I didn't know and I came back down.

I got curious and the next time a car came down the road, I kicked it. It flew off onto the sky and had a little ding like when Team Rocket blasts off. What do these dreams have against cars?

He then said something about lucid dreaming. This prompted both of us to do RCs. I did a nose pinch and became lucid. I think the other guy became OneUp, but he still had long hair. He had the shirt with the transformers logo from his avatar. That's what made me think it was him. I think he shouted 'Awesome!, a Lucid!' and proceeded to snap his fingers. There was a poof of white smoke, like a magic trick, and a motorcycle appeared. He then snapped his finger a second time and made a girl appear, who was wearing a leather jacket and had long brown hair. He got onto the motorcycle and the girl got on and held onto him and they rode off.

I wasn't super terribly lucid because I stayed up late last night, so as usual, I defaulted to 'Let's Fly'. I knelt down in the middle of the road. I swear the 'Man of Steel' flying music started playing. I remember (since the dream was supposed to be a movie) it had a cinematic vibe to it. I would sometimes get third person views. I got one and saw that there were two circles of wind around me (still knelt down in the road). The inside one rotating clockwise, the outside rotating counter-clockwise, that picked up leaves and gravel from the road.

I then shot off into the sky. I was flying quite fast, and the inertia picked up quickly. I've done high speed flying on my fire jets before. Like they have in the past, they spooled up and sounded like the scream of a jet turbine. I remember I curved up and started flying so fast there was a shock-heating cone around my body. I flew through a huge thunderhead cloud and the wake of my flight was enough to blow apart the entire storm in a giant sideways tornado.

I lost the dream around here. I think I continued to visualize flying off into space at light speed but nothing happened.

Frag +0.5
Non Lucid Dream +1
RC +1
DILD (x2=15)
Super Strength (Car Destruction, 5)
Advanced Flying (Supersonic, 10)
Meet Teammate (OneUp, 7)

Total: 39.5

DILD#1-I know I caught a FA. The next thing I remember is that I was flying through the air trying to transform into a dolphin. I found a dolphin and was trying to phase into it but nothing was working. I woke up.

DILD#2-I woke up and walked to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Something seemed off, though so I decided to go into the backyard into the night and jump as a reality check. To my surprise, I flew. Looking for solid objects to phase through, I flew to the roof of a building. I found an interesting checkerboard wall that had squares of see through wood. I made sure it was solid by knocking on it before going through. I then flew into a nearby bay where I saw some dolphins before I woke up.

DILD#3-I woke up and did a nose plug to find I could breathe. I went outside and starting thinking about how I could control time. I went out the door and rotated my forefinger counter-clockwise to reverse time which worked. I then rotated my finger the other way while leaning backwards. This caused me to speed out the door without any effort. I flew to find a nice open are by a pool. I put my hand behind my back to summon a dolphin, making sure it was big enough. I ended up summoning a sort of dolphin-eel hybrid. It was plenty big, about 10-15 feet in length. I woke up.

DILD#4-I woke up and tried to breathe through my nose but couldn't. Still, something seemed off so I got up to go to the kitchen to find the layout of the house was different. I see a person who sees me and says "Okay. This guy has been sitting here with a match all day long." I was trying to figure out what he meant by this when I woke up.

So, I was taking a nap and I was dreaming that I was part of a TV show. then I remember waking up in my room, (I actually hadn't woken up, because I was having a False Awakening.) So I remember going by the window and I saw my friends buying some sandwiches. So I went down and bought a sandwich too, (And let me tell you, it was Delicious! I never had dream food before but now I recommend it 100% xD)
Then I woke up. Though with an empty stomach because in reality I hadn't eaten anything at all. XD

Really potent dream state. I had been drinking at a party that night, but I had still never experienced dreaming quite like this, alcohol or no. There was no REM rebound either, dreaming began almost immediately.

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Lying back into the hammock, still a little intoxicated from the party, I begin to drift into sleep. I am in a room off to the side with some other people who have turned in for the night, while in the lounge room a small group of party-goers keep going strong. My eyes shut, the music doesn't bother me.

I am flying over a fantastical modern city. Huge buildings stretch up into the sky, incredibly detailed. The way my three dimensional perspective shifts is incredibly realistic. As I have experienced before, the movement itself causes the visuals to solidify rapidly.

I am wandering through this dreamworld. I find myself in a penthouse apartment of sorts. There are many well-dressed, influential people here. Some hold glasses of champagne, others speak in hushed tones. It seems that there is an event of some description on. The rooms are vast and the decor minimalist. I am definitely amongst the upper echelon of society, but there are distinct underworld currents here and powerful ones at that. Women in stunning dresses sip at cocktails, a man deals cards at a table, and there are people coming and going from an oriental meeting room. I try to peer inside but the security is eyeing me suspiciously.

I wander into a side room. There are people here being 'sold' for exorbitant amounts of money, but they are all very keen to be here. There's roughly half a dozen of them, dressed in white robes, male and female and all glamourously beautiful. They aren't slaves or prostitutes as such, more like high-status consorts whose loyalty is bought, trophies to be displayed. There are a few people bidding here. By entering the room, I have unwittingly entered myself in the auction, but I am not at all dressed or prepared for such an event. A price is named for me. It is low compared to the others, but still in figures that I could not expect to see in my lifetime.

A pixie-eyed man, one of the actual party-goers from the waking world, leans over and speaks to me.
"Not bad at all, but I will attract a much higher sum."
He did, of course. He wasn't gloating so much as stating fact, this was their profession.
"What other purpose is there to life than to be as beautiful and glamourous as possible?" He believed that it only made sense for everyone to aspire to this ideal.

It was then that I had a 'false awakening' in the apartment. I get out of the hammock and stagger into the lounge room. The party-goers are still up, awake and energetic, but very aware that they are dreaming.
"This is what we do," the pixie-eyed man explained. "We go out exploring this world at night. We thought that as you were here, we would try to wake you up as well."
It had worked for me, but all the others who had turned in early were still sleeping in the room I had left. They were too deeply asleep to be pulled into the dream.

They began to explain that they went by aliases while dreaming to protect their physical identities. It made sense to me, except that the pixie-eyed man had been making quite the name for himself as a rogue lucid-awakener by the name 'Anderson'. I got the Matrix reference. It seemed he had been pulling a lot of people into his dream adventures recently. I recalled seeing his name at an earlier time, somewhere in another dream, and warned him to be careful.

It was too late. Eyes were already upon him and his group. An illuminati-style organisation had taken interest in his activities and decided to put a stop to them. Their methods involved misleading and blinding individuals with familiar glamours. They wouldn't even know that they had been restricted to only existing within their own personal dreamworlds.

We had to flee, running out into the corridors. Desperately trying to escape the clutch of our pursuers. The party was split, we were forced to break up into smaller groups and head out into different directions. But we kept getting lost, funnelled only down the paths that the organisation dictated. And then we would awake again in that lounge room. Lights off, only two of us this time. We'd look at each other and run out into the hallways. Awakened again, this time a couple of others. We were all confused, scared, frightened. Awake again, and again, and then I opened my eyes.

I was physically awake this time, lying in the hammock. The very people I had been dreaming about were in the lounge room outside, dancing and doing shots. But I could't hold onto my waking awareness and fell back beneath the waves. Awake again, same lounge room, but this time I was alone.
I ran out into the hallway, none from the group in sight. I followed the paths through the building desperately, and finally this time I came to a location I had not seen before. The hall curved around into a room with an alcove and a tall window looking out over the cloud-shrouded buildings beyond. The city I had seen as I flew over it at the beginning of my journey.

I stopped, looking out over the breath-taking view. I became aware of two figures that had been waiting here. One was a man, silent, clothed and hooded in black robes. I had a sensation of knowing him, a name; the Angel. The other was a man in a simple work suit. He was from the organisation, or at least knew of my predicament. It appeared they had been speaking before my arrival. The man from the organisation approached me and began to converse with me. He explained that given the circumstances, I would be free to go.

The dream shifted and time was lost. I found myself walking through a busy train station. There were escalators and shops, commuters going to and from platforms. I wandered around, perhaps keeping an eye out for anyone I may know, but I needed no goods or transport.

1. (semi Lucid)
I had just sat up in bed(False awakening). I sat there for a second just looking around. My lights were still off and my old blue nightlight that I used to use years ago was on(It's always on in my dreams). This gave my room a glowing blue appearance, like I commonly see in my recurring dream where my entire house is glowing blue. I get out of bed and stand up. My door is open which is odd because I always close it. I have no idea what time it is but I can hear my parents so I know they are awake. I walk out of my room and stop right in the middle of the hallway. It's really dark. There are no lights on in the house except for the light in my parents bedroom, which I can see through the spaces of their door.
I then walk into the restroom which is literally 2 or 3 steps away from where I'm standing and I flip the light switch to turn on the light. A very very dim orange light turns on, as luminous as a small nightlight. "This happens all of the time in my dreams" I say out loud frustrated with the lights. I go to the opposite end of the restroom and flip the light switch to the other light. It turns on, but once again it is very dim and the light itself is blue. Suddenly the two lights fade quickly and seconds later I find myself standing in complete darkness. "I could be dreaming right now for sure" I say out loud. I then start feeling this creepy vibe, as if someone is in the restroom with me. The restroom door is still open, but barely any light is coming in.
The creepy vibe gets stronger and stronger to the point where I just leave the restroom. Just as I am about to do a reality check my dad opens his door. "Dad the lights aren't working" I tell him. "Again?" he says "Alright let me fix them." He then pulls out some tools out of thin air and we go into my room. He places the tools on my bed and then goes into the restroom to unscrew the light bulbs and takes them out. He goes back into my room, sits on my bed, and starts working on the lights trying to fix them.

D₁-I was at my sisters TKD school watching people break cement plates (with their fingertips, heel kicks, etc.) whenever I decided it looked fun so I started screwing around and breaking some. There was this metal wall with parts of it had hollow cement plates so you could work on accuracy, thinking it'd be interesting to see if I could actually break the cement plates I started fingertip thrusting and bladder striking the plates out of their socket. The plates wouldn't break but would fly out and spin like crazy in the air. My sisters instructor asked me if I wanted to actually go to the class and I was feeling happy-go-lucky so I agreed. He started showing me how to stretch for a 180° round kick. He kept repeating, slow and steady, slow and steady.

Dream skip

D₂-I visited a church I went to as a child and started going to the youth group regularly (even though I'm in college). My friend's brother, Jacob, started to sit beside me whenever I came. One day (mind you this is all a dream) a girl started hanging all over him before our bible session started and he looked over at me with a *please help me she won't get off* kinda look. Feelin bad for the guy I walked over and said," Oh hey mind if I borrow him for a bit, his boyfriend texted me the other day and you know how catty he can get if he's given the silent treatment for too long." The girl scrunched her face up into the ugliest, snobbiest look a person could possibly make and got up out of his lap (she had previously straddled him). Jacob's face was bright pink the whole time.

Morning of April 6, 2016. Wednesday.



In my dream, there is a vague awareness of something in our ceiling where we presently live on W Street; perhaps two bicycles, or perhaps (eventually, relating to a shift) only two bicycle wheels. It is almost abstract and hard for me to discern in my shifting levels of awareness.

Soon, I am carried “back” to my bed by a very small helicopter that is gray and almost transparent. It actually is not even big enough to have carried me if this had been implied to be a real event. I am slightly puzzled as it flies off through the ceiling (as if passing through it like a “ghost”) without causing any damage either coming in or going out. The word “phasing” comes to mind as I am aware that is what happened.

Even after recording and decoding dream after dream for about fifty years, I still continue to be intrigued by the seemingly countless ways the waking transition is rendered in metaphor, this being a component of “resolved flight” (as in contrast to “failed flight” or simply “falling”). The most natural transition from a dream is simply the falling experience (and coalescence is probably second). Over time, because of the development of so-called civilization, dreams became more and more complex. What used to be just falling has now developed into thousands of variations, using flight symbols of various types and other associations, even the altered perspective of watching something else flying or falling near the waking stage, from airplanes to kites to penguins out of their environment (a hybrid symbol of the “failed flight” component) to meteors to even flying snakes and flying saucers. In addition, other forms of “displacement” and waking are often rendered, from going up or down staircases or in elevators, skiing, climbing, and so on, and sometimes with very unusual combinations.

Here, there is also the implied liminal space of something above the ceiling (between sleeping and waking); a bicycle, which is also a type of flight symbol as clearly explained in other entries. A helicopter is an obvious flight symbol and has particular associations as do all flight symbols including symbols that have wings but do not fly. A helicopter’s rotor is analogous to a tornado (essence of the Source and higher consciousness) due to its spinning motion and as a result, can be linked to the Merkaba as a “vehicle” to higher levels of awareness. Here though, the helicopter is greatly downsized, gray, and almost transparent (and even a bit sketchy). My dream was not very vivid. Still, I did not “fall”, but was “returned” to my bed by this curious little vehicle, the “middleman” in this case.

WILDed before sleep - lots of sinking sensations and sensations of moving around.

1) I was stood at the back of my house with a work colleague. I was pointing with a stick at some overhead power lines showing him where there was a fault, he asked about a church in the distance I knew he was looking for a house locally and was thinking about converting it. We went into the lounge and I introduced him to our neighbour who has converted an old building and now lived in it. Then I was walking back down a corridor past my guitar and turned the corner, I loked back and the guitar had started playing itself, I knew that something supernatural was happening. I woke in my bed and saw the guitar standing by the wall in my bedroom, I knew immediately that I was still dreaming. I wanted to look at my hand to check that but couldn't move, although I just caught sight of my hand and it wasn't right. I thought that if I couldn't move I would try to OBE so concentrated on trying to move upwards, that didn't work. I tried to sit up - that was hard work! but I managed it, then I tried to move my legs, that was really difficult, I moved them and swung around, my body felt very difficult to control and feather light. My legs sort of floated down on top of my wife and I was worried I might wake her up. I was stuck by my pelvis, so I sort of flopped my legs and head down over the side of the bed thinking that I might just drop down onto the floor. I could see the carpet. Nothing happened I was still stuck by my pelvis. At this point it was such hard work and I was feeling very strange so I returned properly to my body and woke myself up.

2) I was on the phone to a DV friend. She insisted on talking in her own language and I couldn't understand a word, I think she thought it was funny, eventually she started talking in English. We had something to discuss, and I said it was nice to hear her voice and we said goodbye.

3) I was with a work colleague from many years ago when I was 20. We got in the lift together at a hotel, someone else got in and we went to the ground floor. I went to a bog desk to pick up a jumper, I was going with a big group of people out on a trip and had to be with them by 9am. I asked for my jumper and was told to wait. I looked at my watch and it was already 9.45. I saw the queu of people behind me being served. the lady was giving out suitcases and polishing them up for the other customers. I gave up waiting, but had missed the trip. The I was in a sort of nightclub type room there was a dog there, I cuddled it and noticed that it had a serious head injury and a maggot was crawling out of the injury. I asked and was told that the vet had already seen it and given antibiotics. I wake through to another room in the hotle. There were people around the room selling services, I remembered that there was a list given out before listing all the things that would be there. I read the notice in front of a stall - I couldn't understand what it was all about and asked the man there as it looked like he was selling drugs, he insisted that he wasn't but I still couldn't understand exactly what he was selling.