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Morning of December 8, 2014. Monday.



This is possibly the first time I have dreamt of such an event, at least in such a vivid way and over a longer time period (my dream being quite long). Even though it is a natural disaster dream, there is a feeling of continual interest and excitement though I am not lucid. The imagery, especially at the end, is quite attractive.

I am not sure where my wife and family and I are living. It seems to be in La Crosse but in an area I have not actually ever lived in reality - it seems like it is likely to be a certain part of Wood Street. Our front yard seemingly faces the west. After a time, a sandstorm approaches from the east. We are firstly indoors. Over time, there are at least four waves. At one point, I hold onto our youngest daughter to help keep the sand from her eyes and to stop her from wandering off.

We are outside with other people at the front of our house, which we use for protection from the strong wind and dust at times. A powerful “wave” of sand approaches and knocks the roof off the house to the right of ours. Also, cars and buses are being carried through the air and dropped a fair distance away. Our house is not damaged in any way even though most others are in the immediate area.

The scenes are rendered very realistically for the most part, except for the appearance of the sky at the end, which is slightly surreal, though I do feel a sense of peace and bliss. At one point, we walk more towards the east (by about three blocks) for some reason, and I look up to see that the sky is filled with very small glowing clouds, sort of trapezoidal in shape and mostly equidistant and in at least eight rows. There are no signs of anymore dust clouds or indication of threat. Daylight is somewhat visible as if it is near dawn.

“It looks like the storm is over,” I say, and an unknown neighbor agrees.

It is possible that my dream signified “shifting my thoughts” in certain ways in preparation for enhanced dream work in 2015. After all, a sandstorm does change the landscape somewhat, the resulting sand dunes being in different locations after the event.

#387 - DILD - 5:32AM

I went to be late at midnight and had planned to take Galantamine at WBTB around 4AM, but at 2AM I had a horrible nightmare that made me think about the waking life implications. I have been taking 5-HTP pre-bed for depression and it's really been giving me powerful vivid dreams, though non-lucid. I was actually excited to see how Galantamine would work for me now but my thoughts kept me wake for over an hour so I decided it wasn't the night. I felt restless legs starting and I got up to take 1mg Melatonin and 400mg Ibuprofen. I considered trying an induction technique, but I really just wanted to fall back to sleep and stop thinking about stuff. I used randomness to quickly pass out, hoping at least, desire would catch the dream.

Much later, I am on a road trip with some 'friends' (their faces aren't anyone I know IWL) and we come to some city. Springfield? Someone mentions that it should be close to time for them to start filming SNL and they all really want to go. I look at the clock and see it's 4:30. I figure we have an hour before it starts but I realize we aren't that close to New York and something about the time feels wrong. Still, I have a strong urge to go alone so I ignore this.

Somehow I end up in a room with a stage. There are very few folding chairs scattered about in clusters and even less people sitting in them. I think this is very odd, but I continue to take a seat. Amy Peohler is on stage talking with another unknown person. It is some sort of pre-show and they point to a guy in our group. They set up some agreement that he would somehow be apart of some skit. This guy looks vaguely familiar and is wearing a yellow shirt with camouflage pants and combat boots. He has thick curly black hair and looks like a person with a sense of humor. He stands up, salutes, and says, "Yes commander."

I have a memory gap, but find myself lucid from doing some form of awareness/mindfulness. I think I forgot most of this, but I recall that I have been watching the show for what feels like a long time. Amy is gone and there is some other celebrity on stage talking. She looks a lot like Megan Trainor with brown hair wearing some light blue prom dress. As I watch her drone on, I feel like the dream is becoming unstable because I feel like can't hold all of this in my head for much longer. The concentration of sitting here idly while trying to remember all that has been said is way too much for me. I have the idea that I really need to be doing something active to keep the dream stable. I try to think what to do knowing that I should have a goal, but I can't be bothered with it right now. Suddenly feeling outrageously rebellious, I have an idea. I leap up from my seat, run to the stage, plant a hand on the edge, and vault myself in front of the woman. Without hesitation, I grab a hold of the front of her silky blue dress, and pull down. This surprising reveals her naked breast to everyone. I am not sure what I thought would happen but this really does surprise me. She stands there for a moment in shock while I admire her cleavage. I have a mild temptation to have some fun, but I quickly resist and turn away.

I return to my seat and make a grand gesture to the now growing audience. The woman is still standing there unashamed and laughing as everyone else erupts with excitement. As I watch, I purposefully look only at her face and not her bare breasts. Suddenly, blue text appears as an overlay to the stage. It appears social media is blowing up because of what is happening on live television. I can see the comments on Twitter and all of the tagging of other people, @soandso @thisguy @somebody (I can't remember the names). Then hashtags appear #something #lookatthis. Again, I don't recall the actual words and I think was mostly gibberish anyway. I laugh at bit, but but start to really really bad for the woman. It feels like shame and embarrassment and something inappropriate. I don't like the feeling so I decide that I want something really hilarious to show up. As I gently will the dream to respond, I think these words and they appear clearly in front of the stage alongside the rest. I am not sure how this showed up, but its more like my subC put it out there for me: "@ISIS hates Megan Strait. #ISIS" I get the feeling that these people would really hate knowing this woman bared her breast on live television. It's not really funny to me, but I decide this will be DJ entry title. The dream quickly fades.

I have an FA where I am trying to recall the dream and how I even got lucid. I remember as I see the funny camo guy holding a milk carton with the word 'Ninja' on it. He tells me that this was 'Ninja Juice' and as soon as I saw the word 'Ninja', BAM I was lucid. Then, I actually wake wondering if this is true.

I have had like dozens of dream which are based on escaping earth to other planet.
Yesterday i had one of them.
First thing i remember being in airport and knowing that we had to escape earth. I dont remeber how excatly i got to this space ship but there were like 5 other people with me. The space ship wasnt a rocket it was more like round ship. It was very roomy inside. It hard to describe how it looked but there was this normal seats and screen and control room. We sat into benches and launched to space. I felt really sad at this point because it felt like end of everything. When we launched to space i went outside without any space suit. I had this rope attached to me so i wouldnt flew away. I got out and saw the earth. We were just spinning around the earth in space me attached to the space ship by only a rope without any suits on. I looked at how beautifull the space was. I noticed the earth was much smaller and it was spinning way too fast. It didnt look like you could go into the earth it looked more like huge ball. It didnt have much depth in it. I looked around the darkness of the space and began to move farther away from the space ship. It was amazing and scary at the same time. I felt like i was going to get lost into the space so i made sure my rope still there and i told everybody to go in and continue trip. It was sad experience because we knew there was no going back it felt i truly left my home with no hope coming back.
Well we got to this planet that looked like mars and stepped out it was completly dead and there was only land. We spoke about how this is it we made it. From there we walked around there it was different from mars though. There were flat surface and sudden huge mountain spears reahing as far as i could see. I felt very empty- There were supposed to be small society there that we could live there. I dont remember excatly how we got this point but we lived in that society few weeks. I had become close to our small group. There were like 20 people there and everything was build out of rock and there was no nature there. The sky was dark but you could live in this place. One of us decided to leave this place and look for something else. I followed him. This part burned to my memory. I was walking out of this stone building and just waving good bye the people along the way. Everybody looked sad and it was just one good bye without the exchange of words that we said. We got out and there was this one guy who was really good friend of mine. I told him i need to look for better place and the one i was following just continued walk road to ship. I looked slowly away and continued follow him. I looked around me and there was nothing same thing flat mars like ground and this very tall but narrow montain every were. We just walked around them and walked for awhile until we saw the ship. I felt really lost because i felt like i was continuing looking something for eternity. We got on board just the two of us and i became sad because i knew i wouldnt see those people again and maybe never finding anything again. We flew to space and soon after that i woke up.
I very often have this type of dreams since child. Always leave the earth looking something but there arent anything better. All most excatly same ship in every on of them but i had pretty cool visual experience in this dream. It was beautifull but sad.

i was the slayer in this dream. If you don't know what that is, it is one woman chosen from all around the world is chosen. She get's super strength super speed higher reflexes etc. But, she has to slay the undead, and the rest of the evil things. She also has a watcher that trains her, teaches her and helps her but for some reason i completly lacked one in this dream. (which is fine.) If you want to know more about slayers go watch Buffy.


So the dream starts myself, and a younger boy running through some kind of sewers. We are being chased, by what im not sure. but they're alot of them. We can't seeo r hear them yet but we know they are coming. The Sewer was a tunnel that was lit by a Red light hanging about double Doors. We opened the doors and entered. It was a Staircase that just went up. Similar to a school's design. We closed the doors behind us and started trying to lock them. (they had some kind of mechanical locking device. But the button was jammed. We kept messing with it for a minute or two before we got it to work. Just as sooon as the metallic locks slid into place we where able to hear (faintly) many footsteps shuffling through the water in sewer, and distant moans. The kids eyes grew wide. "Don't worry i gotcha." i said is i picked him up and put him on my back. "hold on tight." I started climbing the stairs as fast i could. This was deffinantly a school. it was Nighttime so there wasn't alot of light around, but the tiled floors and rubber lined staircases, along with the architecture, you could tell this was a school. Eventually we reached the top of the steps. When we did, we could hear banging on the door that was under us 3 stories below. We heard the bangs, along with the bloodcurling gnarls of hunger and rage. There was a room in front of us, with people inside of it. You could hear them talking quietly about how they might not make it, what are they going to do, they're going to die here; and even people pacing around. I sighed a sigh of relief. I put the boy down and told him to wait a minute. I opened the door and walked in, my eyes scanning the room in a sweeping motion as fast as i could. Nothing. Everyone just stared at me as i walked in. Hmm... I was expecting to be shot at or at least have weapons pointed at me or... SOMETHING. Great... i thought to myself. I opened the door behind me and let the boy in. He didn't want to leave me, but i told him to go play. It was too dangerous to stay around me. i walked around the room trying to come up with some kind of plan when the doors i had entered from started banging. Oh shit.... They're here. People started screaming. they ran to the opposite side of the room. There was a door in the back, (not sure where that lead) and people where trying to open it.I faced the door. i called over my shoulder , "Stay by that door, but don't wait right in front of it. It could burst open at any moment and you don't wanna be caught in that." The people shuffled to the left and to the right of the door and jsut stared at me. They started all whispering to themselves. Eventually they went quiet and one guy said,"" ...Who ARE you?!" I crouched down and pulled a knife out of my boot, then turned my head over my shoulder and just gave him a smile.

Just then the doors burst open. Very human looking zombies came pouring into the room. I ran into the crowd and sliced the first one across the neck. Spun around and slahsed another. It was like a dance. A dance of death and blood. Slashing, and slashing. The bodies where starting to pile up. I had a few scratches and scuffs on me. (i guess being a slayer makes you immune to zombie virus). Eventually, i was knocked down. I remember just hoppping and crawling around the floor, slashing ankles. Fist and claws and feet and whatever else beat into my back and sides but i did not let go of my weapon, and i did not stop fighting. Suddenly i hear a loud noise, and the door at the other end of the room burst open. People came pouring through, and loud bangs started going off. The bodies around me started dropping one by one. Eventually they all dropped. There was another loud noise, this one constant. It came with a bright light shining through the window. a Helicopter. I put my hands over my eyes to shield them from the light and looked at the newcomers. Hmm... Military... You guys are always late....i thought to myself. The soldiers started leading people through the door to evacuation. One soldier came up to me and tried to get me to go with them. I just shook my head. "I'm fine thanks. Just worry about those people. Keep them safe." He looked at me and responded, "You don't have to go it alone, Slayer." I just smiled at him then ran and jumped out the window. When i hit the ground, ii made my way to the entrance of the school. I had a monster truck there. (woah! monster truck!). I got in and began to drive. This town has been destroyed by these undead... i thought to myself as i drove around, looking at all the broken buildings and property damage. But at least we're safe now, and the military is FINALLY here to clean up. If they just had a faster response time, they might even be more effective me... What's the point of the slayer when they can just come in with guns and get the job done?? I drove to the far end of town, on the outskirts; where the damage was miniscule, and some houses even lay in-tact and functioning. (while i was driving i somehow realized/ came to the conclusion that there was a single person behind the outbreak and that he was hiding in the mill at the edge of town on the river.) I started making my way towards the mill, but i stopped the car for a minute. The road ahead of me, which lead directly to the mill; was pitch black. I'm not talking like, oh it's dark i can't see, but like, this is dark that even light would get swallowed in it. I could feel all the Evil creatures just lurking in there. I turned on my car lights, and started to drive into the black, but the lights stopped working. I hit the truck in reverse and back out of the darkness. Once again i sat on the edge of it staring into it. "Dammit...." i said to myself. "There's gotta be a way in there....." . Just then i realize how tired i was. And that i was covered in zombie blood. Yuck. Just then there was a knock on my window. I looked over and saw it was a friend whom i work with in real life (i dont know the connection we shared in the dream). He asked me what was going on (he was concerned about the darkness (apparently he had been living under a rock the past couple of months)) and i explained everything to him. He pointed to the house behind him, and told me to come inside and spend the night. I didn't really see any other options so i agreed. As we walked up to the doorstep he explained to me that he had to go do something, but i could stay at the house no problem. He told me his wife was home, but that she shouldn't bother me. I said okay and walked into the living room. He told me where the shower was, and then left. The dream skipped the shower scene, and i was sitting back on the couch in a tanktop and panties. I laid down and covered myself with the blanket and tried to go to sleep. But then the mans wife entered the room. I peeked at her with one eye open. She was gorgeous...

She walked over to me, as i closed my eye and pretended to be asleep. Why am i hiding....
She stroked my hair... Why is this happening
She leaned forward and i could feel her breath on my cheeck Is she seriously going to-
But before i could finish my thought i grabbed her and kissed her. She just stared at me for a moment. For a moment. Then she grabbed me back and kissed me again. I don't feel like typing out what happens next so i'll just explain with a picture.

(This is a great movie btw)

The dream fast forwards, and somehow The wife is kidnapped by the Big Bad. (that's what i call bad guys.) Myself, the Husband and some random guy (i can't even remember what he looks like) had formed a party to go rescue her. We where gathered in a wide open street testing our weapons. The husband had something i can't remember, the other guy had a sword, and i had a revolver Grenade launcher.
Yeah.
It worked like regular grenade launcher (M32 Variant) where after you shot the grenade, you flipped the barrel and chamber down, tossed another grenade in, and flipped it shut. Expect it was a Revolver instead. With a very large barrel. (this would more than likely break your hand but im the so pssshhhhh)

Unfortunantly, the dream fast forwards again, and we the 3 of us are in apartment (an apartment that frequently shows up in my dreams). I remember i'm just laying in my bed at the end of the hall. Suddenly the wife comes into my room. I'm jsut kinda shocked, like what happened. She says she escaped and i didn't really care enough to ask how i just jumped out of my bed and kissed her. We held each other for a moment, and then she looked at me sad. "You know we can't-"
"i know." i cut her off. I knew it would happen but i didn't want to hear it. I turned my back and my eyes watered up a bit. She put her hand on her shoulder and started to say "I'm So-" but i shook her off and said "Just Go." She went into the living room where the husband was sitting and i heard them hugging and kissing each other and just making up in general. I slammed my door, and packed my stuff into a backpack (you always travel light when you're a slayer). I opened the window and sat on it, looking back at the door for a minute. There's no reason for me to stay here... the job is done. I'm a Slayer after all.... and i jumped out the window. The dream ended with me walking away.

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*i use few yearsold pictures from same place for ilustration


In the morning at 10 AM something told me that I should head outside into the nature. It was just a feeling. The weather seemed to be OK so I packed few things and headed out.

In the beginning of my journey a nasty wind blew which almost stopped me in my tracks while trying to ride my bike. Originally I wanted to go to the rafting place and to the shallows, but intuition told me that I should go further to the temple.

I took the first turn into the woods instead of continuing on the road.


Sometimes I went on foot. I arrived to Nove Zamky when again intuition told me to change the direction and continue via the meadows instead of continuing via the woods.

When I was nearing the destination, I had a thought that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to paint the inside of the temple. There were a lot of graffiti inside.

After I arrived, I discovered that the inside is painted and that there are hundreds of lady-bugs inside. They are probably trying to wait out the winter time there.

Templ



I went to go look down to the river where I discovered that the natural stone wall is repaired. There were stones put into place with concrete. I was afraid at first because there was a very strong power place with good quality energy directly below the natural stone.

Before repaired


I put down my backpack and went to energetically investigate the place. I found out that the energy flow is somewhat changed, but there were still places with strong energy and fortunately my favorite place wasn’t affected at all.


Power place


I climbed further up and investigated few other places. I checked out also the temple. It wasn’t impressed of its energy. I felt it mostly in its center, while it was more pronounced in front of the window. I went back down.

I tried to sense whether there are any beings in the vicinity. I didn’t sense any.

I enjoyed the view for few moments.



It occurred to me to try the shamanic journey into the lower world. I didn’t do any preparation work. I just greeted the place and all beings in it. Then I tried to tune in.

I took out the drum and started drumming in the rhythm set by my sub consciousness. First I was surprised by the sound effect of pulsation. There was a weir about 15 meters from me and I could hear the water fizzling as I was drumming. The drumming disturbed the sound of fizzling. In one ear I heard the drum and in the other I could hear the pulsating fizzle of the water. I didn’t do any relaxation. I just tried to visualize a way down the cave. As an entrance I imagined a hole in the rock which was directly behind me. I was just vaguely perceiving visual inputs. There was no additional data. As I was continuing down, I tried to add the sensation of touch and others. After few moments I visualized/perceived a point of light through which I could see outside.

I neared the place and climbed out below a big tree. Again, I tried to visualize and this time there was something more. I didn’t see anything clearly – just very vague flashes. I looked around a bit and saw some flashes. I extended greetings and then went up again after few moments. It occurred to me that journeying there an back again few times in a row could improve the journey/experience quality. I did another journay and on the way back, it occurred to me to look at a different place in the middle world which I originally considered to use as entrance into shamanic world. I imagined a turn within the cave and climbed out on a beach in Finisterra. The perceptions were much stronger because I spent there recently 18 days and I could bring up details of this place much better. I stayed there for a moment and then back to the cave and back to the place where I started.

In the Lower world I maybe sensed my power animals. I tried to get a glimpse especially on the third one. I am not sure but it looked like an armadillo. There was an information coming subconsciously that it doesn’t like to leave the Lower world so I can meet him i future mainly there.

An attempt to sense beings after my return to the cave, while I was still tuned in to perceive the shamanic world resulted in a signal to open my eyes. I looked around and tried to perceive something. I managed to get a brief flash of a lynx on the opposite side of the river and maybe also a hawk. During my next attempt a moment later I tried to improve the connection.

I remember just fractions because there was a lot that happened.

I caught a glimpse on a tree on the opposite site of the river. I knew it was a bird, so I asked whether it is a Hawk. The answer was no. I tried to focus better and saw flashes similar to a raven. During communication I discovered that he is not my power animal but rather a teporary guide. I asked him whether he can help me perceive him/them better and he answered that he will try. I tried to follow him. He flew up from the tree and crossed the river. The exercise was about trying to watch him during his flight and perceiving his form. My success was just partial but it improved.

Next I caught a glimpse of a deer.

Later I greeted him and asked what he is. He said that he is not my power animal. It was the master of the forest. He could change his form to a “humanoid”. I asked whether I can stay at this place and whether I am not disturbing anything. He said that it was ok to stay. I asked him whether I can help him somehow but he didn’t know of anything. I offered him that he can use my senses so that he can have a look the forest. He was intrigued by that and so we have agreed to try this when I will start my way back.

Back on the meditation place.

I saw the lynx again on the other river bank and tried to communicate. A thought came that he would like to come to me but didn’t know any way across the water without going into it. And he didn’t like the idea of getting wet. Later it turned out that it was more a communication test to see whether I could understand his thoughts. I created for him a visualization in form of an energy bridge across which he crossed to the other river bank. After that I cancelled that bridge.

A moment later a thought came from him whether I would like to run. Well, why not? Although running isn’t my strong suite, it was fun. A good perception exercise. I always looked around and perceived where he is even with visual perceptions. I wasn’t fast enough but he always waited for me. He chose hard paths like for example upward of a steep slope, jumping across fallen trees, climbing a rock, on the rocks above water. He enjoyed it quite visibly.

On one place I played a funny trick on him. It was a place which was in my opinion hart for him, but he jumped over it in the end. He then went for a run into the forest but then I saw him as he was crossing the river over the rocks. I asked him whether he is limited by physical laws or whether he doesn’t ? ..He jumped about 15m acros the river.

Raven when he left and flew into the portal and disappeared with a flash of light (image in the head)

I contacted the deer and enabled him access to my senses so that he can connect and later to even manipulate my hands. It was a strange feeling but he succeeded after a while to perceive via my senses and I could observe his reactions. Everything was new for him. He looked at the trees and turned (wanted me to turn) after each noise of bird or fizzing sound of the river. He tried to perceive the bark of a tree and fallen leafs on the ground via the sense of touch.

It was a very good experience. I allowed him to look even when I was leaving the forest. He said that he is master of only a part of the forest – divided by the road from another part. He asked me few things so I later gave him access to my sub consciousness so that he doesn’t have to ask and transfer data more qickly.


Finally we said our goodbyes and I continued on my way back home.

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When I went to the below Lower, I remembered Cerunos the Master of the Forest. But in the below world I couldn’t perceive him. It looks like the deer was the Master of the forest was quite similar type of being but in this case just a local one.


**thanks to Pali for the help with the translation

Night of December 5, 2014. Friday. Extensive notes only.



Although I presently have only 1,605 dream-related documents on tumblr (with continuing reference enhancements being added on each over time), which represents only a tiny fraction of my guess of at least 40,000 total, I plan on enhancing my dream work yet again in 2015 (which had already accelerated back in 1968 as a child). This will now start with a number of articles on my personal findings. This of course, is to be very meticulous and “wordy” and is certainly not for the casual reader unless they are seeking techniques for finding relationships in dream elements over a lifetime or are interested in the controversial knowledge that I acquired over the many years.

Here, I will address a recurring fictional location feature that is not only fictional but also “bilocated” with my childhood home in Cubitis. Bilocation (especially of environmental features) has been a very dominant aspect of my dreams since earliest memory, yet I have rarely read about it in the dream work of others. I do not typically include it in my online entries.

What does this mean? Basically, this “eternity bridge” is seemingly a metaphor for my lifespan but only began in November of 1969 (when I first interacted with Susan R a little more). For some reason I have not worked out, November 6 also seems to be the main date where extremely unusual and unexplainable events center around me personally (though I was born on December 20, 1960). I have not solved this enigma, yet.

The “eternity bridge” (short form of what I called it as a child, both “bridge to eternity” and “bridge over a prehistoric world”) is always of the same directional orientation, but not always the same implied height. The first existence of this bridge was bilocated in the northern side yard expanse of my Cubitis house where a shed was in reality - which was the very large building my father built. That is, although my dream’s location was implied to be a completely unknown region, I was simultaneously aware of the bridge’s eventual trilocation (again, very common in my dreams throughout my lifetime). This includes the following details:

The bridge itself was a wooden bridge (actually a plank and rope bridge, but which did not sway very noticeably) - the first version with more and more missing planks as I walked easterly. It was apparently in an isolated region and its first apparent “intent” was to place me over a “prehistoric world” (though with a “futuristic domed city” on the western perimeter, which seemingly contradicts the established “east is the future” association), which I fell into due to stepping near an area with a missing plank.

At the same time, the bridge was bilocated over my Cubitis backyard, northernmost of the house and technically over the rabbit shed. It has never been primarily bilocated anywhere else, only in this exact (fictional) placement, though its last presence being actually a ground-level back road, and just prior to that, a bridge over the “ocean” (the ocean also being in my Cubitis backyard but with skewed perspective).

Near the main version of my dream’s ending it was then also trilocated over the street just south of the West Elementary school building. The area where I met the “mystery girl”, in this case in the form of Brenda W (validated paranormal future wife archetype) and where I seemed to become intensely “within” her (regardless of my young age) was bilocated with the playground; more specifically, the white concrete bench Brenda was sitting on (which had fancy floral scrolls and a cyan essence) and the large oak tree, was bilocated via the northwest corner of the playground as an area of the domed city (Atlantis implied). (The “same” bench, though far more plain, is there in that bilocated spot in reality.) Curiously, the trilocation here was a specific spot in my Cubitis bedroom, fairly close to where I was sleeping at the time.

Only a few people have been in this specific scenario with me over a lifetime. The first main version began with Susan R (the only person other than my wife Zsuzsanna, who I had a seemingly paranormal connection to) walking westerly in the opposite direction to where Brenda and I first ended up walking (however, Brenda does eventually go back but ends up in the domed futuristic city where I reunite with her later). Susan actually walked diagonally down an implied ramp just prior to the implied but ambiguous “entry point” of the beginning of the bridge, which would have been bilocated with the entry point of our Cubitis carport. She had the Blue Pearl (aka “divine blue flame”) event visible around her, though her direction of which suggested she was no longer in my long-term future and I was then “with Brenda W” (though remember she represented my actual future wife long before I knew of her). Brenda then goes back due to more and more planks missing, but I continue on, seemingly out of curiosity or perhaps stubbornness. This suggests that the verified future with the “mystery girl” (my real-life wife) was still being “built” by unknown forces (yet I first had to “explore other scenarios”), though as described earlier, I do end up with her. Brenda W did not have the Blue Pearl associated with her until a very short time before first real-life contact with my wife-to-be many years later, in a very intense dream of a huge blue sun near the “eternity bridge”, but this time more clearly associated with my Cubitis backyard.

Typically, Susan R seemed linked to Christian associations (as my potential partner in life which she seemed to “know” as well) and Brenda W, the “dark mystery” and gypsy (Roma) associations, not in a negative sense, but in a “cheerful” though mysterious futuristic sense - and in the end it was the “mystery girl” who “won” as described in several other entries.

Also, the fact that I met her in a futuristic domed city at the end (though under the bridge in the otherwise prehistoric world), resolved it as very long-term precognitive. In a later version of the dream, we climbed the tree (trilocated with the domed city area, the playground tree, and the Tree of Knowledge in another part of town - which also appeared in a dream around the same time period where Susan R was seated on the “same” bench and crying - later elements of that dream borrowed from “Gay Purr-ee” and which I eventually will go into in another entry) back to the beginning of the “timeline”/bridge.

The “eternity bridge” existence in my dream universe is still going strong. The only relevant associated “players” (other than myself) thus far have been:

Susan R (with Blue Pearl “envelope”) - (late 1960s, early 1970s)
Brenda W and additional ambiguous “mystery girl” composites (1969 through 1990/91)
my beautiful wife Zsuzsanna (since 1991, though we did not marry until 1994)
(as of this month - December 2014) youngest son Oliver, though only in the ground-level area below it.

Assuming the “eternity bridge” is some sort of lifespan or fixed life path construct, I have to question some nuances of my last dream. In the “same” area where I fell through a missing plank area in the first version in 1969, I now, at ground level in December 2014, discover large rusty nails (which I place in a glass Coke bottle so that people will not step on them) which I also vaguely associate with the crucifixion (I am not Christian, by the way). This is cross-dream bilocated with where Oliver seemed to no longer be present in the ocean view dream (though I did not see him as endangered in any way). In one “reset” of the first “eternity bridge” dream set, I go off from the side of the bridge down a south staircase, which was precognitive of several sparse events - one being related to my father’s eventual chicken farm in that same spot, and another matching a location in Brisbane I did not see in reality until I met my wife-to-be in 1994.

In order to truly understand the paranormal (for lack of a better term) nature of this, one would have to understand thousands of validated associations and personal experiences, which of course, is not even possible for the average person (the majority of people cannot even get past a short dream entry of mine unless they have a genuine interest). I can only relate some of the more defined and continuously rendered scenarios of which I am most familiar with.

Any comments or questions on any of this are very welcomed and appreciated.

Okay so first off i'd like to say, i haven't posted lately because i got back into to work (vacation over). It's not that work is affecting my recall per say, (though maybe a little) it's merely the fact i just don't have time in the morning to write my ridiculous dreams down.

Moving on, i DID have a dream last night, though i can't really remember it. Something about a new apartment, fighting a clown using DoA moves, and some girl.... *cough* yeah... ANYWAYS. What i would like to share, is what happened after i woke up from that dream, around 2:30 AM. If you don't believe in Astral Projection, and spirits that reside there, and that dreams and the astral Plane are interchangable, then you probably won't be interested in this. Or maybe you'll read it to call me crazy. Whatevs Yo.



So, i woke u pfro mthat dream, wondered why i woke up (i never really wake up in the middle of the night) and jsut kidna sat there for a minute. i looked around my room (it's very dimly lit from compter LEDs) and didn't really see or hear anything. I figured i would try a WILD-sort-of-thing since i was in a pretty good position to do so. I put my arm over my eyes and imagined laying in my bed in the room i grew up in. Eventaully, i WAS laying in that bed. Though i could tell it was a little more than dream by the level of clarity. I didn't give it much thought though. Most things don't fuck with me. I was laying my bed, forcing the cieling and walls to warp and bend in rythme to music i was creating in the dream. everything was fine, just doin my thing when my vision was snapped directly to my front Forcefully. "oh." i thought. Somethign tried to jumpscare me. My vision was forced to face fowards while some giant white skull/face screamed at me, though the scream was 'in my head' if that makes sense. I managed to turn my head to the right, and break the possesion, and then i forced myself awake. As i thought, i looked over in the corner and there was a spirit sitting over there. I told it "i'm not gonna force you out but if you fuck with me again i will. Let me sleep." and then layed down. I could feel it's emotion filling the room. It was angry, but also intrigued. I guess no one ever stood up to it before? Dunno. So i layed back down and tried to sleep again, but i coud feel him leaning right over me and breathing down the back of my neck. (what a creep) so I releashed a splash of energy that *should have knocked him back then said, "do that again and ill banish you." So i laid back down and put a shield around me began trying to sleep again. Obviously the closer i got to sleep the shield would get weaker, cus my consciosness is switching over etc. So when the shield would get weak he would kind of poke through the shield, forcing me to wake up a little bit to strengthen it again. Honestly, he probably could have broke it but i think he was just messing with me, or was to oafraid to actually break it, knowing it would invoke my wrath. cus he stopped doing it and i went to sleep. Today i've felt his presence around but i can't confirm if it's him yet..... though i did see something that looked exactly like him at work today. Maybe tonight ill try and talk to him see what he wants. Maybe it's an old friend....

My family lived in a really neat antique shop next to a vibrant brook in a weird lonely gnarly forest. The brook flooded one day in the spring and flowed into the store. One lady's display was ruined. I went to go see her. Everything was destroyed by the water, except for a very neat old professional film camera. She gave it to me. I went up to a different floor of the building and found my friend lounging on a balcony. I wanted to test out the camera so I filmed him. Then I rewound the tape and watched the playback. For a bit, we saw my footage, but then it abruptly cut off. Apparently there was different footage underneath mine on the tape. The image cut to two young women laying on a bed in their underwear, touching and fingering each other. I instantly turned off the camera and yelled, "I didn't film that!!"

In another house in those same woods there lived an extremely ugly old witch. Her daughter, (yes, her daughter!) was protesting against her mother's overweening desire to cover her daughter in shredded cheddar cheese. They argued back and forth heatedly for a long time. The witch stated that when she was her daughter's age, she too was covered in cheese by her mother. With that, she shrunk her daughter, scooped her up and stuffed her into a ziplock bag filled with cheese. She rolled her around in there for a bit and then let her out and put her back to normal size. Then a narrator-sort-of voice on a voice-over deadpanned, "no one could ever mistake the old lady for a normal human being".

I could jump really high and effortlessly but only if I constantly gave a thumbs up with both my hands.

There was two of me in the same dream. Yes, two of me! One of ‘me’ was lucid, and the other ‘me’ was just dreaming. The lucid ‘me’, seems to be a memory of the dream, which instantly appeared in my mind when I woke immediately after the dream; whereas the part of me that was dreaming, was basically a fragmented, foggy dream. I can tell the lucid ‘me’ was a memory, because I did not have any recollection of the adrenaline rush, uplifting feeling, you get when you realize you’re lucid. It’s like this experience was just dropped into my head. My body felt like it was lightly floating, and moving in my bed, when this memory came to be.

Let me know if you have experienced something like this too (above)!

I’ll describe the dream from the ‘lucid me’ perspective. I was sitting in my parent’s living room perfectly lucid (not sure why I was lucid?). I saw ‘me’ walk in the backdoor and head down the hallway. I met myself once before in lucid dream, and I really wanted to have a conversation with myself, so I jump up and ran after ‘me’. My mom stopped ‘lucid me’ and said, “Do you really want to do this? Some people don’t handle this well.” I replied, “I can handle it, where did I go?” As I searched through the house for ‘me’, I came across my sisters, wife, and my oldest nephew. He smiled and said, “Hi!” The other me wasn’t anywhere to found downstairs, so I headed upstairs. The first bedroom I checked was my dad’s. My dear dad was lying in his bed, and there was this young, beautiful girl, sitting on the edge of his bed near the window. I did not recognize her. She had long, brown hair, blue eyes, thin featured, and was very pretty. I walked up to her, and we stood face to face smiling. I happily said to her in a playful voice, “Oh, who is this cute little girl?” She then replied, “I can’t tell you how many times you’ve said that to me as I was growing up!” She was smiling and giggling. She sounded exactly the same as my daughter! I got so excited, I woke up! ( I wanted to hug her)

A strange nose-less creature called the Stip lived in a blue bathroom cubicle. It was more than seven feet tall, incredibly emaciated, but it never stood up straight. It's back was always very bowed, and it's arms were disproportionately long. It was completely hairless, and it's skin was pale and saggy. It's eyes were very small, beady and wide-set, and it's mouth was very wide. I sent my boss into deal with it and see if he could get it out of the cubicle.

I was driving through a city with my father. There were lots of pelicans, hawks and large birds with tags on their feet flying through the air close to the ground. My father and I took interest in one pelican in particular. It had a foot tag that had the letter "B" on it.

We were having a family reunion, and we were meeting in a church. My family was gathered about the piano, singing a song. One of my second cousins, was wearing a pair of pants that were much too large for her. She kept pulling the waistline out, gazing down at her groin and panties in a satisfied manner. I distinctly remember her panties as being white, although I'm not sure how I came to know that...

I dreamed I awoke in the night and discovered that there was a frog in my throat and I could barely speak. So I got up and walked to the bathroom. I kept thinking about a ghostly girl and her cat that sometimes appeared in our house. If you so much as touched the cat, you would die instantly. I was so afraid that the next moment I would see the cat girl. I ran in fear out into our living room. My mother was lying on the couch, and she greeted me warmly. I tried to talk, and my throat cleared and a clear, oily liquid dripped out. I wiped it off my mouth. My father was sitting in my accustomed chair, dressing himself for the day. I figured we were going to have a day off and go into town with him, and that made me happy.

I worked at a pizza parlor, and I had to cut a dog in half lengthwise to put on a pizza.

I was in an indoor swimming center. There was a shallow end of the pool, then there was a huge roaring waterfall that drained all the water down into a lower level. One of my friends fell in the pool and was about to be swept down the fall. I pulled him out.

I saw myself in the mirror. My face was the same, but my hair was about shoulder length. (Longer than it is now.) Then I took a razor and shaved away some of it. I have a scar on my head from a past accident, so I shaved away all the hair that covers it. The scar was bloody and festering, and there were clumps of prickly pine needles that had become matted to the blood underneath my hair.

My mother, grandfather and aunt and I were working in a grocery store. We all stood around a giant stainless steel vat filled with green olives and crushed them into a paste with special paddles.

My mother was away from home, and I was in charge of my sister. One night she played Pokémon on her Nintendo in her room all night long. Then the next evening my mother came home. She had bought me a pair of silk pajamas. ("Thanks, mom.") They were sort of navy blue with white stripes. The bottoms were only knee-length but the top was long-sleeved. Then I told her about my sister and her gaming. Mom said she had talked to a man about taking my sister and I on an endurance trek through the Himalayas.

We had a miniature pinscher named Trickster.

There were these movies about giant robot elephants. The director said he was inspired by Steven Spielberg.

I was military at that time. We just previous day had marched 60km and i physically really tired but mentally very alert.
As the night came we had to go to sleep and as soon as i hit the bed bam! i felt this complete wave of full relaxation. I wasnt mentally tired but physically i was so comftrable. I started to feel that my bed was spinning and then felt that my head was expanding. I felt like pac man and suddenly my awareness started to move from my body to that huge head. Then i felt strong pull like i was leaking out of my body and i just started to little by little saw our room. I saw my military friend closer than usually from my bed and i looked around and i was all most in middle of our room and saw my body laying there. This freaked me out and i snapped back to my body. It felt real. I really thought it could have actually been my consciousness leaving my body but i cant be sure from only that experience. I was mentally really awake all the time there was no lapse in my awareness and i didnt mentally feel even for a moment that i was about to sleep.
So when i was back in my body i tried to look around and here were something really scary happened. I was at the bottom bunk and the whole room was really dark i look at side of me and i fucking saw hand reaching for my face and near the cabinet i saw face peeking at me. I tried to smack that hand away but it went right trough it and i realized it was hallusination and closed my eyes for a sec and it was gone. Thats it.
I have a lot of crazy experiences like this from military because excaustation and lack of sleep cause really funny things.

Here’s another lucid dream (or OBE) from Aug 12, 2014. No LD last night, so I’ll add a memorable one from my dream journal.

I was lying in bed patiently waiting for the next dream to start. My mind was conscious, yet my body was asleep. I could feel violent vibrations originating in my torso and extending out to my limbs. These were coming in waves. I knew something was about to happen! Suddenly, somebody crawled into bed with me. It was my wife! I was a bit disappointed that she woke me up because I was just having ‘the vibrations’. I was sleeping in the guest room that night, because my CPAP machine was driving my wife nuts. CPAP, great for sleep, hard on romance. She didn’t say anything to me, we just snuggled for a bit, and then she moved over to the other bed. Little did I know this was a false awakening? To my surprise, my dear daughter then crawled into bed beside me! Seeing my daughter made me instantly lucid. We snuggled for a bit, and then I told her that mom’s in the other bed, can you see her? She looked at the other bed, and said, “No.” I then looked, and sure enough, my wife wasn’t there. I then tickled my daughter’s stomach, and said nonsense words, like I use to say when she was a baby. My daughter laughed and giggled.

She then jumped out of bed, and asked that I follow her. Standing at the end of my bed, she reached up to grab something, and then passed me a gold fishing hook, with a golden spring around shank. This is a very unique hook. I looked at it, and it was the exact same as a hook I found a week earlier, stuck in my cabin’s front door! I was shocked by this! My daughter then asked me to come explore with her, and she opened my bedroom door and ran out. I was about to leave, and follow, but I could hear my CPAP mask leaking air on my face. I turned around and saw my body lying on the bed, asleep. I walked up to my body and adjusted the mask, so the leak would stop hissing. This worked! I turned around and ran for the door to follow my daughter. I got too excited, and then I woke up consciously from the LD, but my body was still asleep.

I stayed perfectly still and focussed on returning to my room, so I could go and explore with my daughter. This worked, but I was no longer lucid! I was lying in bed again, and then a black cat jumped up on my bed beside me. I petted the cat’s back and then its stomach. Btw, black cats are my dream sign, but I didn’t clue into the fact that I was dreaming. Darn, I should have done a reality check.

I went to my cabin, the weekend following this dream, and found that hook, and it now hangs in my bedroom shelf. Also, as an additional synchronicity, I was visiting a physic medium a week or two later, in an effort to connect with my daughter. The medium described this dream to me with some detail; without any input from me whatsoever, and she said my daughter wants me know this was an OBE, not a lucid dream, and she wanted me to follow her out of the bedroom. Well, who am I to argue with that, and why would I? I did manage to follow her, a few months later, in lucid dream titled, ‘A Little Noodles Please’.

02.12.2014

Time Travelling to Lin Beifong's and Peggy Hill's Life (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I recall being in an environment that had a royal vibe to it; spacious, and fairly luxurious with big panel windows that would provide a nice view of what could be a gargantuan virtual experiential world my mind is creating. Most of the dream is blurry at some points, mostly occurring through peripheral vision, and I felt this was done to fixate on the premise behind the dream.


The plot itself is contrived, and I’m not even sure if this is the correct objective, but I believe I’m assigned to go into the past to find out about someone’s life in their youth. I’m presuming between Lin Beifong’s past, and for some reason, Peggy Hill’s life as well. I didn’t question the logic behind the dream, mostly because I felt like there were some kind of psychosomatic predispositions at play to constrain any temptation to speculate further.

I’m not sure who was assigning me this task, but I have a feeling it was Suyin Beifong.

I do recall interacting with someone that looks just like her, albeit more calm than her already calm and upbeat disposition in the series, The Legend of Korra. Apparently, the tool that I would be using as a conduit for time travel was apparently a cut-off piece of a Cheetos Puff bag.

But at the same time, I felt weird that a Cheetos Puff bag-ex-machina would be my means of time travel, and I became more skeptical later on in the dream of its potency in general. To describe the experience of whenever I’m time traveling for in this dream, imagine being engulfed by a dark, jaded green surrounding with elaborate and fanciful markings in the background; almost like some kind of trippy, spiritual, and metaphysical vibe that would end up as the intermission while my mind tries to fabricate another virtual experiential reality for me to partake in.

And while I’m time traveling, it’s pretty much spectator mode at this point rather than having a conscious third person view point that I can fluctuate in and out with first person view as well. There’s all sorts of camera panning, zooming in and out, and rotations during this experience. One of the distinct experiences was seeing Peggy Hill sitting down in what seems to be a classroom. It was peculiar to see her in a class sitting listening to someone rather than the other way around. She was also wearing red royal robes with a gold trimming near the region from the top of her breast region, and all the way down to her feet.

It could’ve just been bath robes that seemed to be luxurious as well. I synch myself back to the “present” in the dream to probably relay information to Suyin, and I noticed that Lin Beifong is offering me a bar of dark green soap with varying shades of green that looks like it’s been used already judging by how small and thin it looks.

Apparently, this would be another means to time travel, but at this point, I figured it was just the item itself that was a crutch for not having to deal with how I would have to conceptualize time travelling when I’m doing it subconsciously, I guess.

Or she’s giving me a bar of soap to hint that I should go clean myself in the dream. But I didn’t really feel filthy in particular; I was surprisingly calm and collected throughout the dream, almost as if there was a surge of positivity inside of me that gave a cool and liquid sensation.