memorable

1. [Non-Lucid]
Me and my family are on holiday in Florida, we are choosing where to eat our last meal as we fly home the following morning, we find a nice little restaurant, its pretty small.

Fragments:
I see a lot of meat around the place.
We talk to the owner of the restaurant.

2. [Non-Lucid] [A little Vivid]
I'm in a restaurant with my uncle David I think, we decide we don't like it here so we decide to leave through the back door (the door was glass and is between 2 wall sized windows).
We go past this party of 2 to leave the building when all of a sudden 1 of them gets up and started apologizing, (for some reason this black guy believes we are leaving because of him) so I sit down at the table across from him (a big, white, round table).
Now I'm trying to tell him that we are not leaving because of him, it appears he is too busy arguing with the waiter to pay attention to what I am trying to say.
Eventually it got sorted and we finally left the flippin' building.

Before I get into the most recent dream, see the link of the older childhood dream from Wednesday, 22 January 1969 below unless you read that one first. (link).

There is a lot left out of the man online summary (including several important details), but anything I decide to include, I will do after the next section.

Dream of Wednesday, 22 January 2014.

I am on a dock in late morning. The weather is good and the water is calm. I am not sure of the region or even if the dock is near a lake or the ocean. My dream is extremely vivid, though. There are six wooden posts that hold the dock, three on each side. The dock is in good condition (for example, no rotting boards or potential hazards). The only other person on the dock (or in my dream) is a girl about five feet away at first, facing me, but she walks closer and then turns as if waiting for me to speak. She is wearing a beautiful red sequin dress, which goes to her knees.

For a moment, I tend to think it is Brenda W, my female classmate (and verified archetype of my at-the-time unknown future wife), but then it dawns on me that I “may” be married. (Even though it is vivid, I am not fully lucid or fully aware of my present life, as is often the case.) I walk to her and she spins, becoming a miniature tornado or “dust devil” form. She does this off and on several times, and it is quite extraordinary and realistic in how I perceive it. I go to touch her arm and she does it several more times, sometimes even rising in the air about three feet and lowering again, going to different parts of the dock without actually walking (both closer to me and farther away). This, of course, is what the cartoon Tasmanian devil does (although I am not focused on that knowledge at all in my dream).

When she is the whirlwind, the sequins sparkle even more. At times, she seems slightly puzzled as if she thinks I am “slow” at understanding something, but does mostly smile the entire time and is completely non-threatening. Eventually we both go closer to the actual beach, but she finally rises up into the sky by the time I make contact with the ground at the end of the dock. I feel a very strong sense of bliss and love and familiarity, even though this is a completely new dream in one sense, or so it seems relative to memory and records. I myself was a whirlwind in dreams at times, but this is quite different in mood and the particular level of perception.

The meaning behind it all (these dreams were forty-five years apart!):

Important notes on dream of Wednesday, 22 January 1969:

Brenda would say “nine-thirteen” in my dreams at times (the total of which is twenty-two, the “master number” and sign of entropy), including this one in relationship to the clock on the wall in the semi-dark office. This is my wife’s birth-date (American form, as in Australia it would be written with the day first).

Brenda W was evading the Yin force (the “wild weasel”), because she was not the Yin force. My dream was seemingly informing me that Brenda was only an archetypical “stand-in” for my (unknown-at-the-time) future wife. The creature being at the door represented the “door” of the future, yet I was not ready to open it.

Brenda would say “nine-thirteen” in my dreams at times (the total of which is twenty-two), including this one in relationship to the clock on the wall in the semi-dark office. This is my wife’s birth-date (American form, as in Australia it would be written with the day first).

Additionally, in real life, Brenda had the purse with the metal clasp that was a skeletal clock with the writing “wait for me” on it (which appeared in my dreams a good number of times). Obviously, this was another clue that Brenda was a stand-in archetype until the real Yin was known. (There would not be a reason to “wait” for Brenda as she was always already with me when she carried that purse. In fact, I often pondered this fact in the back of my mind as a child.)

My dream’s business building was actually of the G. Heileman Brewing Company in La Crosse, which I dreamed of even when living in Florida (Brenda had never been to Wisconsin), and here, the events occur at night in a mostly empty building (after nine o'clock at night). In my young adult life years later…I actually worked there in maintenance and cleaning (precognition).

Other than cowering behind the left corner of the desk at one point (as the creature knocks against the door), we assume the divine marriage position (Brenda and I) which is sitting on our knees facing each other and clasping hands with forearms at about forty-five degrees, which is an implied superimposition at enhancing the “heart on the horizon” and the entropic portal (that is, entropy of the material world, but closeness to the “divine” - or oneness). However, this is interrupted by the true Yin force “knocking at the door” - or “beating at the door” as the “wild weasel”.

The Tasmanian devil (more specifically the cartoon character in my childhood) represents the Yin, the Virgo, and my wife of course, for a number of reason, too many to even get into here. Some basics: represents the southern hemisphere, more specifically Australia or Tasmania. The “dust devil used as a methods of transportation” for the cartoon character, or the whirlwind or “miniature tornado” is of course the Yin force (in this case, as I am Yang), the spiral of 6 (Virgo), negative implications regarding the Coriolis effect and storms turning in opposite direction in the northern and southern hemispheres

Funny additional notes:

“Believing it to be a type of opossum, naturalist George Harris wrote the first published description of the Tasmanian devil in 1807, naming it Didelphis ursina…” [Wikipedia]

“Wild Weasel is a code name given by the United States Armed Forces specifically the US Air Force to an aircraft, of any type, equipped with radar-seeking missiles and tasked with destroying the radars and SAM installations of enemy air defense systems.” [Wikipedia]

Important notes on dream of Wednesday, 22 January 2014:

Why a red sequin dress?

Sequins resemble fish scales here - the siren/mermaid theme (Jennie Haniver).

“The Lady In Red” by Chris de Burgh, one of my favorite songs after my marriage.

Wendy the Good Little Witch.

Going back to the old Pepsi logo as a symbol of Yin Yang, Yin is red, only as in my experience of the Blue Pearl.

The first time I saw a Tasmanian devil in real life was with my wife very shortly after we were married.

As on a calendar, both dreams were on the very significantly numbered day of twenty-two, and in the “middle” of the week - indicating balance-seeking.

Six posts represent Virgo (the sixth sign, here, as a “cute” play on actual “sign posts”) and Yin. (old yin or “yin changing into yang” is 6, old yang or “yang changing into yin” being 9). So six is Virgo, Yin, my wife. It also represents the six points of the Star of David and of course, much more (including the six letters in my first name in proportion to the nine letters in my wife’s first name - the true, non-anglicized form).

Why a dock?

Throughout my childhood, I had recurring dreams (and real-life periods) of standing on a dock as if waiting for someone from directly across the ocean, as well as dreams of attempting to get to her. Having done a lot of research and looking at angles and maps and such relative to where I was in Florida in these dreams, sometimes in El Jobean, sometimes other locations, I worked out I was directly facing (to the exact degree) where my wife was born in Port Kembla. Of course…she was doing the same thing, which shows in her poetry, even when very young.

This validates yet again that one of the main reasons for dreaming is to find and resolve (and after the marriage or partnering, continue to validate and reaffirm) the true partner (“twin flame”) of the self (either the Yang or the Yin).

The reason my understanding of where the dock was (lake or ocean) did not matter was because it had already been resolved - thus, could have been anywhere, as it has already come to pass in reality.

Why the puzzled look on Yin’s face at times and the on and off whirlwind transformations?

It dawns on me that, as I had learned to mentally control, fully, the so-called spinning girl illusion in real life (of which there is a lot of ridiculous controversy and primarily misinformation above all, from - well, to be honest - annoying simpletons), that Yin was “playing” with me; that is, in an endeavor to see if I could will her spinning direction to change in my dream as I am able to do with the so-called illusion in real life (assuming I could bring all the clues together). In other words, another dream character was not only trying to bring out my lucidity, but my enhanced conscious control as well, which I find intriguing. Yin going up into the sky can represent both higher spiritual existence, as well as waking up from sleep.

My wife thinks it might have been Lake Tahoe, even though she had never been there, as she said she was focused on this for some reason.

The first dream i had i was a monk. i wasn't able to write it down until i got to work so it might be a bit fuzzy. There is also something i would like to discuss at the end.

I was some kind of monk staying at a monastery. The Monastery was pretty low key, just a standard temple. However, there was a giant statue of Buddha in the middle of our monastery. The statue had to have been as tall as a skyscraper. The inside of the statue was hollow though, and it was a maze of caves, with hardly an light. Myself and two other monks thought it would be a good idea to explore the caves. We went inside for a bit and got lost. I ended up getting separated from them, but managed to find my way out. When i got out, there was two men in suites talking to the Abbot near the base of the statue. The Abbot was listening intently to what the men where saying...something about me joining them. I remember being upset by this, i did not want to leave the monastery, but i didn't say anything about it because i was too focused on telling the Abbot what had happened. I ran to the abott and told him what happened. I was expecting him to be very upset, and get angry with me, but he just smiled softly and said,

"i suppose we should go find them hmm."

The abbot and myself began running up the walkway to get into the Buddha with the two men in suites following us.I was not able to keep up with the Abbot and eventually lost him. The two men in suites also seemed to have disappeared. I remembered my monk training and remained calm and didn't freak out that i was lost and alone. The caves where very dark, and i couldn't really see, but i remained calm. I eventually saw some natural light, so instinctively i headed towards it. It had turned out to be a small room (or as much of a room as it could be considering it was a cave) with a small opening. The opening was just big enough for my arm to fit through, so i stuck it through and waved it around for a bit hoping somebody would see it and be able to help me. After a minute of silly flailing i removed my arm from the hole and instead put my eye up to. I peered out and realize i was too high up and that no one would even notice me. (the people where like Ants). I the decided to sit down and try to figure something out based on all the knowledge i had gained from the hole. I had figured that i was probably in Buddha's ear, so i should head downwards to try and get out, as that seemed logical. I sat for a little more, just resting with no thoughts in particular. I awoke while sitting there.

Now, the thing i wanted t odiscuss is that this dream has alot of similarities to other dreams. Yet again, dreams are either showing continuity in either story lines, or the same things happen in different ways. For example, in this dream i enter a dark cave and cannot keep up with the "leader". That happened in a nightmare that you can read somewhere below. Second, the men in suites trying to recruit me. I had a dream the other night (i didn't write it down because i was being lazy) that a man came to my apartment and tried to recruit me. I had at first accepted, but when i found out what he wanted me to do i refused and ran away from him. After i fled him i had run back to my apartment and it was burned down. Some other stuff happened in the dream but i ended up going to a superhero squad (yeah, lol) for help. As i was on my way out the door, one of the superhero's looked to me and said, "hey, you know-" but before he could finish i said "thanks but no thanks. i already have more than enough offers of people wanting me to join them." I think it was important because not only does it show that i was paying attention to what had happened earlier in the dream, but it also goes back to my other dream where a cop tries to recruit me. This would be the 3rd dream in almost 3 straight days where i am being recruited. I'm not sure what this person/things wants, but i believe it is not good and it has to stop invading my dreams...


For the next dream, it was actually quite warming and comforting, and very mellow.

It was winter time on a lake. The lake was large, surrounded soft shorlines that led into woods or shorelines that broke off into valley. The lake was half frozen and the surrounding land was covered in snow. The dream started off with me viewing a small group of animals swimming towards the shore. I was not actually looking with my own eyes, it was like watching a documentary. It was an assortment of animals. Ranging from cats, pigs, turtles and other random assorted creatures. Then, i finally "spawned" in the dream (and i was viewing it from my own eyes thankfully.) I was standing where the animals had come ashore and scattered off. They where long gone by the time i spawned and their footprints where pretty much faded. However, there was a small cat left there crying. I petted and comforted the cat and it stopped crying. It began snowing, so i started making a shelter. What happened next was a sort of time line, if you will. images of me
playing with the cat through the seasons, the cat getting bigger and older, and myself as well. The shelter growing fro ma simple shack into a full blow log cabin, growing in complexity. The cat and i where best friends. the dream ended with the cat and i sitting lazily atop hill off to the west of the lake, on a
warm sunny day....


Looking back at the dream, i realized the cat was orange, the same color as my old friend "kitty". It's strange, because i met kitty in an extremely similar fashion. I had found kitty in a graveyard, jsut a little kitten, alone scared and sad. I brought kitty back with me to my house, and kept him on my stomach for hours jsut petting him and telling him it was okay. Eventualyl he stopped shaking and crying and curled up and slept. Since then, kitty was my best friend. He grew up with me jsut as i did, and he only ever answered to me. He would cry at my door until i let him in. He would always cuddle on my lap when i watched tv, no matter how big he got. (he got pretty big at the end of his life). If he was across the yard playing, i would only have to call him once and he would come sprinting full force to my side. Kitty was the beset cat, and even better friend. I like to think that dream was Kitty just paying me a visit, and reminding me of some of the good times, and the important things in life.


This last dream isn't really a dream. It's a false awakening, but i thought it was really funny so i wanted to share it.

I get to work extremely early, (like an hour, sometimes earlier than that) and considering the over time is not allowed right now, i had nothing to do so i decided to take a nap in the conference room.. I had a false awakening where i woke up in the conference room, but i was late because it was the buzzer that woke me up. For some reason, in this dream i had 3 large boxes of pennies and dimes. I had jumped up at the sound of the buzzer and knocked the boxes all over the floor. I began scrambling, trying to pick them up, so i could clock in on time. While picking them up, i thought to myself "Wait, why the hell do i have all these coins and why did i bring them to work?" I then woke up for real in the conference room....10 minutes before the buzzer

It was kinda dis-orientating....

Morning of January 21, 2014. Tuesday.



I think I am in the same apartment as the manticore dream, but the layout is different and seemingly a bit bigger. Burl Ives is a chubby version of Sigmund Freud. Whatever next? Well, I guess this is my “celebrity year” after all. Somehow, though, he is also a Russian man named Ion Nocalov. None of this makes any sense, of course, but why should it? In my mind, I can easily see Sigmund Freud and Burl Ives as the “same person” for several reasons. Both are sort of a “doubting Thomas”. In the case of Burl Ives, he denied Magnus - but came to know the truth. In the case of Sigmund Freud, I can say with a good degree of certainty that I do not agree with a single thing he has ever written on anything. And as for Ion Nocalov…well…I do not know who that is. He seems to be getting ready to leave and has a cigar stuck in his face and is putting on a shabby burlap-bag-like coat over his pristine white suit. He pauses, looks at his waistcoat watch, and writes some notes on a yellow pad on his desk. I get the impression it is my desk and my apartment, and he seems to be imposing in astounding ways, but I do not say a word. For a moment, I hear ocean waves, so we may not be on Third Street in La Crosse, even though I am almost certain.

A fire nymph runs around the room. I am astounded. Burl does not notice. I point. He looks. She is gone - how annoying. After a time, I notice that there is a Scrabble tile holder on the desk, with Scrabble letters that spell out “Sigmund Fraud”. I am amused that Ion/Sigmund/Burl has not noticed this blatant error.

I put my hand into the fire upon the next appearance via the “abdomen”. It does not burn. Burl aka Ion is talking on the phone. He keeps saying “what?" I thought he had been responding to me as I am speaking but this is not the case. For a moment, I think he catches a glimpse of the girl of fire from the corner of his eye. "I’m calling the fire department,” he says loudly. I can hear the old-style rotary noises as if he is dialing about twenty numbers or more - which is quite ridiculous, as emergency numbers are of less digits, not a lot more.

The fire nymph grabs a TV remote and turns on a very large television. Assuming it is the La Crosse apartment, it is the southern wall. “My name is Mok, thanks a lot” sings an animated “Lou Reed” (I recall a precognitive dream of his death on October 27, 2013). I have not thought of this “song” at all in at least twenty years or more? IMDb reports it is from “Rock & Rule” from 1983. The IMDb plot summary (errors corrected) is “Angel, a member of a punk rock band in the apocalyptic future, is kidnapped by Mok, a legendary super-rocker. Obsessed with a dark experiment, Mok plans to use Angel’s voice to summon a demon from another dimension. The rest of the band follows Mok to Nuke York in an attempt to get her back.” (“Nuke York”? Oh brother.) I can honestly say that I saw this at least once over twenty years ago but have not thought about it at all since I saw it. In fact, I think I forgot all about it for the most part (except for that annoying “song”) an hour after I saw it.

“What’s this sh–?” asks Burl aka Sigmund aka Ion. “I don’t know,” I say with my jaw hanging open. “Mok doesn’t even rhyme with lot.”

“Well, that’s really stupid,” he replies, talking through his cigar, and turns off the television.

Suddenly, the west wall (an internal division) explodes outward and the fire girl is on a black horse, sort of swaying as if listening to a slower song, with the horse breathing misty tendrils. “F–k me!” says Burl. He sounds almost like plaster “speaking”…or what plaster would sound like if it could talk. There is a roaring and a “quivering” in the environment that is not quite right, like being inside of a can someone is shaking. “Dragon! Dragon!” he yells, leaving the room. “It’s not a dragon, it’s a horse,” I say calmly, but he is gone. I decide to risk it and walk into the imagery. It is almost like feeling my way around in a dark room as I am not oriented to the environment “correctly” somehow - more like the top part of my body and the lower part of my body are in two different frames of reference.

I find myself on the horse behind the nymph. We fly over pools of beautiful glowing lava and “lava falls”, forest fires, arctic regions, blizzards, the ocean, both stormy and calm, including the rolling waves at El Jobean, and lakes glowing orange from reflected sunlight as the sun is setting. It goes on and on. It reminds me vaguely of other dreams where there is a clear physical awareness, yet at the same time, the world is moving when the body is mostly in one point in space.

I am back at North Monroe street as a boy (Florida). It seems very odd to move about, taking longer to get somewhere with shorter legs. I look over the small stack of comic books on the tank in the bathroom. There was “The Cowsills”, the “Hot Stuff” one where he is shooting at a three-headed ogre (apple on each head?) with his trident, a Walt Disney one with Magica De Spell and something about hiding inside a brick fence or wall, I think, and a Bugs Bunny one with Daffy Duck.

My older brother Jim (deceased) is smiling and sitting on the couch along the south wall in the living room when I tell him of the great Russian psychologist, Ion Nocalov, who thought that all horses were dragons.

Then the dream changes a little as he tries to copy the name I say, acting as if it is a clever invention. “Vola Con Noi! We can fly!”

Added note: If it was not for this quite vivid dream, I would have surely lived the rest of my life without ever thinking of “Rock & Rule” again. Funny how things can be “hidden” like that, yet remembered to some extent with “cues”. This is actually one of the only movies presently that I had “forgotten” so much of this way in my lifetime. I wonder what that says about the movie.

The mashed up image is with other fairly recent entries, was going to use it in an additional notes entry, but will include it with this one.

Important additional note: One of the most absurd things I have ever read regarding Freud was how a particular person apparently did not have a “wish fulfillment” dream (according to that dreamer’s view) and this was determined by Freud to be a “wish fulfillment” dream anyway, because it was the “wish” of the dreamer to prove that not all dreams were wish fulfillment relative to Freud’s theory. This was so pathetic and absurd that it instantly (in my mind) demoted Sigmund Freud to the level of a cartoon character. It is probably one of the most absurd things I have read on dreams.

Ok. I'm going back to the pyramid tonight. Going to visit it at night with a full moon lighting the way. If anyone else wants to go, ill be the black crazy horse. Lol

Morning of January 21, 2014. Tuesday.



I am on the second or third floor of a large old building, likely part residential and part commercial, seemingly on Third Street in La Crosse, the street (and seeing it from the same building) where, in 1991, a large group of teens turned over a police car and set it on fire after the Coon Creek Canoe Races. Over time, it seems much like my (half - on my mother’s side) brother Dennis’s old apartment, which I have not dreamt of that much (and presently have no online references to it yet). I am sitting at a desk near the window, which faces west. I seem to be working on some documentation of some kind, perhaps an educational report for state government (one is due soon in real life). I seem to be somewhat distracted, though, as if my mind is trying to clarify where I am, but in a very subtle way.

I hear about four teenage girls joking about on the street below. I think it is late afternoon. I look out and see they are looking up at “my” window. “Rasta rasta come out and play,” one says. None of them are familiar. “Oh no, he’s looking,” says one, running off but in a playful manner. (I am not Rastafarian, by the way - though I strongly relate to and understand the concepts of the “Babylonian system”, though older-style dub reggae is some of the only music I can truly get into other than styles my father performed as well as wrote.)

Over time, I hear them talking and apparently planning or plotting something, but I am not sure what to make of it. I do not think they are left-over spectators of the canoe races. They seem to be “fans” of some sort, though I cannot quite make the connections and am not sure of their intent. I sit with my chin resting on my left hand, thinking.

“Come on, I came all this way and you’re not coming down? What are you doing up there?” It seems one is a “leader” of sorts.

I look out again, and am almost hit with a small package tied with a large blue ribbon that comes through the open window and lands on the desk. I read some writing on the package that clearly says “Dread” (supposedly addressed to me) and part of a note that says “Dear Dread”, which is interesting as the two words have the same letters. I am vaguely aware that I have dreadlocks, but only in a very loose sense and only a bit in back (my wife usually combs this out in a personal screaming session when my hair is pulled). I am not sure what to do. I had been working on yet another new style of dub with special types of frequency bands, but have not finished anything yet, due to my overly meticulous associations so far this year - even with inaudible phasing - nuances I often think of that most people do not even know exist. Curiously, these girls seem to know about my special abilities regarding sound manipulation, which only a very small number of people apparently know about if the huge amount of misinformation (even from “experts”) on the Internet is anything to go by. Still, it is hard to believe anyone younger could respect or understand that area of knowledge, so I am somewhat suspicious of their motives. I am also somewhat annoyed by their seeming lack of self-control in public.

These thoughts pass through my mind, rather than anything relative to lucidity or even having fun of any kind. (I do not directly notice any musical instruments in the room - there is nothing studio-like about the room as it is more like a home business office.) I open the rest of the package and find that it is a larger hand puppet that is apparently a manticore, although its head is more lion-like at first. I notice that the letter has some rather unusual but precise anagrams of “manticore”. Looking at the list, I see:

Romance It!

Man erotic!

Cream into!

All of these being anagrams of “manticore” seriously puzzles me as if it was by design somehow, but almost as if everything that exists is a potential path to a different meaning. Another girl (possibly a version of my wife) who appears to be some sort of very shy “live-in secretary” is sitting at another desk near the middle of the room. I am thinking of going through business letters that I need to check, but my mind is wandering and thinking of inter-dimensional polarity reversal in “key” areas. It is as if I “almost” know how to open a gate or portal by inverting certain linear patterns so that others are then extant. I am trying to work out “zero pairs” into the concept and cannot quite get it, probably because I am thinking in fifth-dimensional ways, which is impossible to resolve. I am thinking of layered XOR functions (almost like a “she loves me, she loves me not” series, trying to work out if the end result will be a positive variable or a negative one), but then dismiss it, as the universe is not a computer, so that would not work.

I put the manticore hand puppet on my right arm and admire the highly detailed homemade handiwork. It is soft and velvety and looks as if it cost a lot of money in special or rare materials It also seems to have dreadlocks as a mane, but in a subtle way. I sense my wife as a shadow on the wall, but the “shadow” is white and somewhat glistening instead of black (recurring) - likely based on the concept of photographic negatives. She walks around “on” the wall (that is, a “shadow” without a visible source) and my mind starts wandering again in concepts of fractal geometry and what connects where and what “door” goes where. Meanwhile, I start to play around with the hand puppet, moving it a certain way, its lion face becomes more of a man’s face by some sort of rolling section of material. Moving its mouth by way of my hand motions inside the puppet, large rows of sharp “teeth” come out, resembling shark teeth - and I play about making its mouth open and close, watching the teeth sway about, which are a bit like plastic or real bone attached to the velvety material and row of silk to simulate the “lips”. I continue to look at the remarkable complexity of the puppet, still thinking of the skills it must have taken to make it, thinking that the girls may have good intentions and respect for me.

I decide to go downstairs, perhaps just to enjoy the outdoors or go for a walk. I put the puppet and letter on the desk. The cowardly lion from “The Wizard of Oz” touches my arm and says “D-D-Don’t go out there, d-duh, I wanna live, ehuh-ehuh…like dis…I don’t wanna see what’s out there”. I am annoyed by this “poor excuse for a lion/man” and say, slowly, going closer to his face, “Are you…supposed to be…Martha Washington?” and walk down the stairs. His sobbing becomes less audible behind me.

Four girls are on the staircase near the doorway. The main one says “My name is Micra. I’m the one who gave you the note.” (It dawns on me that “Micra note” is also an anagram of manticore.) “Hello Micra. Would you like to tell me what is going on?” She has orange “vibrating mirror” somewhat kaleidoscopic eyes (normally such eyes are more silvery and highly reflective in dreams). In fact, they all have orange eyes, and with the small black stripes of their irises, I am thinking of tigers, but not quite in a threatening way…Tangerine Dream has a song version of the poem, and it flows somewhere in the distance…

“Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?”

She (the main “tiger girl”) touches my arm and fire emerges. The fire does not hurt, but I see my skin peel away, turning curly and black, flaking off, to reveal a bluish light underneath with differing “fibers” of darker and lighter. It reminds me vaguely of those “pills” that you light, and ash grows out swiftly, forming an “ash snake” - they used them for cheap Fourth of July celebrations going by various names, I think, such as “Magic Black Snake”, “Cobra”, and “Python” - not only that, dreadlocks remind me somewhat of these “Magic Black Snakes” and my own “hair” is transforming as such. Eventually I fly up into the air moving over the street watching them run and wave, looking up. The entire environment starts to resonate and cracks like ice, sizzling in vertical wave-like patterns into crumbs of concrete and destroyed buildings and streets - and four smaller lights fly away in different directions, the scene somewhat like stage curtains self-pulling apart to reveal what is really behind it all, and at the same time, being a giant manticore’s mouth opening up (but very spectral, almost ice-like in appearance) and “letting me out”. I am vaguely aware of the concept of the phoenix. The “comet rain” (yet another manticore anagram) spreads and becomes more pastel-like.

My new “bat wings” carry me into a realm of stationary lights, somewhat abstract.

I fade into the real morning. My wife moans next to me, complaining about the heat.

“Cremation” is also an anagram of manticore…

Additional layers of association: An old Tommy Cash record with the song “Free Man”, including lines such as “The king of the jungle is a lion, but you kill his freedom once he’s in a cage” and “If you only want a puppet then go buy one, if that’s how it is then I can’t stay”. Another song was “Four Strong Winds” with the line “You could join me if I’d send you down the fare”. This was our original plan but I moved to Australia.

The four girls are the “four strong winds” of freedom, perhaps Earth, Air, Fire, and Water as well.

An episode of “Grimm” called “The Good Soldier” (season 3, episode 11) features the manticore, which I not only did not know of prior to the dream, it has not aired here in Australia yet…we only just saw the last episode of season 2 - I will count that as precognition (or remote viewing?). It is one of the only newer shows we watch.

I was on a hill with some DC that caught a poison cougar and took its skin.I looked around myself and there was a brick castle, then i realized i was dreaming and said "not again".I went on top of the castle looking for a high cliff to jump off and wake myself up, i jumped and when i hit the ground i would return to where i jumped from until i jumped the third time.I hit the ground and stuck to it like a pancake i could not move for a while but i got up eventually, i started closing my eyes and yelling wake up!But nothing worked.There were some dumpsters and i went to hide behind them but then an old lady picks me up and puts me for wager in a poker game.While there playing im just looking at them not knowing what will happen next.The old lady that picked me up loses and throws me in front of a car, when the car hit me i woke up.

Technically a nightmare, but I was not as scared as I should be, before I went to sleep I prayed for a blessing against fear, and a blessing of protection, so my dream self was actually quite a champ.

Shooting game against girl? on a motorbike, she was really tough and I ended up having to jump into a lake to escape her wrath. I feel like that was a game on a TV, because now I am inside a house with my soulmate, someone else, and a friend who is adding an attachment to the TV for me, and wrapping wires around.

New scene:

I get to a town, it's daylight, I think zombies are around I find a hatchet on the ground, open a door and throw it in at the first person I see
Well now I am arrested, and in a jail cell, that was not a zombie! How rude. This cell is so tight, there are 3 toilets literally next to each other with 3 inmates(myself included) having to stand on the toilets because there is no other room in the cell. One of us slips and feet splash into a toilet

Now I am free again, but I have to make a dangerous trek across the wasteland back to that town. I am with a group of people, who all see to have some sort of special powers. We are motorbiking across this desert. The very last of us in the line is landskiing attached to line on a bike ahead. We pass a group of monster/demon/people and they end up getting the guy who was skiing and tearing him apart. But his special power is that when he dies he tears reality apart and turns into a giant digitized heavenly motorbiker and rides right out of the sky and back into our reality on a dirtbike. How useful.

We make it back to town, and it is nearing dark and we are prepping our safe house because the werewolfs will be out soon. I seem very interested in this process, and I know it is my first time here, so I am unsure of what will happen, but the other guys are seasoned and know their jobs. It's dark now. We have everything closed except for the blinds of one of the windows(bullet proof). It is one of those german style blinds that are on the outside of the window. The window is the size of the entire door frame. It is dark so I can't see out the window but as I start to let the blinds down, they suddenly stop falling down at about my heads height. Upon closer inspection I can see the outline of a werewolf, and the blinds have landed on his head. He puts his hand to the glass and starts using his claw to draw circle motions. So I pull all of the blind string out at once, and back up, and then kick forward toward the glass right at his face to startle him backwards. It does the trick, he pulls back, I release the string and the blinds drop further down.

When I turn around I to head back to the others, I find that I am outside of the complex now... and it's dark. WTF. Anyways I get ripped apart by monsters, and then I have the idea to use the power that the other motorbiker had, and in a semi lucid state I start focusing on breaking reality to fight back the monsters. I summon hundreds of copies of myself to fall out of the sky and blazing speeds, and land on monsters. I start spinning my avatars exceedingly fast like tornados and other effects. But I cannot get back into the house. I know why, because if I use any sort of reality altering trick to get into the house, the monsters will "learn" that same skill, and be able to break in. This goes on for a few moments, but then in my half lucid state I become careless and try to get in. I cannot,, until I use outside of the box thinking. I expand myself around the entire house(I can see the interior briefly), and then expand myself outward to the shape of a giant snowglobe. Then I SHATTER my giant snowglobe, and the snowglobe inside the house on the shelf shatters and I expand from that smaller globe into the house. Along with all my demons. Clever, but deadly.

Everyone dies.

1. [Non-Lucid]
Watching something on TV in a school classroom when someone gets a text message saying that theirs a gas leak and the fire alarm is out. I commented that the fire alarm is out so we should get out of here, everyone agreed and we left.

2. [Non-Lucid] [Vivid]
Was drinking through a really weird straw that was not easy to get much out (the drink tasted like coke), there was no cup either, suddenly got ridiculously excited (it felt good...like it usually does)...woke up in a sticky mess -.-. [Random Lucidity...no?]

3. [Non-Lucid] [Vivid-ish]
On a ship (oil tanker thingy) with a girl, shes driving through waves so I mentioned to not let the ship go side on to the waves as to not capsize.
The waves appear to be getting bigger and bigger until we end up in an ocean of these huge shiny ice blue crystals (some even floating in the air). Now we are having to navigate around them trying not to hit them with the ship.
Not sure if were still in the ship or not but we are still trying to get through this ocean, we end up in a narrow passage.

4. [Non-Lucid]

Fragments:
In some sort of enclosure for an animal

In my dream, I was sitting in my computer room with my brother. There was also a psychologist sitting in a green plastic chair. She Had short straight black hair, and smiled a fake smile.

First she asked my brother if he had any competition lately. My brother didn't know. I suggested tennis.

Then the psychologist turned to me and asked "Remember the demon?"

I think she was referring to an old dream I had ages ago...which freaked me out a bit

I just smiled and laughed at her saying "Haha, we all go through those horror stages!"
In the corner of my eye, I saw my mother stand behind me.

(I became Lucid after my mum entered the room)

The Psychologist was smiling sweetly at me, but I looked into the reflection of a tv behind her. In the reflection she was glaring at me. She looked like she wanted to kill me. She had yellow eyes with flecks running through them.

I then had some kind of seizure and then fell to the floor. I was freaked out so I closed my eyes and pretended to be dead.

Then I woke up at 12:00am in the morning XD Feeling freaked out and scared.

A few weeks ago I had a dream and in it Keola asked me, "What balloons designs should I practice?" I said "super heroes!"

When I woke up in the morning Keola was sitting in the living room twisting balloons. He had already made made spiderman, the hulk and was working on wolverine. That was really funny. I laughed and told him that I just had a dream about telling him to make superhero balloons.

Just a small aside; not even two weeks after rejoining I've had three lucids... Knew being involved here would do the trick!

I had several small dreams last night, but they were dull so I'll cut to the chase.

I am sitting on a red velvet couch in an incredibly elegant ballroom. Red velvet curtains twenty feet high have been drawn across all the windows, and beautifully polished wood pillars stretch upwards fifty feet to the cathedral ceiling. A glimmering chandelier hangs above the ballroom floor, casting a golden hue across the room. I know I am waiting for someone, but whom I'm not sure.

Suddenly, a beautiful Latino woman tackles me off of the couch. Before I know whats happening, she begins hurling fireballs at me. I remember that I'm spider man, and I begin slinging around the room, even though my webs are invisible. Her flames are flying everywhere, but the room is impervious to fire or magic, as nothing catches. I sling some webs at her but they seem to have no affect. Finally, I hide behind one of the luxurious curtains and get a good look at her - gorgeous, and in a white dress with a large cleavage swoop and quite long train.

The beauty of both the place and the woman jolts me into lucidity. As soon as I become lucid she lowers her hands, and turns to look me in the eye, smiling. Most dream DC's I encounter go still and brain dead when I become lucid, but not this one. I walk slowly out from the curtain and I am suddenly in a tuxedo, and I have the overwhelming feeling that this is my ballroom. "You're finally awake!" she says with a smile, which I must admit creeped me out. Usually in my lucids whatever plot was occurring vanishes, but not so here.

"Dance with me" she requests, as the two of us embrace in fine ballroom posture. We begin sweeping around the ballroom in the most elegant waltz of all time. My heart is in my throat as I haven't had a lucid this clear in months. After a few moments of our sweeping dance, I try to recall the task of the month, and recall the basic one about asking New Years resolutions. The effort of remembering causes me to dance clumsily and nearly lose lucidity. I stop dancing to look at my hands and surrounding to anchor myself, and notice that the red paint of the walls has become a Christmas wallpaper of green gold and red. I look at her and her beauty makes me nervous to speak to her, even though I know its all a dream. I ask her her New Years resolution.

Suddenly, she sweeps me up and begins to lead like I was a few moments before. She is leading so hard that she seems to just pick me up and hover me across the floor in an aggressive dance. She spins me and dips me like a lady and I take this to mean her resolution was to take control, whether it be dancing or something deeper. I find it funny that I am being held in a dip, and I allow myself to lose lucidity and wake up grinning.

WHAT A COOL DREAM!

Morning of January 19, 2014. Sunday.



I am about fourteen. School has just let out for the day at a variation of 20 Copeland Avenue in La Crosse, with our school as the Spencer building. The surrounding area is not as it is in real life. Zsuzsanna is near my age in my dream though had been in different classes. I approach her and ask if I can walk her home. I consider her extraordinary beauty. Amusingly, I stutter and seem shy in asking (not at all a conscious self attribute). She is wearing denim shorts and a dark blue top and carrying about three textbooks and a small notebook at her side in her right arm. It takes a few attempts before I make my intent known. Her friend, an unfamiliar girl, is amused and goes her own way, and I walk with Zsuzsanna for the two or three blocks she lives from our school. We walk south as I remain on her right, wearing mostly black, gray, and dark blue, with an open black lightweight trenchcoat. My dream implies that we had never met before this, yet she is my ideal female and I consider that no one else could come close to her essence.

She is living in a white one-storey cinderblock house on a northwest corner of a suburban block (two blocks south of our school and one block east) with her father and two younger brothers of about two years apart in age. Curiously, he seems Caucasian, about thirty, and does not have an accent, which I find puzzling. (I had spoken with her father in real life on the telephone, but never met him). He has a mustache and is wearing a tank top and blue jeans. He sits in a white armchair, facing south and watching television with a can of beer or soda in his left hand, west of where I spend the most time in the room. He is watching “Hair”, though dubbed in Hungarian (which I had joked with Zsuzsanna in real life in it being the only version I saw listed on YouTube). The two boys are playing on the floor. The “father” looks at my unusual clothes and asks me if I am supposed to be some kind of magician or witch and asks me what I can do. I tell him that I mostly consider myself to be a sorcerer.

I hold up my right hand (forearm out but at about forty-five degrees upward or less), palm up, and a loud sizzling comes out as a flame flows from my palm and into the air with a sort of muffled light explosion, and for a moment, a separate higher column of heat and fire is there, which fades fairly quickly. An additional small flame dances in the air, doing figure eights and spinning before dissipating. I do this four times, creating a tiny (hummingbird-sized) “fire girl” that does a few pirouettes in the air. He seems impressed but not alarmed in any way.

I look around and notice that the room is messy. There is a broken glass on the floor near one wall, and miscellaneous books, clothes, opened mail, and toys. I take Zsuzsanna flying for a short time, staying in the neighborhood. The front door is open, so we fly out (and return) through it. I ask her father if I can come by on a regular basis and he seems okay with the idea. However, after leaving on my own, while above the sidewalk about half a block away, I can hear him, with my enhanced hearing, asking his sons to look through his house and make sure nothing is missing as he seemingly thinks I am able to teleport objects from their location to steal them. It does not matter to me, as I look forward to spending time with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

I continue south for several blocks, flying fast, often in a diagonal orientation. I land on a few roofs to look around and then notice a church gathering with old people. I talk with the elderly people. They seem depressed. I recognize a male I knew when I was much younger (and who in real life is about my age), but he is much older than me here, yet I do not find this unusual. I think that I can find specific people based on their silhouette, with “mental radar” that encircles the planet. I am able to locate a couple people for a couple other lonely people at a church lunch, also finding a lost relative for one of them. I then fly around more.

I am near a small outdoor football stadium and a large hall for local players that is just south of the field, probably implied as a futuristic or built-up version of Eagle Field. There are a few violent gang members at the building who are possibly friends with some of the football players. I am confronted by a lot of tough characters, but I am able to avoid them by flying about in the large room and dodging knives that are thrown at me. I become an anthropomorphic form of fire, somewhat like the Human Torch from the Fantastic Four. I aim at various locations (not directly at any people) and rings of fire spin up from my forearms, around my wrists, and out from around my closed fists in a spiral while other sections of flame columns come straight out in a tube-like fashion. It is a curious sensation with a vivid awareness of pumping and flowing. Finally, I get so annoyed by all the knives flying through the air and having to dodge them, I send them back to the neck or chest of each thrower, a total of about seven. They somehow remain alive but are unable to do anything.

I leave the building and look around outside and decide to sit down in the grass in a meditation position to relax, facing the hall to the east. I hear the coach yell at me from the doorway of the hall, “You may think you are some kind of superhero, but let me tell you, you will feel the cold of winter when it comes, the same as any of us!”

Annoyed by this disruption of my attempted meditation, I hover into the air about five feet while still in the same cross-legged meditation position and hold my arms out horizontally and a bit forward. Cold waves of energy flow from my forearms and out through my wrists, producing thousands of randomly spiraling snowflakes that spread over the entire landscape. It is a beautiful feeling. I feel a vibration through my forearms and a great wind flowing from my trenchcoat and out through my wrists. The blizzard becomes more intense and I feel fantastic and exactly where I should be. The ground is covered with snow and I feel I have made my point. I enjoy the feelings of the icy winds that almost seem to nurture me. They are a welcome contrast from the heat of the previous scene. The coach stands frozen in the doorway in suspended animation and I consider that I might release him in a thousand years or so. I do not see anyone else. I am ecstatic, cold air flowing from my forearms and wrists, almost sensual in nature, creating a beautiful blizzard. I am the foundation and origin of the forces of nature. I get the impression that I could create anything.

I fly over another region, near apartment buildings of up to about four floors, causing them to ice over entirely with a pleasing musical sound of rapidly building-up layers of ice, several layers at a time as the window glass cracks. The buildings turn light gray with frost and cars stop, frozen to the snowy streets. Time passes, and my dream finally starts to loose cohesion as my thoughts change and begin to focus on the layers of ice.

I start thinking of archaeology (which I have held an occasional interest in since childhood). I lift up a large section, about a full quarter of the entire length of sidewalk, and crack it open, concrete and all, and notice that it looks somewhat like an onion, though with the essence of diamonds. I think about what sort of features, including treasures, that could be found in the various layers of ice. I notice that it is night, becoming darker (even though it had been afternoon a short time before). I slowly wake, feeling very happy.

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Several pages of detail (including the numerous common autosymbolic meanings) have been removed from this entry to keep it a reasonable length. In this subliminally lucid dream (meaning, as a result of a specific type of synaptic gating, that my conscious self identity was aware that I was dreaming even though my dream self was not), there was the usual effortless flying and manifestation of unlimited confidence and additional abilities and a more defined control of the vestibular system ambiguity that is an inherent factor of REM sleep. The last scene, with the diamond-like layers, was a subliminal realization of temporality (chronological patterns in the analogy of a timeline along with viable memory), which does not usually exist in the dream state. I used to work on Copeland Avenue near the building featured, but there was never a school there, and Zsuzsanna and I are not close in age as this dream implied, and she has never been to America. The only dream element related to real life is the carryover regarding the “Hair” movie dubbed in Hungarian.

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I wanted to meet the devil again. I scrolled down to his lair and asked his minion for permission. I told him that he should know me by now. As i waited, I swing on ropes the whole time catching crazy air. He took too long and was probably busy so I decided to leave to outer space.

I wanted to visit a planet far far away, so i did. I pretty much scrolled through a replica of planets. I chose some earth-like planet and wanted to meet the species on it. I tried inventing what they would look like (had a character from sesame street on mind crossed with character from Wild Things) but my representation was tainted by Earth, because all i saw were bears. I saw a parking lot that looked no different from earth.

I decided to overcome my fear of flying. I started out hovering and had trouble getting any higher. I let things happen naturally and went up slowly but surely. I was getting slightly anxious, but reminded myself that i wouldn't get hurt. I was up in the clouds and proud of myself for getting this far. The only thing I didn't do was look down, which i'm not sure if i'm proud of or not.

I tried to find my dream guide. at first i went into my home garage and there was a black lady there. I asked if she was my dream guide and she said that she will be my counselor. I told her that I do not need a counselor, but a dream guide. After calling me schizo and crazy, i left and realized that she wasn't for me. I tried elsewhere. There was an ugly dude with a conehead and a cut up face who claimed to be my dream guide. I was shallow and hesitant because I was being superficial and thought my dream guide would be more beautiful. I still am not sure if they are. Anyway, i got over my fear of flying and decided to do the complete opposite.......meditate at the bottom of the ocean. I could feel the though make my physical body quiver, but i did it anyway. I closed my eyes with my "dream guide" at the dark bottom of the ocean and within seconds, some massive animal bumps into me and flings me. I do not break my zone and keep meditating. it happens again. I do not break. this happened for a few seconds and i guess i figured i had enough, so it stopped.

I was in my apartment and there were numbers on the fridge. i was going to arrange them to make todays date, but i didn't. there was a NAKED in the fridge that i wanted but for some reason i grabbed some nasty orange liquid instead by accident. i said fuck it. there was a tiger running loose and i tried to jump on the countertop before it partially grabbed my foot. it did no harm.

The trip to mars.
Maybe for a crime, who knows?
But they said I'm here to do "paperwork".
It's a Thursday so there is no oxygen there today.
But that's alright I have a rebreather mask.
There's a girl at the Navport on Earth guiding me to our warp.
She's cute.
Someone I know - my old drill sergeant - sees me and says "You look like you're going home."
I see my dad one last time while checking in my ticket.
Tell him I will be back tomorrow, don't worry.
And then I warp to the ship interior.
I look around and there are gems encrusted on flaky golden walls like stucco.
Very curious . . .
"It's called dinosaur wheat..." someone whispers to me. A shudder goes down my spine and I wake up.

Quick bathroom break, prayer, back to sleep.

Fast forward a few hours later, dreamtime.
I am on the surface of mars, naked
with only a blanket draped over me.
My inventory is a knife.

There are unnamable creatures all over this planet, ready to tear me to shreds. Now I know this was punishment.

Why did I get sent here? Well it started with a 15 dollar skull. I was at a shop, and saw this piece, removed the price tag, pocketed and left. I was caught, taken to trial, and accepted my judgement. I almost escaped, ran through the city, a few guys chasing me. They eventually caught me. Now here I am.

But there's hope! I can see a small plateau ahead of me with a group of humans on top, beckoning me over. I reach the cliff side of the plateau and then realize there is a giant pillbug looking creature coming to me. I drop, let my blanket fall over me, and wait for it to get near. It investigates with its head, and I take the chance and jut my knife into its weak point.

Fade to black.

I remember playing some sort of airborne glowing shooting game with those same guys later on. It was vivid, but hard to describe, and after that I woke.