memorable

Ok well I was out of town and didn't have the time to do these on a daily basis.

29Dec13

I took notes on this one after the fact, a couple dreams after and wrote the night after I had it so it was pretty fuzzy.

I was dating or met and started dating a girl. There was another girl (her friend) who was dating one of my friends. Bars and clubs. Rode a bicycle with both of them down a street and going up and down street curbs. Other girl began to go crazy and tried to steal my car, I got in passenger side and pulled e-break so she couldn't take it. Ended up at a show where both of them had been performers. I took a seat for the show in a theater in the second row down, had to pass a few people and sat next to an older lady who had to move her leg or her purse. The intro was someone from the dukes of hazard apologizing for the crazy girl not being there and sorry they could not perform that night. The second act started with tall skinny girls dancing, they were all fully clothed from head to toe in heavy woven fabric doing crazy dancing.

30Dec13

This one I went lucid in and took notes right when I woke up. There was a lot more before this but I only remember snippits.

Started with me on a ship. I was going to the aft end and up a couple of decks. I went outside to see how the deck looked to see what shape it was in. For some reason I was carrying a blanket. Anyways when I got there it was really rusted but it looked like it had been freshly painted in some spots. In the water was clouds of stuff either dirt or rust. I turned around to head in and at this point is was night. A girl who worked for me was standing there and was very sad. I talked to her and found out that her husband had died. I asked from what and she said it was something crazy like malaria. I consoled her and hugged her deeply and for a long time. She climbed into my lap like a child would and straddled me. A few more people showed up there or were there and I just noticed. I knew or had the feeling that her husband was a jerk and bad for her. I told her that she should go out with another girl that was there and they should tear up the town, trying to break up the tension. Another girl crawled up to the girl who was very young, maybe 2 and I was surprised she was there by herself. I told the girl that I would take care of everything with her husband and left. I got up and started climbing stairs up and thought, "oh I have a lot to do, stressful" this was a cue to do a reality check, hands, fingers were 5, 6, 7 nice.

LUCID: I thought of flying up the rest of the way and then remembered I was working on anchoring. I looked at my hands in detail, wrinkles and hairs, moved closer to the light to get better detail. I now felt anchored! I was half way up stairs but now I was climbing up boxes. I climbed to the top and now I was on a stack of boxes and crates in a big open area, still on a ship. I anchored again since I was in a new place. Once I finished thought what should I do? I thought try to shoot fire balls from your hands? why not? This was one thing I had on my bucket list. I put my hand in the air and did some moving and thought and some words and said "fire!" and threw my hand forward. The ball went it was a ball a little bigger than a baseball, it was kind of a puttering fire ball, it was black and then on fire and black and kind of moved this way and that way. This is not the type of ball I wanted to shoot. I imagined more what I wanted it to look like and threw another. Much better it went faster and kept fire and straight. I threw it towards a couple of people and they jumped out of the way. I threw several of them all around me at people. fun. How about ice? I then threw ice balls around me in a similar fashion, these were just like snow balls. Then I tried electricity/lightning, my favorite by far. Balls of light went and when they hit gave the DC they were thrown at a nice jolt. To my right there were a couple people who looked like they were going to retaliate, so I began to use both hands and threw a barrage of fire balls towards them. Needless to say there was no retaliation. There was this really large guy behind me who I had thrown a couple of balls at and he dodged, I hit him with lightning and it zapped him. I finished throwing balls and climbed down the boxes. He was kind of mocking me so I thought of something else I could do, a "finishing move" I guess. So I threw both my hands in the air and said "Meteor!" and brought them down, at this point it began to rain meteors and got the mocker. I was thoroughly pleased with myself. I headed toward a door that was in front of me to further explore. As I reached toward a door knob the big guy grabbed my leg and pleaded with me not to go. I kind of stressed a little bit since he was so big and I didn't know if I could get him off of me. I shook once and he went off a bit. I started getting a bit mad and thought that if I couldn't get him off he was going to get it, I didn't have a plan for it but it was going to be rough for him. I did one more shake and he was off. I opened the door and walked into a neighborhood. The grass was green, it was a nice blue sky. The neighborhood was nice and I had just stepped out of the front door of a mid sized house, stucco siding and the clay shingles on the roof, 2 story. The house next door was similar as well. I noticed a big tree with green leaves. The road was a light blue like it hadn't finished loading the color yet. I practiced anchoring and probably didn't do it for long enough. I began walking toward the house next door and contemplated what I was going to do, break into the house? whoosh... out of the dream.

31st - Not much recall and only snippits.
The funeral of a friend and a moment of silence.
Waiting for others when I was leading, they would not follow. it was a mall like area.

1st - Not much recall and only snippits again but maybe an OBE?
Main thing I remember is falling asleep, I felt dream bodyish and just kind of rolled out of my body. I looked back in my bed and saw my wife sleeping, I didn't' see me.... or did I? My mind was playing tricks on me but it was definitely a dream now that I am remembering. I never became fully lucid since my mind convinced me I was just up from bed, don't remember what happened after that.

Morning of January 1, 2014. Wednesday. This is the second longer dream of the new year…I am almost certain I have had this scenario in part, at least a few times, as a young teenager, but have not checked.



It is the time and location of “The Chrysalids”. Prudence Wender (Prudence Farrow) is in isolation and finally moves to the Fringes, but goes back to see family on a regular basis (up until a point where it is not feasible due to a “revolution” of sorts). The Fringes is ruled by the Beatles, but mostly John “Spider-Man” Lennon. Someone of the normal human colony tells me “meditation lets in demons” (a comment I have seen in real life a few times - assuming they were actually serious, which frankly, is hard to believe, but then…“look around” as they sing in “Dear Prudence”) and I say “if meditation lets in demons, then when you actually sleep, you must become Satan” (Well, it follows the logic assuming one believes in such things which I do not).

The “normal” region is ruled by farmers and judgmental politicians (to keep any diversity of any kind from unfolding - even the usual natural diversity - cannot have actual truths scaring people) much as in the story. Obviously, neither “normal” society (although I enjoy farms in real life and would not mind living on one again) or the Fringes is suitable for me and my group. “Dear Prudence” is one of my favorite Beatles songs (second-favorite bass-line of any song). New Zealand (“Sealand”), for some inexplicable reason is mostly Native American and Romani, led by Buffy Sainte-Marie, yet they have large helicopters to “rescue” certain people from the other two locations and are the most developed.

Michael the telepath fails to reach the helicopters. Instead, he climbs a rope (thinking it to be a line from one of the “Sealand machines”). It turns out to be a rope from a basket being played by a Hindi man and only goes up so far (based on the East Indian rope trick). Too bad. Paul McCartney stands around playing acoustic guitar and singing (“Can you take me back where I come from?”).

I mistakenly end up on a jungle vine and swing around like a pitiful Tarzan (apparently someone is filming all this - the Fringes people, it seems, or a group of reporters that follow them). However, unlike the others, I am the only one that gets to Sealand where my wife had already been living (actually only having lived in Australia, not New Zealand). Pegasus comes and I ride comfortably to a helipad (this likely being a variation on the hundreds of prior times involving “Faithful and True”, but usually without wings). Interestingly, the giant Sealand metropolis also has deep forests integrated with certain areas, and we head there. I cannot wait to feel a sense of normalcy and peace.

Reading another person dream journal about a bush of gloves made me remember a fragment of a dream several weeks old. There is this mad bush. Instead of leaves it has thick leather gloves. Its braches are like wooden poles. They are going round and round like a conveyer belt gone crazy! It terrifies me. Is it common to dream of bushes with gloves as leaves? What might it represent?

12-31-2013 -- [Not enough detail remembered, but a quite cool dream, anyway.] I am at the Hickory house, trying to get some laundry done, and just kind of wandering around. I think mom and Melody are here, though I am not completely sure. Whoever they are, they are acting just a little strange, which has me worried. Whether it is some sort of mind control or some strange issue having to do with effects of the full moon, I am not sure, but in some way, I eventually manage to mitigate and reverse some of the strange behavior, even if it means wandering around in the neighborhood a little, late in the evening, with Barbara and Marvin glaring at me when I wander near their house.

Unfortunately that is not the only issue we have to deal with. Mom and Melody seem to be slowly warping into Amy and Rory Pond, and I think the 11th Doctor is around here someplace, though at the moment I am not him. We find ourselves kind of being attacked by giant mutant plants that look like they belong in an amazon rain forest or something. They have a bright red flower that is divided into three 'branches' with a central stock that somehow kind of sprays a mind control mist on people, taking them over, controlling their actions, and using them to take the flowers to more people. Turns out the way to battle the flowers is to grab them and thwack them hard on the central stock, which kind of knocks them out, at which point they kind of shimmer like one was looking at them through a heat haze, and then they turn into a more normal sort of flower and lose their grip on whoever they were controlling. So I free the Ponds, then the three of us run around and start bashing flowers all over the place, either hitting them directly on the stock with our fists, or bashing them against tables or walls, instead.

By the time we've got that incursion under control, I have turned into the 11th Doctor, just in time to find that the area we are in is slowly turning into a crowded and busy stadium, and there are people walking up behind us, trying to gently spray us with a different mind control mist, again trying to take everybody over. Amy and Rory (or perhaps Amy and River) have already started to collapse, but I try to throw myself into respiratory bypass, to avoid breathing the stuff in, as I start fighting back against those around us, and trying to free my fallen comrades. It's a minor bit of the usual kind of hunt and chase dream bits, as we fight our way free again, just to find we're now facing a fourth challenge.

It seems to be something in the air (all of these seem to be something in the air), but now they are somehow causing massive distrust between generations. Nobody over about 30 trusts anyone under that age, and vice versa. I am the odd one out, as I seem to kind of switch back and forth between the two groups in which I accept and am accepted, and Amy and Rory have enough trust for me that they can fight it off slightly. But we are running around in what I think is a small village in England, fighting off the rest of the town folk who are still under outside control, as we fight against bobbies, vicars, and regular people. Near the end, I may even find myself morphing into Harry Potter, hoping the Doctor may come to save us, as I wonder if my aunt's dislike of me could possibly be because of the mind control, though I know Uncle Vernon is just a jerk, plain and simple.

12-30-2013 -- On a college campus somewhere, probably Fullerton College, trying to finally finish registering for my CDL class, but every time I think I am close to finished, I find there is ever more that I have to do. So I am in the admissions office, filling out paperwork and trying to find out just how many more things I have to do, and they won't or can't tell me anything except the next one or two forms. It is maddening. I am running all around the building, being sent here and there for more forms, and finally get a little tired of it, and escape to a small office where I sit down to chat for a few minutes with Charles Purcell, one of the counselors from my high school. We're having a decent conversation, until we're interrupted by a couple of little who know him and are hugging and kissing him.

I excuse myself, and continue to wander around the school, where I find myself looking down some of the tops of some of the ladies in the office, enjoying the available view. In a small dining room, I come across several clowns and balloon artists I know from the Orlando area, and they are quietly discussing the latest news about the death of Don Caldwell, and I'm telling myself it can't be, as I try to find some paper in a nearby office, to write it down so I can do some internet research later and find out if it is true or not. I am hoping it is all a mistake, because I like Don. I am jotting down his age, which in the dream was something like 52 or 57, and a custodian walking by mistakes it for the number of a player on a sports team, and tries to strike up a conversation about it, which obviously doesn't work too well.

The dream is sort of lengthy with me continuing to wander around the office trying to get things sets up, though almost none of the details stick in my mind, and eventually I have left the building, and am heading on home to the Hickory house. I find myself on Crescent, just passing the nursery, pulling a wagon which for some reason I am calling a bus, as I draw it over the cracked and tilted sidewalk. For some reason, I start making odd wrong turns. I am directing myself with a compass, but I turn it so that north is whatever direction I say it is, rather than to actual north, as I find myself in odd areas from past dreams. I find myself in an area I remember driving another bus, which also involved goblins from the Harry Potter books, and the NCIS crew, though neither make an appearance in this dream. It is just the same area.

I soon find myself dodging around rail road crossings, and come to realize that I am somewhere in Tampa, when I find myself approaching a strange theme-park-like restaurant that seems to be a cross between Wolfgang Puck's and the Wilderness Lodge. It is either closed for the night, or perhaps has not yet opened, but if that is the case, the opening is drawing near. I head inside, anyway, though as I make it in, I find I am being chased by the guard collies that are watching the place. It is very strange being chased by about a dozen just slightly vicious, but highly gorgeous Lassie clones, but I am trying to get out of the way. I end up half swinging from the chandeliers, half swinging from vines in the trees which make up the roof of the restaurant, while workers who have spotted me come chasing after me. They are so determined to catch me that they are grabbing for anything near me, and seem to be pulling the entire place down around us. As far as I am concerned, this is not my fault!

As their net is closing in around me, I throw myself to the ground, and then slam through the kitchen doors, dodging this way and that until I make it outside and almost fly up and over a chain-link fence to safety. Problem is, while I have gotten away from the restaurant staff, I still find myself being chased by random smelly drunk people. Somehow I cause myself to throw up over this, which instantly causes them to throw up as well, distracting them so I can get away again. I am dodging around more railroad tracks, and soon find myself on a sort of roundabout, except this time I really am a train for a few minutes.

Soon I find myself on another sort of college campus (not the same one), where I seem to be trying to copy a forbidden record (possibly of Tom Lehrer songs) or perhaps trying to duplicate a very rare record so there is a back-up if anything happens to it, while getting ready to play it on the college radio station. They are trying to stop me, and recover the album, preventing any back-up copies from existing, though I manage to find a good place to hide it, nearly in plain sight. Meanwhile, I am still being chased, and dodging about here and there, while also kind of drifting in and out of sleep. Odd and entertaining.

12-28-2013 -- I am Harry Potter, and while doing a Runescape herb run, I have discovered that I have the ability to bring chalk drawings to life, like in Brandon Sanderson's teen book The Rithmatists. I have been working on it for a while, and am finally starting to get it all working, and decide I am ready to start teaching it to my friends.

Hermione is getting nowhere, because she is just simply incapable of believing that chalk drawings can come to life ... it doesn't fit her view of the world, even if she can see the proof of it in my own attempts. Ron is getting slightly further, managing to make his small drawing of a butterfly float a little unsteadily by somehow crossing his drawing with wingardium leviosa, but it is a very limited success. Neville is turning out to be the expert of the group, quickly surpassing even me, as he manages to bring his chalk plant drawings to life. He is really something.

Flash forward in time a little bit, and we are running around, fighting off Death Eaters in a setting that seems very reminiscent of the Chinese Bakery dream I had which either never got entered, or perhaps was only a fragment. The location and feel seems to combine the Death Eater fight with more hints of Runescape, and just a bit of the whole spy thing from Covert Affairs (a show I just started watching today). I am doing an herb run while under heavy fire from the Death Eaters, next to a large building.

I suddenly see a large chalk-drawing pumpkin-like vine sneaking up on one of the Death Eaters from behind the building. Rather than come directly at him, it has grown to circle the entire building in just a few seconds, and pounces on him from behind, wrapping him in vines and somehow not just capturing him, but starting to take him over.

The scene is shifting to become more sort of the Calico Square in Knott's Berry Farm, as Neville's chalkling has kind of taken on a complete life of its own, and is grabbing real life plants, animals, and even people, and mutating them into a half-whatever, half-chalkling creature, creating a new species. Thankfully it seems to have a sort of a sense of morals. While it takes over any plants it wants to, the animals it takes over seem to be damaged or abused, so that it's new species may give them a better life, and it is leaving us alone, but only taking over, mutating, and controlling evil humans like the Death Eaters. We're still a little nervous about what Neville has done here.

fragment 1:

I was in an elementary school-like classroom but it was filled with university students like me and we had all just finished the course. I had gotten the highest grade and then the teacher asked us to do an extra project where we had to 'dispatch a tree onto paper'. Whatever that meant. Everybody started looking for dictionaries to look up the word dispatch so that they got the true meaning of the project. Everybody started drawing a tree on paper and some strange guy, I'm not sure why thinking back on it. It's not like the guy was part of the instructions but everybody drew him anyways. I was really worried it would hurt my grade because I didn't quite understand the instructions then everybody got up and left. The teacher told me that she just made all that up about dispatching a tree, she just wanted me to draw whatever came to my imagination.

fragment 2:

I was hanging out with a bunch of people at a party and one girl got murdered in front of everybody. They all decided to cover up the murder and I didn't like that very much, I thought about killing the murderer. We made a plan and had to run from the police. Later on we were gathered around a fire outside and the murderer tried to kill me too, but she acted like she was just playing around by trying to stab me in the face with a knife. Then she murdered again.

fragment 3:

I was feeling pretty bad still about that girl that got killed in the previous dream and so I was being all depressed. There were people in another room that were part of the group that saw the murder, so they knew about it too but they were acting fine and having fun. I isolated myself and tried to sleep, wouldn't work. A lot of the dream is missing here. Then we were all in some room hanging out together and I still felt really sad about that girl that got killed. I decided to try to WILD and so I laid down and went through the steps. Suddenly I opened my eyes and the outline of the previous dream was all that remained from it, and the DC's disembodied voices. I could see ancient Egypt outside so I tried to get outside but the other DC's voices pulled me back to the previous dream. The dreams blended into one. Outside one side of this van we were now in was ancient Egypt with these beautiful, naked, dark-skinned goddesses walking around and the other side was some parking lot to a supermarket. I used telekinesis to see if this was a dream, something moved but I thought it might have been the wind. So I tried making some sunglasses fly through the air in circles, it worked. I left the van towards the parking lot and expected to meet a dream guide. There was a woman in front of me holding a clipboard. She was Chinese, young, and very pretty. I asked her what she had to show me and she said she was the manifestation of my depression and guilt. She ran into the supermarket and started eating all kinds of poisons, saying that it would kill a part of me. I didn't like that so I told her to stop and she asked me if I was sure then disappeared. Another dream guide dressed like an up-beat 80's business guy appeared and started talking to me about steps that I now needed to take. There was a whole team of dream guides there now. I remember that I stabilized once and he repeated my mantra before I could, then said, "But it's all bullshit isn't it, you're irritated, you're uncomfortable, and you think you think you're going to wake up". I knew he was right, and so I tried to change it. He let me know that it was okay and that we would talk more later. I woke up, and still heard the main dream guide's disembodied voice asking me why did I think that my stabilization didn't work. I realized that I was only saying the mantra and going through the steps of stabilization without actually feeling it and making it my reality. I think I DEILD'd here. Back in the supermarket again and the dream guides were now a bunch of weird, shoplifting DC's. I looked at some of the food the store had and there were these waffles in plastic wrapping, like they were candy. I ate one of them, it was delicious. Then I helped one of the DC's steal some stuff. There was a cop outside chasing the DC I had just helped so I turned him (the cop) into this one actor and it made him have the biggest, most peaceful smile on his face. He looked up at the sky and said, "Aw shucks, ".

I followed the shoplifting DC into a zen garden and then woke up.

The whole evening I am thinking of R.

That night I dreamt that I was at R.'s place and we made up. The feeling were so real and intense. Especially this feeling of release when he hugged me and told me he was sorry for ignoring and hurting me. It felt so good. All I remember is that we were standing between his bed and couch, hugging each other.

I wish dreams would come true.

Strangly that night Mum dreamt as well that she was at his place. But we were sitting at a table in her dream and she was talking to him, telling him, everything is ok and nobody is mad at him and that he should contact me.

fragment:

I don't remember how this dream started, I just remember that I was living in a dystopian, industrial city and we were not allowed to leave. Outside the city's walls were the outlanders and they were supposed to be uncivilized and miserable people that would sooner eat you than help you. I guess it was supposed to be like Mad Max or The Road Warrior out there.

After wandering around the city for awhile doing stuff that I can't exactly remember, I eventually came to the wall where I spotted these two little kids scurrying over it. They used secret footholds in the wall. I went up there and did the same. On the other side I found an interesting house, it had no walls but it had about 4 floors and very unusual architecture. Reminded me of something I might have seen in Waterworld.

But there was desert below, not water. The kids' father was a nice Chinese man that also happened to be a chemist. His house was filled with all kinds of awesome contraptions, whirring gizmos, and bubbling vials. After talking with him for awhile about what the outside world was really like, a gatekeeper came to his home. He told the nice Chinese man that one of the gate monitors had been tripped and that he was looking for someone that had escaped from the town. He told him that he had seen nothing and the gatekeeper left. I thanked him and then left on a trek across the desert to see what I could find.

I walked for quite awhile, until the Chinese man's home was no longer visible. There was an excavation site up against a cliff wall. I walked over there and tried to blend in with the workers. I saw all kinds of exotic, precious minerals of various colors just laying around everywhere. There was also a giant mound of unrefined gold and gems. I picked up a blue crystal and it started soaking up this weird blackish green substance. A young man told me that this particular crystal was very special, it could soak up evil essence. He said that he was using these to cleanse the world. I thought that was pretty cool and I definitely approved of his noble mission, so I followed him away from the excavation site.

He led me to a camp of outlaws, this part really was a little bit road warrior. They were all dressed up in strange armor and some were wearing masks. They had a lot of engineers among them and they drove motorcycles and large machines. But they weren't mean, they were just misunderstood .

They were about to go on a secret raiding mission where they would attack an old-world machine factory. They used to produce massive war machines there before the great fall, and some were still operational and on autopilot. I went with them and we found an enormous machine that had spikes all over it to impale anybody that tried to climb on it and it had a massive chainsaw and a buzzsaw at the end of its arms. It immediately started attacking everything it saw, cutting motorcyles in half and sending my fellow outlaws flying. I climbed to the 3rd floor of the factory and knocked some spikes off the machine. I then jumped down into the pilot's seat, turned off auto-pilot, and took control. Everybody cheered and I drove it back to their base.

When we got there, the lead outlaw started telling me about another secret mission. He wanted me to go with this other guy to infiltrate a town. I was supposed to watch his back while he did what needed to be done. We left for this town, riding motorcycles. We rode for what seemed a very long time, crossing this magical land that resembled night elf land from WOW, but it was much more beautiful and vivid.

The town was very medieval and magnificent looking.

We went into a tavern that full of people getting drunk and having a good time. My buddy led me into a backroom where some of the town's most powerful individuals were playing poker. They didn't trust me being in there so they made me leave, but my friend was allowed to stay. So I went back into the room of people getting drunk and had a beer. I talked with this strange looking creature. He was short, fat, and he looked like he was from another world. His skin was green and scaly and he had very thin arms and legs. The leader of the outlaws showed up and told me that this creature was just trying to distract me. He told me that they knew about us, and it would only be a matter of time before we were all captured. An evil smirk ran across the ugly little creature's face and he tried to grab me. I punched him in the face and he went flying. Everybody in the bar got up and started fighting. A lot of them ran after us and the outlaw leader jumped into a giant war machine and started riding away, so I took off flying with my friend that was in the backroom playing poker. We flew back across the magical landscape but this time there was a ceiling and walls. After awhile we came up to a bunch of spellcasters and swordsmen from the town. They spawned plants on the walls and the ceiling that tried to devour us. Fireballs and lightning bolts were flying all over the place and we somehow managed to dodge them all. We got back to the base safely and the dream ended.

Dream 1:

Before this dream started, I woke up and experienced a little bit of sleep paralysis. I couldn't move my body and it felt like someone was laying on me. Fear started to set in, but I just said nah, not gonna be afraid. Instead I started to feel my dream body - I flexed my hands and feet until I got back into a dream. Wasn't lucid though. In the dream there was a cat laying on top of me and I thought, oh no wonder if felt like someone was laying on me! Silly kitty. He jumped off and turned into a dog. Then I went into the kitchen and my mom and sister were there. I said to them, "What are you guys doing, you're not supposed to be here!" My mom was manically cooking pork chops while talking about cooking chicken and my sister said to me, "what are you talking about David, mom's not here". Then my mom vanished and I asked my sister if this was a dream. She told me no and I tried to move something with my mind and a coffee mug flew across the room. "Liar!" I exclaimed. Then she walked away and I went outside. I tried to use telekinesis again just to make sure that it was a dream and then I thought about what I might want to do and I decided I wanted to talk to my dream guide. I said to the dream, "Okay, I'm ready to talk to you Mr. God". He appeared right in front of me, instantly, and he looked almost exactly the same as before except he was wearing different clothes and he was about 10 feet tall. I went to hug him and only got up to his waist. He said something really strange that I can't quite remember. I can only remember key words: cosmic, below the belt, joke universe. At first I thought he was making fun of my dick, saying that it was the joke of the universe. Then I thought that maybe he said that because my face was practically in his crotch. I never figured out, maybe a metaphor or something? Anyways, I woke up and DEILD'd.

Dream 2:

I was outside still but my dream guide was gone, I used telekinesis to make sure I was dreaming again and a flower pot moved over a ledge and broke. I summoned the dream guide again and this time he was shorter than me, same clothes and appearance otherwise. I noticed the dream started to get blurry so I stabilized and then walked over to him. I asked him how long I could talk to him for and he told me 20-30 minutes if I choose. I had the instant thought of no way, I'm going to wake up really soon I just know it. He gave me an understanding, compassionate smile and then hugged me. I hugged him back but then I started to feel a little bit uncomfortable. I had the split second thought that maybe he'll turn evil and bite me. Instead, he hugged me tighter and gave me more love. I snapped out of all my thoughts and was lost in the all pervading feeling of love. Then I woke up. DEILD'd again.

Dream 3:

I was at my parents' house and my mom was going to let some strange black dog outside. I used telekinesis again just to make sure and noticed that I was chewing gum, it was getting a little bit bland but still had some flavor. Dream ended as I was trying to go outside to summon my DG again.

I had a dream in which I was playing/living in some sort of crossover between Skyrim and Dragon Age. I was both Dovahkiin and Grey Warden, which was brought up repeatedly. Alistair was my companion and had Skyrim behavior (e.g. he would sneak when I would). There was a Skyrim sneaking crosshair. The environment was a cross between Skyrim and the road I used to live on. I was repeatedly attacked by wolves and such. IRL, I am against dogma, and in the dream I had this realization that the wolves were trying to get me to believe their dogma -- that I am their food. Makes sense, actually.

OKAY! So, as the title suggests I had a very vivid, weird dream last night.

I was laying in bed at home, and I went through to wake my son (he's 3) up and head into the living room together as we do every morning, but as my son opened the door I saw in the middle of the room's wall (I have a part of the wall that sticks out like a pillar) in the corner, there was a big spider web, it was hanging down and shaped like a loose sack. There was a BIG yellow spider with blue stripes on it, it was the size of two human hands and it was walking around inside it's web-sack thing.

There were two bee's inside it's web-sack and a very big wasp, the size of a human thumb, they were all dead. I ushered my son out of the room and put a DVD on for him to watch while I went to go and wake my partner to go and get rid of the spider.

I laid down next to him and told him about the spider in the living room to which he asked what it looked like; I described it to him and he asked what was inside the web-sack and I told him about the bee's and wasp and he shrugged it off and said it wasn't something he could get rid of as it was too big and I sensed that there was more that he wasn't telling me, like it was dangerous.

So I went back through the hallway and peered through the door, the spider was still there and it seemed to be in a predatory stance. What shocked me was that my mother (who I haven't spoken to or seen in 3 years due to dramatic reasons) was sat on my couch watching the TV and ignoring the spider compleately. I went over to her and sat next to her and I felt like a little girl, I curled into her hugging her arm and asked her to make the spider go away as it scared me; she never once took her eyes off of the TV and told me to ignore it. Then when I looked at it there was what seemed to be a little duckling toy inside the web-sack and the spider was slowly stalking towards it. I feared for the toy and asked my mother why there was a duckling in the web-sack and she just shrugged it off and said that it was a toy and to not worry about it. But I watched and the more I watched the more fearful I felt as I saw the duckling toy shaking, I looked away when the spider was infront of the toy and out of the peripheral vision of my eye I could see the spider attacking the duckling toy; but the toy was letting out this terrified cry for help and it made me cry. I pleaded for my mother to get rid of the Spider as it was hurting the Duckling and she shrugged and said that it was meant to happen. Then she looked at me with accusing eyes and I heard her voice in my head saying "you deserve this too."


I closed my eyes to cry but when I opened my eyes again I was back in bed with my partner laying next to me, shortly after I woke up properly from the dream. I didn't see any spider afterwards and there wasn't one in my living room (thank God!)

But, I was wondering if anyone would have any idea as to what the meaning behind that dream could be? I have some guesses but it upsets me to dwell on that dream for too long lol.

Feel free to share your views on my dream and opinions, they are much appreciated. <3

Yours truly,
Tabbi.

I thought I posted this already in my DJ but I don't see it... From Christmas Morning!

12/25/13 quick excerpt: I was driving down the street and I saw my friend M from A outside his garage. I stop to say hi and he is telling me about something he invited me to recently. I look around I notice there are a lot of people there and it is a party. I don't think much of this at first but then I see my aunt L and D and at first I think he must've met them before but wait a minute what are they doing here they are hundreds of miles away I am dreaming! Almost immediately I think of my goal, the next task for the competition, mass telekinesis and I teleport out of there thinking about a cityscape. I am fairly sure I closed my eyes Boss style. Either way I went from a day time scene in a town a good ways away from the city over to a moonlight scene and some version of a city. There were only two large skyscrapers at first and a green patch of grass in between & in front of them. It all seems a little fuzzy or cloudy so I get down on my hands and knees and feel the grass to stabilize it feels so nice and cool that I almost was tempted to lay n roll around in it but no I got back up and proceeded with my task I used to telekinesis to pick up one skyscraper and throw it into the other. Awesome!!! I fly over to another group of buildings and I see quite a few more I threw a couple of them together with telekinesis. I stop and think about my next goal, Scionox would like it and it was starting to work but then I started fading back to bed. Felt I could definitely re-enter a dream but I feel my wife next to me and switch priorities which turned out nice. Also had to get going with Christmas activities.

I woke up in the bed of my old house out of breath.
I look to the corner but couldn't see anything but knew a bad entity was there.
I try to get up and run to the next room but a giant force is pushing me down.
I crawl to the door way and try to make it to my mother's room.
I make it to the door way and I can't breath because of this force.
I crawl to the bed and try to wake her up but she isn't responding.
She just roles over away from me ignoring me.
So I get up and walk back to my room and lie down in my bed to die.
Lying there in pain, dying and my consciousness is fading out to black.
Then an old man's face flashes before my eyes.
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After seeing the old man's face I woke up springing foreword in bed and out of breath.
I feel terrified and always seem to feel surprised that I'm in my current house and not my past house. I have has this dream numerous times and do not recognize the old man.

Morning of December 29, 2013. Sunday.



Unfortunately, relating to my sister, this dream turned out to be precisely precognitive - in several different ways regarding other aspects as well.

For some reason that has no real-life logic or associations whatsoever, my family and I seem to be driving through the middle of Texas, USA (possibly Austin at one point but towards Abilene) with an unknown male (relative?) Although it seems to be near the center of the state eventually, there is a fictional place where Texas and three other states join perfectly in the middle - which makes such little sense, I wonder why I did not see the erroneous “logic” right away - how can a state have a place in the middle of its large area (miles and miles from any border) where it is the intersection of four states? Ridiculous. At one point, there is a huge dome-like structure of ice that covers seemingly the entire region (but perhaps represents where the fictional state borders connect), but is not that high in the air. Near the center is a five-pointed-star-shaped opening to the sky, it seems. There is another area where a similar structure, or set of structures made of ice are seen. Ice and snow everywhere in Texas (as in the far north), four joining borders in the center of a larger needfully borderless region. Weird and entirely without sense. Oh well.

The other dream is quite moody and serious. It seems my sister is in the state of dying, but also seems like an entirely different person for much of the time in terms of appearance. She is still alive as of this writing, but has had a lot of health-related problems over the years, many related to smoking and being overweight. At one point, she looks like a taller Caucasian woman (possibly English) of about seventy or more, with light hair and a longer and more angular face than my sister ever had. My wife and I are at her home. It seems like the house will be ours at one point (inherited, apparently), which makes no sense, as my sister rented that place and no longer lives there (Loomis Street). I start thinking about planning to move all of our possessions to the USA somehow. At one point, I am wondering what had happened to my brother-in-law. However, there is an even stranger distortion. My sister, in my dream, is seemingly married to my wife’s step father even though he would be much younger (although in real life, this parallels my wife’s “disturbed” mother - who went after him when he was a younger teenager and when she was fairly old and not only did not get arrested, but two of her children are his - the things she has gotten away with in her lifetime are beyond what most people could imagine - although it is possible this dream relates to her present circumstances in some way, but I have not seen her in years, thankfully).

At one point I see him leaning over her as she is on her back on a mattress on the floor near the doorway to the kitchen (almost fully to the northwest corner, but with a bit of space at the implied foot of the mattress). It first seems that she has died and I feel a strange sadness. However, she is only in the stage of wanting/waiting to die. At one point, when I am near them, I tell both of them that they are not who they are supposed to be and that I do not know them - and almost become a bit more semi-lucid than I had been to that point, but not fully aware. I notice that she has strange marks all over her stomach and arms - seemingly stretch marks from rapid weight lost (at first). However, they actually look more like some sort of smaller and large number of reddish bird-beak-shaped scars (sideways bird-beak-like, yet sort of like compressed, symmetrically paired “W” shapes) that are slightly more fleshy or raised in the center, much like a livestock brand in which the skin has since become more loose. The wrinkled wounds seem to mean something else relating to her illness or advanced age but still seem to have something to do with weight-loss or the body “shrinking” somehow.

Curiously enough, they remind me of a dream of way back when I was a younger teenager - “The Butterfly People” - about a group of people - a family - who had butterfly-shaped welts all over their bodies. They lived in caves and seemed somewhat dangerous to other (“normal”) people and possibly somewhat cannibal-like. My dream had nothing to do with butterflies, really.

At a later point, she is sitting up on the end of the mattress closest to the kitchen doorway. I do not see the other male. At this point, she looks a little more like my sister again, but fairly thin. I am concerned but she seems resigned to her circumstances and seems to want no sympathy at all regarding the “wearing out” of her body and health (and actually seems angry at the potential of recovery or living longer). “I am waiting to go to Hell,” she states seriously, and confidently, with an angry tone relating to her body “expiring” and implying that she, as a conscious being, will still continue to exist (possibly forever) in such a place - but obviously does not seem keen on the idea - although it is not quite at all sure what “Hell” would be like (or maybe she is talking symbolically, unsure, but she does seem to think her existence will continue somehow - apparently ALL people go to Hell when they die as a “natural order” of things - still being trapped within the dynamics of their last physical illness - or maybe it is a connection to those commonly deemed “insane” Jack Chick Christian comics I had the misfortune to read years ago, which were weirder and more unrealistic than the horror comics of the day) - assuming she is even referring to one of the various Christian theories (none of which I remotely believe in). This is rather odd, as it is very unlike me to have Christian mythology in dreams in a more “serious” way (usually “devils” and such are associated with the comic book character “Hot Stuff” and little more, although medieval dragons have always been an “enemy”, but now only appear as cartoon-like rough sketches, usually with broken or incomplete lines). This is not a nightmarish scenario, just a bit unsettling and very vivid in terms of environmental focus and detail. However, not much drama happens after this and it actually does seem to carry and odd awareness of an old Jack Chick tract I read on the school bus as a boy - and wondered how human beings could actually believe in such things.

From here, though, I end up in a tulpa-based dream of primarily a happy mood, moving towards bliss and sensual ecstasy, in an unfamiliar area with several other younger people, mostly Japanese. It is a smaller building with an arced roof of an unknown purpose - almost like a very small aircraft hanger. I am aware that a dinosaur, a tyrannosaurus, is just outside and could easily put his head down and through the open end of the hall-like structure (and even quickly eat me), but does not. I am not concerned at all. In fact, I actually contemplate creating a drama by willing the dinosaur to cause trouble or to damage the building (even to chase me around a bit), but that thought does not fully materialize, so to speak. The big dinosaur just walks around outside and causes no trouble. I am not lucid, yet I still seem to have an amazing focus over elaborate thought-control and related detail at this point. I hold a version of my wife close and intimately and we speak of getting married soon as if we only met that week. It seems very harmonious and personal even though there are others standing around in the building. No one else seems concerned about the large dinosaur just outside the large entrance. It almost seems like a “left-over” from someone else’s dream that had not fully unfolded.

This is a dream I had roughly 2-4 weeks ago, and it went like this:

My character was a girl, and I was within her, sort of like an unconscious fragment of her being. She was quite young, and lived in a settlement of sorts some ways away from an abandoned city. It had been abandoned for years now, and it was just a skeleton of it's former self: You could see the metallic frames of the skyscrapers and other buildings against the horizon, and it gave a creepy feeling. Nobody went into the city because no one who went, returned.

Now, for the settlement itself: It was divided into an underground section, and an aboveground section. Both the sections had residential, and industrial sections. Most of the tech in this society was medieval looking, but equipment were salvaged from the city. There was no electricity. The whole quirky thing about this settlement was that no one believed in spirituality, or a god, or a soul. The security guards existed to reinforce this and the general rules of the settlement.

So, the story itself is short: My character starts questioning about the existence of a spirit, and god, and spirituality. My parents try dissuading her from the subject, but I persist. Eventually the guards get involved, and after failing to stop my character as well, try to kill her multiple times. Sometimes she escapes by herself, sometimes I take over and help her. In the final altercation, the head of the guard tries to ambush her. I take over, kill every single one, and kill the head of the guard with his own weapon. After this, the girl packs her things up, and leaves the settlement, and heads for the abandoned city.

Addition: Except for one instance, the sky is usually red, dark, and dreary. Especially over the abandoned skeleton city.