non-lucid

Date of Dream: THU 1 JUN



Dream No. 123 - The Kitten Craze

All of the dream took place in my old house. I was in my bed with a giant Super Mario and giant Dr. Neo Cortex plush toy. While trying to give them equal amounts of affection, I heard my mum yelling at my brother somewhere else in the house. As I was in bed, I was planning what I was going to say to my mum in defence. I eventually got out of bed, swung the bedroom door open and jumped out of the bedroom while shouting “engarde!”. When I question my mum, she denied yelling at NB but I threatened her with something, I forgot what though, and she gave up on denying. I then went back into my bedroom to pick some clothes to wear. I had a range of clothes in my wardrobe but what's weird is that some of the ones I picked were size 26.

I then was in the kitchen and our cat Geej was there. I look over to the Christmas tree in the sitting and the grey cat is sitting under it. I then came to the conclusion the Geej and the grey cat had kittens, five of them. I eventually got to see what these kittens looked like. They were all mostly white with just tiny patches of grey and ginger. Apparently there was going to be some sort of welcome ceremony held for these kittens. This ceremony was set up in the kitchen, with these kittens being in a tub of greeny-bluey looking, jelly-like water. One part of the ceremony is where my dad's friend GC was going to read a bible passage. On the completion of him reading it, my dad complains from the couch, saying he would have rather preferred a Christian passage than a Jewish passage.

My mum went up to take the bible from GC and I followed. At the end, I ended up having the bible and reading the passage. I do remember that this passage was distinguishing between goodness and badness. The bible had more of a layout like a children's storybook with some very good artwork in there. I remember enjoying reading the passage. When I was done, Gavin was amazed and made the comment that he wanted to get me on TV. The dream then skipped to my mum saying that some of the kittens had to be put up for adoption and I was a bit sad about this. Apparently five young stranger girls came and took a kitten each out the front door.

The dream scene then changed to something unimaginable. Both my grandma and Ms D were playing together in a playground! I came up to my grandma and was returning her sunglasses to her. Then my mum made a big fuss about how I was being so nice by giving them back. I don't remember if anything else happened in this dream.

Morning of June 1, 2017. Thursday.



This dream is, in part, a sort of skewed carryover from another recent dream (“In a Science Group with Three Strangers”, from May the 31st, 2017). The same fictional characters appear, two unknown males and an unknown female. (Both the first part of this dream and the previous dream relate directly to studying the dynamics of sleeping and dreaming in real time, though while non-lucid.)

This dream is too distorted to make much sense of. There is something about them hanging around where my mother is sleeping. It is an upstairs area. I remain annoyed at these people throughout this segment. I even kick one of the males so that he slides down the stairs, though he is not fatally injured. I do not go down the stairs myself (which sometimes serves as a lucidity trigger, though otherwise vivifies my dream, as the usage of a staircase in a dream relates directly to shifting one’s level of consciousness while in the dream state, just as it does in certain forms of hypnosis and guided meditation.)

This scene shifts to a completely distorted and skewed continuity combining science-fiction with “real life”. I am in an unknown area and there is some sort of backstory of the world becoming too cold for people to comfortably live.

I know I can help (without being lucid). Floating in the sky about ten feet above the ground is a very large holographic globe of Earth, which, for some reason, I perceive as the “real” Earth. (This of course makes no sense, as how could I be on Earth and also see Earth in the sky?)

Captain Picard (as from “Star Trek: The Next Generation”) in a Runabout, flies out from the holographic but “real” Earth to the right of it (in my perspective) and towards my direction (though there is no direct contact or communication). He seems concerned.

I decide to “fix” everything by waving my right hand and creating heated air currents from a fair distance away from the floating transparent globe, which form in a presumed S-shape, top to bottom. (This is very similar to how I mentally repaint walls in non-lucid dreams). I stand in one spot, hoping that these patterns will correctly cover the whole world to make it warm enough for human survival (even though the globe is not rotating).

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It has become cooler here in reality. The holographic Earth comes from Zsuzsanna and I having just watched a couple episodes of “The Librarians” where a large holographic globe is featured. Many of my dreams are directly influenced by television (though probably not the majority) even though I do not watch it that much (certainly not nearly as much as others).

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I was in a library. I found the book I wanted to read which had a title beginning with Z. There were also alcoholic beverages on the bookshelves. I chose a bottle labeled Heineken but it was clear liquid in a clear bottle so it actually looked like vodka. I was carrying my book and beer to the counter to checkout when a female librarian snatched the book from my hand for some reason. I think the reason was that the book was in the process of being banned from libraries and was inadvertently left on the shelf. I was wanting to drink my beer and read the book at the same time so the beer without the book was useless so I put it back on the shelf and left the library disappointed.

Morning of May 31, 2017. Wednesday.



I am sitting on the floor in the lounge room in our present home on W Street (though it is bigger yet with less features). My wife Zsuzsanna and our youngest son are present. He is playing a Skylanders game though is ready to play a new one with a new figure which Zsuzsanna had apparently just bought for seventy dollars. The game is also new.

The toy figure that fits onto a joystick-like device is a horse of mostly yellow and brown tones. The figure is rendered into the game. At first, I thought it was going to be a human or at least an anthropomorphic character. Instead, I eventually see that the toy figure and the rendered video game image looks like a horseshoe-shaped horse facing left in profile. (It also reminds me somewhat of an arched Halloween cat.)

Our son plays for a short time before the joystick falls apart. There is some sort of small rod from it that goes through the top of the head of the Skylander figure and falls out, causing the rest of the entire game controller and figure to fall apart. He is upset. I think about trying to fix it, but notice tiny screws on the floor mixed in with pieces that I am not sure are even part of the game controller. I think about taking it back for a refund, though this idea quickly fades. I get annoyed and decide to just discard it. I also decide to get rid of the game as well, but this part is unusual in that I start to dismantle the whole works (thus subliminally initiating the biological waking mechanism) like a three-dimensional setup rather than just taking out the cartridge.

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This dream is a result of my temporary dream self (unstable higher range personified subconscious) not being fully linked to the dream state because of slightly disrupted sleep. It is a metaphor for “not holding the dream together” (and my dream self subliminally wanting to “put the dream back together”). I have had hundreds of dreams of this nature since early childhood, always when my sleep has been slightly disrupted by an environmental factor. The horse represents the essence of physical energy (as in “horsepower”), similar to car symbolism in some states, symbolizing the potential for healing and rejuvenating energies in real time. It is not a real horse here as it is caught within the sleep disruption (and the disruption of a more viable rejuvenating state). On a secondary level, it possibly relates to our youngest son not being an adult in control of his life and still needing us to be in control, though I am certainly not annoyed in any way by that fact, though it does suggest he might need more vitamins (or a stronger immune system). Still, something “falling apart” (or falling in general) is just a very common dream cessation (waking) metaphor I have seen continuously all my life.

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Morning of May 31, 2017. Wednesday.



In my dream, there is firstly the common water induction factor (which has been relevant to at least one to two dreams per night for over fifty years), and it is rendered as the ocean this time (deeper sleep and a potential link to the collective unconscious). There is the typical ambiguity of being indoors and outdoors at the same time. My dream progresses from my first location of a computer setup and bed to a more relevant (to real life) waking symbolism setting where I am then in our present home (though still with a sense of being outside even though I see Zsuzsanna sleeping in our bed in one of the last scenes).

I seem to be part of an Internet group with three people of whom I do not know at all and had never met; two males and a female. Our virtual presence on the webpage is shown as a small paragraph (of about five or six lines) with a current photograph in the upper left corner of each person’s profile paragraph and present status. We talk to each other with microphones, though we sometimes type messages.

Our talk is mainly about a large plesiosaurus that is not far from the ocean’s surface in the area near the beach. It does not pose a threat of any kind regardless of its cliché “sea serpent” associations. The unknown female seems to talk the most over time. Eventually, there is mention of how the creature had apparently been bumped by another animal underneath. This event does not seem problematic but dominates the last part of the online conversation. Oddly, one male talks about the event as if it was he that had been nudged.

Eventually, it seems as if the others are offline and probably sleeping. I somehow see a scene where a very large dolphin nudges the stomach of the plesiosaurus (while swimming in the same direction just under it, implied to be to my left), though this is seemingly not an aggressive act. I notice that the dolphin is of a very unusual mottled pattern, mainly of purple and pink, almost reminiscent of a bed sheet pattern (though I do not make this association while in my dream).

I decide to contact one of the others to report this. I wake up one of the males (by calling him with a telephone) and he seems somewhat confused and annoyed in being woken up at first. I describe how the dolphin is a very large but likely unknown species. Eventually, the scene shifts to where we are physically with each other in an area that seems modeled after the southeast grounds of my middle school (where I was last present in 1975). I mostly sit on the ground while the other three walk around, though one male talks to me (while standing) for a short time. Somehow, the location still seems the same on one level.

The unknown female dominates the rest of the waking transition, which becomes distorted and illogically sustained. She tries to tell me something that I have to ask her to keep repeating (at least six times) as I do not catch the last word (a very common dream event). I think she might be saying the word “blue” at the end of the question but I am not sure. The phrase itself seems mostly like gibberish. Eventually, I just say “yes” and tell her my last name, which may not be what she was talking about (though my surname does at least rhyme with “blue”).

I go over to where Zsuzsanna is sleeping (the indoor dynamics becoming a little more dominant than the sense of being outside) and there is the essence of where we live now in reality. She does not wake. (This is a typical dream setting shift where I walk from the grounds of my middle school in America to within our present home in Australia without my dream self regarding the impossibility at all. Still, this linear symbolism validates that dreaming of a school is often an attempt by the limited temporary dream self to get back to current whole conscious self identity, which is then indirectly shown as still being asleep in reality, though my dream self only sees Zsuzsanna in this case.)

I see that I have the journal of the unknown female. It is somewhat like a mix of dream journal and real-life diary. It also has a number of scribbles and references to pills (and apparently illegal drugs), something about “taking the cruel pill” and odd illogical forms of supposed art, which is mainly just random lines, partial sketches, and random words. The fact that this unknown female is so undesirable in the last stage of the waking symbolism is a subliminal incentive for me to wake at this time and join my real partner in life. (In fact, the personified preconscious as such is often very annoying and imposing, but this depends on which part of the sleep cycle I am in, and time and time again, for over fifty years, is precisely linked to my circadian rhythms dynamics.)

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Despite the unusual nature of this dream in regard to the sea serpent, it is a very typical lifelong-established combination of dream signs (residual subliminal memories of having fallen asleep) and dream state induction symbolism and waking symbolism. The bumping of the dolphin against the plesiosaurus is a symbolic carryover of a recent dream where I drove a car between two vehicles in the street and nudged the streetcar (so that it rolled to the intersection without a conductor). This is symbolic of nudging Zsuzsanna in my sleep in real time. (In fact, many dreams have dynamics based on current environmental factors, something that people who believe in “dream interpretation” in the popular but naïve usage of the term completely ignore.)

Projecting (and expanding) my imaginary dream body as a streetcar in one dream (without my conscious self identity being able to link to it to “drive” - depending on the stage of sleep) and as a plesiosaurus in this one, may be purely incidental, though a plesiosaurus, when passive, is symbolic of being in a more relaxed sleep while a streetcar rolling to an intersection is waking symbolism (though also analogous to rolling over in my sleep without being fully awake). (The plesiosaurus symbolism as such has occurred since around age six.)

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Few days ago:

1.

I'm running around outside. Shooting at someone with my bow, that's shooting blue energy arrows. I hit the other person a couple of times and see bloody spots on his body. I get hit a few times too. It's like some kind of games, or real fight, maybe war.

2.

We are going out. Everybody is dressed up and waiting for me to do the same. I'm like how did I get myself into this? Stockings and a smart business dress.

Can't remember any fragments in between these...

There Will be Bjork

For some reason... I decided to visit Bjork. Started I was driving up a dirt road up a mountain. Came to a clearing where there was a parking lot. Bjork was there flagging me down. Found a spot to park but the brakes wouldn't work... I slid right onto the lawn. turned into another park of the parking lot. Slowed down some how and tried putting it into park when it stopped. But park made it go more. I kept trying to park over and over again but it wasn't working.

Found myself outside Bjork's house but my memory of the other dream wasn't present. She wasn't even outside her house. I remembered there was a specific way to get her attention. something only her and I agreed on. There's a flap of wood on a small boat parked in her drive way. I lifted the wood up and somehow Amy of Me began blaring from a speaker in the boat. It was just the drums and bass lines for a few bars. Bjork came out with short hair not quite at her shoulders. of the house looking a bit pissed that someone interrupted her. When she saw it was me she used a clicker thing to shut the music off. She motioned me inside the house. I noticed anther older lady walking around with thick kind of frizzy hair but I paid no attention to her. Her guide?

I walked into her house and we went up some stairs. There was a door directly to the left at the top of the stairwell. Bjork went into that room, and I turned around at the top. On the high wall in the stairwell was a mirror frame, round like the creepy one when you watch The Ring. The mirror reflects nothing. I see someone peer in after a second from the other side of the mirror they look surprised to see me. and then the lady acts like she's in a TV commercial and starts spouting some random sales pitch. She walks past the frame and disappears. Another man walks from the right to the left pretending to give another sales pitch but this time I notice his eyes are locked onto me as he walks by. The same older woman walks by again giving another sales pitch. "I know you see me." I say to her. She walks faster and has a "what do you mean?" expression on her face. "I saw that... come on admit it!" I say. She pauses as she's about to leave into the left frame and says, "Yes I can see you."

I turn around into Bjork's room. I'm freaking out because she has a haunted mirror in her house. I say, "Bjork, That was scary! is this a dream? Is this a dream?" I say as I do a nose pinch RC. I am clearly breathing through my nose but I am too scared to pay attention to the result. Bjork lets out a nervous almost guttural giggle. She's prancing around and I realize she's scared as well and must have seen the whole thing. For a moment I find it adorable. She pulls me onto her couch for comfort but I wake up before I can sit down.

How to wake up from a dream in Bjork's house: sit on the couch! Happens every time!

Lucid

Asuka kicks me out of the house temporarily because I visited Bjork (sheesh I can't catch a break with either...). I go an walk my dog feeling sad. As if to reflect my feelings a giant storm hits. I'm on a street like didsbury. It's flooding by a church so I turn around and walk back home.

Data greets me on the front lawn. He tries to stop me and says this isn't my house... When I know it is. I go inside and go to the basement. I tell him the weather is bad and I have to crash for the night. He says okay he'll make sure she's not around. I go into the basement and try t sleep on a couch but can't sleep.

I become lucid when Data comes back downstairs. There's a woman in the doorway, he's talking to her. She briefly makes herself look like Bjork and then changes into her normal form and glares at me. I have no idea what is going on or why the woman is mad. Data comes to me and says that the weather is nicer and I can leave now.I tell him I have to do time dilation first. The woman leaves the door way. I put my hand on the ground, close one eye, and count to maybe 40. I look in between the spaces and I see more fingers from when I count left. At the last interval I'm looking way left and the fingers look fake. I look to my right hand still on the ground and can see it separate from the rest of the fingers. I attempt to jump bit it's still small. I jump again higher and then I feel the familiar snap back to clarity of the dream. I walk around and feel fatigued but it quickly passes.

Now me and data are in a truck driving down a highway like the one in between Chilliwack and hope. I de merge out of the truck and I'm on a super fast motor bike. We go along for 20 minutes or so.

I slip into semi lucidity for a while and say I'm hungry. We find some sort of gas station plaza. I spend some minutes hopping along roof tops. At some point I go near a forest and a cave but decide to go back. I hop back along the roof tops and find a fast food place. Data is around there leading me to it. I go to jump off the roof but I wake up. Thewhole dream seemed like over an hour but also seemed a bit sped up.

2017, 05-26

Dark Parasites

I am in a garden area that is very beautiful, more beautiful than any I have ever seen in waking life. I walk around, thinking how beautiful it is, but not giving any though to the idea I might be dreaming. I wonder how this place could have existed right near where I live for so long and yet I haven’t found it. I can tell it’s not new, all of the plants are too well developed to have been recently planted. I wander through the garden for a bit before I see three people not far off. I head in their direction. There seems to be a dark cloud around two of them, it looks pretty unpleasant. The two people surrounded by a dark cloud are MoSh and a woman I don’t know. The third person is Asuka, and Asuka comes over to me.

Asuka is upset and saying that Bjork is doing something to MoSh, and I have to stop her. I head over to the two people standing in a thickening cloud of darkness. It looks to me like both of them could use some help. I focus on the song Touch My Heart from the Devil Hunter Yohko soundtrack to remove the darkness. A pillar of light energy forms around both of them, sucking the dark cloud away and burning it off in the blinding light. After the song is over I see something strange on the ground between MoSh and Bjork. It is a black thing with many tentacles that is squirming around on the ground, first reaching for MoSh, then reaching for Bjork, as if it can’t choose which one it wants to try to attach itself to. I look at the thing and all I can sense in it is dark energy, not a sign of a spark, either dark or light. So it is a thing wholly of darkness. I focus on the song Battery by Metallica to call down a bolt of lightning that strikes the black thing between MoSh and Bjork and turns it to a pile of ashes that blows away in the wind and is gone. MoSh is looking at Bjork, who just looks disoriented. I focus on the song Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack to bring some more healing energy into the area. The area fills with light energy. Bjork says she will try to stay out of MoSh’s dreams. Asuka looks quite pissed off at her and says she had better or there will be trouble! I wonder why Asuka is so angry, since it looked like the parasite had been attacking both MoSh and Bjork

I was in a mall with Michael, and we looked at different stores. I realized we were in New Zealand (currently I live in USA) and I didn't have my passport. We walked around and someone asked us for our passports. Michael showed them his and I showed them my hand, hesitantly, hoping they would see a passport. (In another dream, I was stuck in a preschool in England, and an evil British cop wanted to cut the kids to pieces, she looked like a grandma. I cut off her thumb but there was no blood, so I should have became lucid. It felt so real that I thought God had carried me there. Then I walked around and found a book shelf and hid there, and then I saw Stephen and he told me he tried to arrest her showing his CIA badge...he's not in the CIA....by showing his hand and they saw a badge). They didn't see a passport though, and told us that I had to leave.

We didn't listen to them. We said goodbye and walked around and then we were in Europe. I told my dad (Michael) that there might be concentration camps there, and I still didn't have my passport. I thought I have to get a locksmith to open my safe (I lost my keys in real life) to get my money and passport and social security card.

Then I slipped into a different dream, which I don't remember.

A long time ago, I dreamt that I was seeing an eagle and then I was in the eagle and was the eagle, and I flew for a while and felt powerful and afraid. Then I woke up.

These are really just fragments there is really a lot more that I lost.

I play some game , or well im in the game , floating rocks, a roller coaster .
I fall out, I enter some kind of cave full of portals, they are screens, scenes are played from the movie trilogy called matrix
I fall into each portal, and the screen displays different stuff, more surreal and simple stuff. Doesnt make any sense.
then i land in some underground place, i kill some creature. then i wake up.

Morning of May 30, 2017. Tuesday.



I am in an unfamiliar home that may be an altered version of our present home. If so, it probably implies the front room (with my computer) as being my bedroom. An unknown female (of about twenty) is present, though I oddly do not perceive her as an imposer.

There is some sort of odd act of throwing a number of socks onto the floor to “forecast the future” or to “interpret”. I am not consciously involved in this but go through the motions, although it seems like I threw the socks absentmindedly without the intent of someone “reading” them, and the unknown “interpreter” just happened to show up unexpectedly.

The socks are not fully forming an actual word, but there is a vague suggestion of the word “cut” which I notice at first. The “interpreter” mentions that it could relate to a cut I will get, supposedly on my upper left arm. There is a scratch there, but then it does not seem to be there at all.

Looking more closely, I see what could be additional socks on the floor in the formation of an uppercase “E”. This would mean that it actually reads “cute”. I start to mention this, but the “interpreter” is no longer present.

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This is what I get for having been an experienced dream journalist and dream decoder for over fifty years. I do all I can to separate myself from the mindset that believes in “dream interpretation” (in the faddish sense; that is, the superficial pretense one sees all over the Internet, especially inclusive of “dream dictionaries”), but sometimes it is challenging to avoid or ignore all the disinformation and nonsense. (Still, when someone “interprets” another’s dream, it is the “interpreter” that is revealing their own life and how they think, not the dreamer’s, which should be obvious.) As I perceive virtually everything I read about dreams as the opposite of truth (that is, regarding my own lifelong experiences), there is really nothing I can do about it.

For example, every single “fact” I have read about sleep paralysis throughout my life contradicts everything I have ever experienced. Thus, I have never read a single thing about sleep paralysis that I perceive as true (for me). (To be honest, I have only read two sentences in my life that were true for me about dreams, one relating to the biological falling start as not having an “interpretation” but serving as a waking trigger, the other relating to how sleep dynamics and circadian rhythms are symbolized in real time by water and how the water is featured.) I find sleep paralysis a blissful state and try to sustain and augment it as much as I can (typically by squinting upwards and letting the waves of pleasurable energy move throughout my body, head to toe). This is usually followed by a rising sensation, which I try to sustain as it is so joyful and linked to feelings of well-being. As for any additional “presence”, it is typically benevolent and loving, not malevolent or “demonic” as most people seem to report. This, and many other experiences throughout my life makes it impossible to relate to many others about dreams and the dream state, which of course, considering that I have worked with dreams all my life and married my literal dream girl, is a tad ironic.

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The appearance of the socks is a first-level dream sign, as I do not wear socks when I sleep. On a final note, my mother often used the word “cute” as both praise and as sarcasm; it was all in how she said it.

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Morning of May 30, 2017. Tuesday.



I have had dreams of slide projectors before, though this is another repeat of the water and electricity combination. I am in an unknown residence, though it is possibly implied to be our present home. If so, it seems in or near the kitchen.

I have a slide projector (of an older design) that works in an unusual way. Water must be poured into it through the row of buttons. The buttons are similar to the setup of a portable cassette recorder and on the left side (when viewed from the front).

Our oldest daughter and youngest son are present. I put some water into the slide projector but perhaps it was not enough. Apparently, this is supposed to make it less hot when plugged in.

I hold the electrical cord and hold the plug near the outlet. Bizarrely, the cord quivers in my hand like the tail of a rattlesnake. (Electrical cords and snakes have had ambiguous associations in the past, similar to a scene from the 1950 Bugs Bunny “Rabbit of Seville” cartoon, though the first association as such came before I ever saw this cartoon, giving proof that others have had the same associations.) The prongs vibrate so quickly, the imagery blurs slightly. The plug actually speaks in a human voice, though with electronic effects. “Danger…danger,” it moans slowly. Our children look on curiously.

“Dane-cher,” it says at times (rather than the soft g of “danger”), the realism of whether or not it is a human voice coming and going, sometimes becoming too fuzzy to hear as “danger”. I feel the cord vibrate and buzz in my hands. “Danger…danger,” it buzzes several more times, each time I hold it closer to the outlet. I explain to our children that it is actually speaking even though they seem to doubt it at times. Apparently, this is some sort of actual function relating to the slide projector, that is, when the plug is too close to an outlet (without enough water in the projector) it vibrates and “speaks” like this.

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This is a really bizarre but vivid dream, coming after another recent dream of water and electricity. There have been a number of dreams throughout my life where the water induction factor was illogically linked to waking symbolism. This seems to only happen when I change my sleep cycle. Water is sleep and electricity is wakefulness, though I consider getting an extra hour of sleep (that is, going to sleep an hour earlier) as a good thing, though apparently any change sends messages to the body in a biological sense. Still, the strange inconsistency and wrongness of dreams may actually be related to what I had written a number of times before - that non-lucid dreams are wrong in every way possible to manifest what is actually inherently correct in real life. That is, dreams test everything that is not right so that only that which is right (in reality) results (which of course is the opposite of the nature of precognitive threads). This is yet another reason (of hundreds) why “interpretation” (occultism-based but especially second-hand) is not really feasible, and additionally, in the next paragraph, is also revealed how someone else “interpreting” a dream could not possibly know the environmental factors of the dreamer’s.

On another level, these recent dreams could perhaps relate to real electricity and a possible danger relating to water. There was a dream from 2015 involving a snake and at least two events where it was near an electrical cord. In that case, it turned out to be a warning about a frayed extension cord I had not consciously noticed. Also, in a very early set of dreams from 1965, there was a rattlesnake at the peak of a hill, which illogically rose up in the form of a mattress spring (my dream also having a mattress near a bridge in a landfill we were traveling through in a car) and turned out to be a warning (though which I was already somewhat aware of) about a real mattress spring poking through my mattress. In other cases though, snakes symbolize many different things depending on the dream (such as the human intestine regarding stomach problems or even an umbilical cord reference), though sometimes just a waking mechanism (to jolt the dreamer into waking) with no other meaning.

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Why is everyone so negative in my dreams?

Kitchen

Frag of me sitting at a kitchen table. Two people walk in and not sure who they are. They start giving me shit for something and some random girl E from work is there. She starts joining in so I start cussing her out. she doesn't even belong in my house. she tells me to shut up. so I keep telling her off. She turns into a blur and hits me out of the dream.

Work confusion

I'm working with co workers from McDonald's but instead we are working at a dollar store in the middle of a mall. J tells me to hang up some beads in small packets on a big display. I start doing so but A and E walk by me. A says hi and starts complaining about my work. I ask her why she's even talking to me. She said she was just saying Hi. I couldn't beleive she was being rude about it. I wanted to complain about it to J in an open door policy discussion.

I leave and wind up roaming the dark mall for a while. I eventually found J in a meeting room. I sat through the meeting. I asked him to have a conversation but there were too many people around.

Dangerous plane

I'm flying inside an air plane with Data. there's literally no bottom to the plane. We float over to a seat strapped into a wall. He straps me in and hands me an oxygen tank. I keep breathing through it and turn a crank that shuts it off. I ask him if I did the right thing. He says yes. I then wait for the plane ride to end. I am really worried about crashing because there is no floor to the plane and I can see the land going by below.

Pope

I have a FA in the bottom big bedroom downstairs. Pope john Paul is there and wants to talk to me. I have to leave for some reason. I look out the window and see snow is outside. It makes me lucid. I float through the window and walk on the snow with no socks. My feet don't even feel cold. I climb the fence without any effort.

I lose lucidity while walking down the street. I enter a building where my boss is. and he says why Haven't I talked about the plan yet with his messenger. The current pope is with him and they are looking at me. I go to leave but wake up.

Date of Dream: MON 29 MAY - 2017



Dream No. 122 - The Girls Are Missing

I was telling my mum that there was some sort of meet and greet event with the Killester girls. I told her I wanted to be there at 12:15 PM. I don't remember how I got there but I did successfully reach the school and I was searching for AD. I couldn't find her anywhere, nor could I find any other girls I knew really well. At one point, AL started following me around everywhere I went. I soon came to KD02 to see Ms L teaching an English class. She said something but I forgot what exactly. I then said to, “You never said that to me in English!”. She replied that she meant to say her sentence to CR.

As the dream progressed, the school was deserted and the sky was grey. I think everyone was now back in classes, except AL who was still following me around. I went over to the music rooms and I see Mr H with a group of students who are complete strangers. They were wearing the Killester winter uniform but then they didn't look like anyone I knew that had enrolled in the school in waking life. I asked Mr H where the year 12s were and he said that they were rehearsing with the year 11s in room 7.

I entered the music corridor and noticed AL still following me. I said to her, “Don't you have classes?” and she stated that she did have classes in the food rooms, which were right next to the music rooms, so I told her to go into class. I then saw all the girls, some year 11s and some year 12s lined up next to each other, but not singing anything. They were hard to get to as all across the floor, there were heaps of tipped over music stands, making the path across like some tangled vines. I went through these stands like someone going through swamp sludge. Along the way, I made some facial reactions to try and make people laugh. I remember LD went along with it really well and had a laugh but on the contrary, WB did not look impressed one bit. That's all I can remember about this dream.

I fell asleep in the woman's cabin. Then I was on a windy path with tall grass around it.
I was walking up it, holding a paper bag with books and clothes in it. (Primarily clothes). I noticed a little girl behind me aways away and I thought she was a demon. I knew at the top of the hill my friends were there. I didn't want to let go of the paper bag, but I decided I had to. I put it down and raced towards the people at the top/the end of the path. End of dream. That day, my pastor and I walked up a hill on the retreat, and I told him about the dream. He suggested that the little girl was the girl I used to be, and later in my life I realized that the people at the top were the future me and other friends I would have. The dream taught me that sometimes we have to let go of material things and let spiritual things and friendships matter more.

Another dream I had earlier was I was at Julliard and I asked if I was a student there. Then suddenly I was in a grassy field and at heaven school, and they told me their music and dance school was better than Julliard, and I felt peaceful.

A recurring dream I always have is being at university of Pittsburgh (which I attended in real life), not having my schedule, trying to get to the computer lab to print it out. The last time I had this dream I actually was able to print out my schedule, and then I was in a big classroom and they were teaching Islam on the screen, and I realized that maybe it was a dream. Later I decided it was definitely a dream (first lucid dream in at least two years), and I left the classroom and made the building disappear, through Jesus. Then I was walking in a grassy field knowing I was dreaming starting to explore. Someone started to chase me, I think he or she was muslim. Then I woke up or had a false wake up.

A psychic dream I had was I was with my family in the middle of the ocean and Simon-Peter, my brother, was there and he was in a box that went down to the bottom of the Sea to explore it. Then I woke up.

A long time ago, I dreamt I met a girl and we watched an art movie together and then painted together. Was a beautiful but not lucid dream.

There are so many more that I forgot. I will try to remember them to post them here from now on.

~Rebecca