non-lucid

6-12-2013

Dream Two- I'm on my way to my cousin's house at night. I haven't talked to her in years, but I find out she lives in the neighborhood in front of my neighborhood so I want to go visit her. "her" neighborhood is really a trailer park, but in the dream she lives in a real house, much bigger than mine, and the trailers and modular homes are all gone and just forest surrounding her. I ring the doorbell and she opens the door, happy to see me. We stand in the doorway because she is about to leave, she even has a baby in her arms and on her hip dressed in a puffy baby coat. She asks me to go with her because she is wanting to check out the local churches. I tell her I'd be happy to show her to the closest churches, and that there's a really creepy old house in the neighborhood behind her house (there isn't really, but this detail from my last lucid popped up, the house of the woman who has Kurasawa held prisoner) She tells me that she has heard about the house but it sounds way too creepy and she'd rather not go there. We get into a black SUV and I make small talk on the way to the closest church, letting her know I live nearby and how to get to my house from hers. As we are pulling into the church parking lot I notice a guy I work with, we'll call him E, walking through the parking lot. I roll down the window closest to me and call out to him. He comes over and asks what we are doing there, and I tell him about my cousin wanting to see the church. He tells me it's closed and locked, he had just tried the door and was leaving. My cousin says, "That's ok, we can just drive around it and maybe look in the windows?" and I agree. We end up parking the SUV and getting out to look in the windows to see what the Sunday school class rooms look like. We notice a playground behind where we park the SUV as well, and decide to go check it out to see if it's the kind of place she could see her baby playing at when he got a little older. At the playground, I turn to look at my cousin but she's no longer my cousin, but my best friend from high school with whom I lost touch a few years ago. It occurs to me that I am dreaming, no reality checks necessary. I tell my cousin turned friend that I am dreaming, but she is confused. She asks me what I am talking about. I grab her hand and lead her towards the church again, explaining that I am dreaming and I can control this world, so I can get her into the church, "Watch, E said the doors were locked and closed, but when we get to them they will be unlocked, or even wide open for us!" and sure enough, getting there they are wide open, and lead to a Victorian style hallway painted in blue and white filigree. I tell her to stay there where she's safe and can't get in the way, that I have to find Kurasawa because in my last lucid I had learned he was being held by someone. My friend doesn't want to stay by herself though, and the baby has vanished as if it never existed, so I break down and tell her she can come with me but follow me and just don't distract me. First I run out of the church and towards a small wooded area. Though only a few feet wide the wooded area is thick with brush and trees and looks impossible to get through, but I maintain my faith in the dream that when I get there the way will be open to me. Sure enough, when I get there I see a small path that I couldn't see before. On the other side of the wooded area is a large field surrounded by wooded borders like the one behind my house. I look out around the field looking for the house where Kurasawa is kept, but I don't see it. I curse and then run up the edge of the field, screaming at the top of my lungs, "Where are you? Evil witch who has Kurasawa, I know you are around here somewhere! Please, let me find the Witch!" I briefly wonder to myself why I am calling her a witch. I am a witch, and I know witches are not inherently evil. All the same I feel like the title fits her. Another path opens up in the wooded area, and I cut through it to find myself on top of a grassy hill over looking a mountain valley in the bright sunlight. No sign of the house I am looking for though. I turn left and see a pile of very large and smooth stones. I pull my friend in that direction and say out loud, "When I get to the other side of the rocks we will find a tunnel through them" Sure enough, on the other side of the rocks is a tunnel into the ground like what you'd expect to see in a fairy hill. We go through the dark hole, and it curves to the left with stairs taking us down. After a short sharply curved tunnel maybe six feet long, we find our selves out on a beach at sunset. I throw my hands up and then down in exasperation. "I'm never going to find him before I wake up at this rate!" My friend calls out to me, "Hey look! There's another tunnel here! should we try going through it?" I turn around to look, and yes, there is a tunnel, this one looks man made in the stone and I have a really good feeling about it. I run into the tunnel, grabbing her hand as I go by to pull her with me. At this point she turns into a little dark haired girl, she reminds me of Sailor Saturn from Sailor Moon, but I don't worry about it because I am still fully aware that it is a dream and that kind of thing just happens in dreams. The tunnel is another short one, maybe 6 feet long. It empties into a large square stone room with arched wooden doors all around the room and a man in knights armor standing guard in the middle. I tell the girl with me to stay here and not to grab the guards attention while I try to figure out where to go next. I panic a bit at first because I have no clue what door to go through, nor how to tell which one is right. I know I can try blindly trusting the door to lead to him, but that hasn't been working so well this dream. I really only worry this all for a split second though before I feel it, the pull I get when Kurasawa is nearby. I turn to my left where I feel the pull coming from, and say out loud, "There!" There is no door at that part of the wall though, and I don't know what the doors will lead to the right place, so I decide the best way to get right there without chancing a dream reroute is to just go through the wall. So I steel myself, and punch the stone wall as hard as I can. The stone crumbles around my fist leaving a roundish hole about 6 feet in diameter in the wall. The room I opened was small and stone. There's a door to the right and a twin sized bed on the left. I can see the covers pulled over a rather tall form sitting up on the bed and hear x-rated noises from the bed. I walk over and pull the sheet off the bed, and there's a very short and thin blonde on top of a dude with short dark hair getting it on. The girl screams and grabs the sheet as it falls, pulling it around her and flattening herself on the bed in an attempt to get away from me. I am really confused because I feel like I am right on top of Kurasawa, but the guy on the bed is not him, nor is the girl. The guys hair on one side (even his eyebrow) keeps flashing between black and blonde like strobe light and it is extremely distracting. I shake my head and turn to the small woman because she doesn't confused me as much and I know it's a woman holding Kurasawa from the last lucid I had. I yank the sheet off of her again, this time I am way more powerful than her and she's terrified. "I am looking for a man with long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, Where is he?" She smirks at me, "Why would I tell you anything? You interrupted us, and I'm not about reward you for it." I reach down and begin touching and caressing her like a lover might, and she her nicer this time, "Please, tell me where Kurasawa is. I know he's here, I can feel him." She makes an almost pur like sound and moans that he's in the basement underneath us if I had just taken the time to feel for him instead of throwing my weight around I would have known that. I put one arm behind her and the other hand is looped between her legs to lift her off the bed. She cries out upset that I stopped her from being pleasured again, but I ignore her this time and will the floor beneath me to allow us to slowly sink through. In the room below us there are hundreds of people just kind of moping about looking completely hopeless and like they have given up on life entirely. Kurasawa calls out my name from behind me, and I drop the blonde woman on the floor like a sack of potatoes. I turn and see him, and can't help but run up and hug him. "I found you!" There's a noise behind me, and I turn back to the blonde chic that I dropped on the floor. She's the only naked person in the whole room, and while most of the people don't notice her, there is a guard in armor who saw us drop from the ceiling. He says something about how no one is allowed to be naked or make love down here, that all prisoners must save themselves for the witch. The girl gets all mad and haughty and says she IS one of the witches, but the guard doesn't recognize her. I know there is more to this dream, but when I woke up I couldn't remember any of it. I only had the feeling like a lot happened but it's just not there for me to recall

Dream One- I am hearing a story from someone about a girl I work with, we'll call her K, being in a changing room. She tried on a pair of tight pants and steps out to see what someone thinks. When she does, another girl from work, we'll call B, falls to the floor and crawls to her feet clawing up at her leg in some sort of terrifying urge to worship and destroy her at the same time. It was a very odd fragment, that made no sense.

6-11-16

All I remember is seeing a row of five small cherry trees with bright pink blossoms all over them planted along the back of my house.

6-10-16

Just a fragment, something about a convention and a speaker where I am earning something I didn't know before. Maybe it was UFO related? I couldn't remember anything but the room and the speaker dressed in light brown when I woke from the dream.

I was in an apartment on holiday and had just got out of bed. I went downstairs into a brown brick stairwell.
On exciting the block I saw a man who was dressed with a long flowing cloak and headress. He was sneaking somewhere with his children and unbeknown to him I had seen him. It was a hilly desert region with small houses built into rock sides.
I reentered block not sure what to do. I found I was trapped in the stairwell so I called for my daughter to let me in.
Even though she was only small in the dream I knew she had super powers and could help me out.
She made the door appear again and came with me downstairs.
When we exited the apartment, we appeared to be in London, loads of people in the street. And Red london buses going up and down.
I was sure there was something wrong with this and kept asking is this really London as it did not seem right.
I found it hard to believe the DCs and was perplexed as to what had happened.

These 2 dreams are from about 4-5 days ago, I had a pretty hectic week and kept losing the time I needed to write them up.

Dream 1 - A man shot dead
I'm in a courtyard, there's a few buildings around it and it's a nice sunny day. I'm confronted by a man in a suit wielding a gun, he isn't a bad person though. He opens fire on me from the other side of the court, I start doing cartwheels, flips and all sorts of crazy evasive manoeuvres. I'm somehow dodging every single bullet, I remember thinking how lucky I was and how unlikely this is. Another man shows up, similar attire but maybe wearing a red tie and he gives of the impression that he's evil. He starts shooting at both me and the other guy, but I don't get hit. He lands 7 solid chest shots in the first suited man, the guy is lying on the ground bleeding out. I'm not sure but I may have beaten up the second shooter or he just disappeared. I go to the dying man, I feel so sorry for him... He's going to die and there's nothing that can be done to save him. "I know how you feel man, getting shot feels fuckin' horrible" I say. The feeling of what it feels like to be shot, the pressure, the cold, the hole oozing out blood.. It all flashes through my mind in a memory, I've experienced this myself in dreams and now I'm watching it happen to someone else. "Keep fighting man, that's what life is, make the world feel your will to live until the very last moment!" The guy goes limp 2 seconds later, the light fading from his eyes.

Dream 2 - Beating up a dinosaur
It's probably the Jurassic time period, I'm in a dense forest sitting the upper boughs of a tree with a brontosaurus next to me. I'm not sure how it was in the tree with me, since they're huge.. But it was just chilling next to me, it was both big and small at the same time. The context is that we're hiding from predators, but I'm new to this (I assume I've just travelled here through time maybe). The brontosaurus is teaching me how to hide and I'm following its example, copying the way he camouflages himself by staying still. We hear a carnivorous dinosaur on ground hunting, it doesn't know we're hear so we're safe. But then.. I snap a twig or something by wriggling to get a better view of it. Oh shit... I have to make a run for it, god damn it. I jump up and land on the ground, immediately bolting off in a sprint. I end up in a bigger more open area, I get the impression there are walls around somewhere.. Almost as if it's all just one HUGE cage. I decide to fight the predator back, it looks a bit like a tyrannosaurus. As I'm running I grab a vine and swing up, as the momentum brings me to peak height I prepare to swing back. Gravity pulls me down and I arc towards the predator. I kick it right in its face and jump off. I then do some CRAZY acrobatic kicks and beat the living crap out of it.

I recall only a short fragment. I was heading to my toilet - there was an utter mess, trash lying around, bare walls with all the plumbing and wiring visible. I was going there with a plunger.

I woke up & knew I was dreaming but my husband kept talking to me right after I woke up so I lost the details but it was just an ordinary dream.

There was an evil man who lived in town, and Jasper and I both knew it. We seemed to be a part of a super hero team (he was even wearing a cape!) and were trying to get him so that we could kill him. He lived in a mansion and had at least two daughters (once of which was closer to our age, and the other was a younger girl who was probably seven or eight years old. The older daughter knew how terrible her father was and at some point in the dream was even with us in the car, plotting. The younger daughter was also with us . . . but I don't remember how (or when) she got in there.

The dad stepped out: he was wearing white clothes and had a full head of blond hair. It was raining and night time and he was yelling so much, but we weren't afraid (because fuck yeah super heroes). The older daughter disappeared and we were worried because she might be in there with her father, and who knows what he would do to her if he knew that she had changed her alliances?

So we were left with the younger girl, who clearly did not grasp the gravity of the situation and did not seem to fully understand just how bad of a person her dad was. It was terrible!

I remember I was in the back seat with her, trying to take care of her, while Jasper was the one trying to man the wheel. The girl started complaining that she was hungry, and she did so so much that we were about ready to give in. "We don't have the money for that," said Jasper.

"You have to have the money," she said. "It's not right if you don't. I want to go somewhere."

"And where do you want to go?" he asked, weary.

"Rat-E-Cheese."

"That place is expensive. It'll wipe out our bank card. Will that do it for you?"

She seemed to take the hint because she sat down in an odd angle in the car seat and didn't say anything for a couple of moments. Then, when Jasper and I thought she was done, she said, "Yeah, that'll do it though!"

We decided that we did need to feed her somehow or another. Jasper knew where Rat-E-Cheese was and set off. We were talking about our battle plans when, half-way through, we realized that the girl was no longer with us. We thought that she might have been re-captured by her father, or even that she had fallen out of the car door. We inherently knew that she was safe for the moment, though, and kept going until we could find a place where we could turn around, and while we were doing so we used that time to keep talking about battle plans.

"We don't need to tell that girl what her father is, though," said Jasper.

"I know, that would be shitty." I was thinking about all of the times my mom had talked so badly about my own dad to me. I knew "what he was" then, but it was nonetheless distressing hearing it come from her. I wondered what we were going to do when we actually broke into the mansion. I pictured killing him beside his fireplace by chopping off his head, and then finding the little girl afterwards and trying to explain that she was going to be living with us from now on. Even in my head that didn't sound like it was going to go down well.

We passed Rat-E-Cheese before we were able to turn around, and when we did I realized that it was just a knock-off version of Chuck-E-Cheese (even "Chuck-E," which was painted on the building, was just a more realistic rat). I told Jasper that it was a good thing we didn't take her to that place anyway, because we could do better.

Myself and someone else (Jasper? Mama?) was at the laundry mat at night. The people I was with had started watching a movie on the TVs, and another guy with darkish hair seemed to take a liking to me and was "chatting me up," or . . . something like that. I think he was holding my hand? And at some point I told him something and he said that I didn't have to do this or that just to impress him(?), and I remember thinking that he had the wrong idea entirely.

There was also a part where I looked up Romeo's birth chart. . . .

I was in my brothers bedroom thinking it was my room. I was on the bed trying to sleep so I could become lucid. I felt fine relaxing until I ended up inside a dream within the dream. My mother ended up being by my side this time. I think I flew out of the house and went around but there was something about the setting that was unsettling so I changed it somehow.

Than I had a false awakening and woke up in my backyard. But I was next to my mom and sitting on a skull."How'd I get here I!?" I thought staring at the skull as I moved away from it. After looking at it I realized why it was there."It's not a bad symbol, its just there because I saw Undertale videos last night and papyrus was in it".

After that I followed two dcs, not my mom, into the house through the backyard door. But I felt I couldn't move as quick as them. Than dream characters that acted as zombies began to appear. I grabbed onto one of the dream characters begging him to pull me in. He started to look like Sans from Undertale now and pulled me in. We than closed the second door after we were in the hallway.

I followed the dcs through the hall and as I was following them they stopped near the bedroom that Dawn use to appear in a lot. Except it was closed. I questioned why they stopped here than I remembered about Dawn. But I wasn't really interested in seeing him. "Lets just go" I said. I walked but than looked back at the exit door. It was now black with a Yellow person standing near it unable to move.

I was scared(since I haven't been lucid in a while)but than calmed myself and reminded myself that I was in control of the dream. After talking to the characters about something I don't remember, maybe the environment, I turned the corner and saw something weird. I ignored it and went upstairs. To my surprise there were parakeet cages beside my dad and younger brother.

Well my lucidity went out the window and as soon as I saw a parakeet on the floor I started panicking a little. I picked them up one by one somewhat aware it was a dream but pulled into the dream by the birds. I quickly rounded up the birds I saw but than someone gave me a book. It was dark brown and covered in green leafy stuff. There was also something in the middle of the cover that looked like a small leafy green shaped dragonfly taped to the cover. (Guess the bee task went out the window too)"Is this a moth or is it a bird?..."I thought.

I get a vague feeling someone randomly made a joke about "falling"that was suppose to be funny and possibly written in "DCs say the darnest things" thread.Yeah, it did happen but it was somewhere earlier In the dream.

Anyways I took out the leafy thing taped to the book and continued looking for the birds. "Don't just stand there! Help me!"I shouted to my brother. He started helping me too. I decided to check downstairs and as I was walking down I saw more parakeets. "Oh no. Please. Come to me."I said worried as I tried picking up the birds with only two hands. "There's more downstairs!!"I shouted as I quickly tried to round up the fat ones, thin ones and hurt ones. There was even one with only half a body but still moving. I thought he was born that way. But quickly picked him up because I felt sympathy for him.

I than went upstairs and brought a few into the cage. Than ran back down and tried collecting more by hoping they would perch on my arms. By now the hallway expanded into what seemed like a huge library with tall orange colored book shelves.
As I was picking up the birds Eye tried to get my attention. But I ignored him because I felt the parakeets needed me. Especially when now there was other parrots into the mix.

Eye than took a couple of parakeets and let a white one mixed with sky blue fly into the air."Hey! Look what I did with the sky blue parakeet!" he called out to me as the sky blue one mixed with white did a loop in the air next to him."Come watch the bird show!"he called out like a circus ring master.I than turned away from him quickly picking up the parakeets that ran away from me. Even though I wanted to pay attention to him the parakeets and parrots were not safe.

I managed to pick up a few and passed by Eye. Where I saw my brother walking trying to grab one, unaware of the yellow one walking on the floor chasing another yellow type of parakeet."Wait!!"I shouted as I grabbed his shirt and pulled it. He kept moving but than turned diagonally to get another parakeet. The yellow ones were safe under a painting thing.

I breathed in and out relieved. Than turned and saw a white parakeet flying away from a bigger white parrot. "Nooo!! Get away from her!!"I shouted. Trying to reach for them. But than it happened. The bigger parrot grabbed the small white parakeet with its feet."Nooooooooooooo!!!"I cried out grabbing what I thought was the parakeet from the parrot. The parrot flew away and what I grabbed was a orange/white fish that resembled a angel fish. I let it go and noticed the white parakeet on the ground. "Nooooooo...."I said so upset when I saw the parakeet on the ground not moving. I turned it and saw that its beak was open and a curved organ of the bird was sticking outside its mouth. It cried a little and I felt some wet stuff spray from the bird onto my face.

Eye came up behind me."That's nature for you"he said without remorse in his voice."I need to wash my face. That bird organ must have sprayed something at me.."I thought now worried about the germs. I got up noticing the environment had changed into a castle or theme park with water fountains all around. I wanted to go wash my face in one but Eye got my attention again. The setting slowly became black and I started to wake up."You gonna say sorry?" I heard Eye ask than I woke up.

Afterwards I had a non lucid dream a vampire kidnapped me and I fought him with his own knife.

First dream

I was in a huge city, parking my car in shopping mall's parking. It was summertime and I drove there to visit my mother in her new workplace. I couldn't find myself a suitable spot to park. When I finally found it I left it and entered the mall. It was heavily crowded. I met my previous teacher, but she was thirty years older. An elderly woman with completely white hair. She was wearing a dress with strange patterns. We talked for a while. Someone was laughing from me, I felt that the whole mall is full of people I didn't liked. After a long while I finally met my mother, but she had to work. I left her and decided to get into my car and drove away. On the way to the parking I heard and saw people I knew and didn't liked very much, gathered into one place and watching me, laughing. I got nervous and run towards my car, kicking someone on the way. When I finally entered the car, I decided to check where's nearby computer store.

Second dream

I was testing a computer game of my design, checking how combat moves combination work. I was wandering around volcanic lands, fighting with monsters.

Night of June 10th, 2016: Gym Class // A Wild Ex Has Appeared!

Here are two dream fragments from last night:
In dream fragment #1, I was in some sort of gym class. It wasn't in my school's gym, but rather a huge, dark room with no windows and reddish-yellow lighting. Many other girls were in there, and we were told to do a few different tasks, one of which I remember. We were asked to run from one side to the other. My feet got incredibly heavy as I did this though, and it felt like I was moving through water or as if I had chains wrapped around my ankles: slow. I turned to ask the other girls what was going on but I got no response
In the second dream fragment, I was peering down a hole in the ground into the "bedroom" of my ex boyfriend (the one represented by the more intelligent gorilla in last night's dream). It was dirty and cluttered, and he sat in it.
//dreamcut// We are suddenly in my grandmother's basement, him on her couch.
I don't remember any more than that, but I'll update this if I do.

Night of June 10th, 2016: Gym Class // A Wild Ex Has Appeared!

Here are two dream fragments from last night:
In dream fragment #1, I was in some sort of gym class. It wasn't in my school's gym, but rather a huge, dark room with no windows and reddish-yellow lighting. Many other girls were in there, and we were told to do a few different tasks, one of which I remember. We were asked to run from one side to the other. My feet got incredibly heavy as I did this though, and it felt like I was moving through water or as if I had chains wrapped around my ankles: slow. I turned to ask the other girls what was going on but I got no response
In the second dream fragment, I was peering down a hole in the ground into the "bedroom" of my ex boyfriend (the one represented by the more intelligent gorilla in last night's dream). It was dirty and cluttered, and he sat in it.
//dreamcut// We are suddenly in my grandmother's basement, him on her couch.
I don't remember any more than that, but I'll update this if I do.

Morning of November 2, 2016. Wednesday.



My dream’s backstory and beginning is not that clear but implies getting on a train and going on a special journey to somewhere undetermined. After I get on the train I enter a mode of non-lucid dream control. I get the idea that “anything can happen” on this train ride and that it might even be some sort of bizarre fairground ride, whereby the train may not even be moving at one point even though most of the passengers assume it is real and going to perhaps another country or even an unexplored region.

At one point, scenes of what seem like the surfaces of a couple different planets (one view somewhat Mars-like) are viewed through the window of the train. A couple young girls gasp and point. I am vaguely aware that I somehow created the events yet I do not become actively lucid at any point.

After several minutes, what looks like a large town is passing by the windows, except the view is consistently upside-down. People do not seem to be all that concerned and I can tell it is obviously fake. I can even see a black band along the bottom of the rolling imagery a few times, as if it is not fixed to the mechanism correctly, which is apparently like a conveyor belt rotated ninety degrees to the vertical position and displaying a long strip of paper that features the photographic detail. I feel slightly disappointed at the intelligence of some of the other passengers in their apparent thinking that it is real though I do not say anything.

Eventually, we come to a stop near a supposedly unexplored jungle. I wander to a clearing with an unknown male. There is a large circular hole in the ground. There also seem to be a few larger concentric arcs about the opening. This causes me to become puzzled and I wonder how pieces of ground could stay up as such. There are at least two monkeys in the large spherical pit that are small and of no threat. I do not get as close to the opening as the other male and advise him to be careful, as the additional arced openings do not seem logical or even possible (unless perhaps strong rods with platforms are under the narrower sections of isolated ground though this does not seem to be the case) yet no lucidity is triggered.

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Morning of June 11, 2016. Saturday.



In my dream, where I seem to somehow be a different person or character yet still feel like myself in most ways, I am an individual who has traveled around extensively and I am also seemingly a hunter in the manner of Sam and Dean Winchester from the “Supernatural” television series. I am aware that they have been called in to face the most difficult “monster” that they had ever dealt with. This creature is supposedly impossible to kill but can be subdued for a time until it rises again. It is kept in a cage on an isolated property (I assume in America, possibly Ohio) reachable by an old back road. Sam and Dean are on the scene.

I meet with them to help them at the location where the creature is presently sleeping in a cage though supposedly about to rise and kill a number of people. They seem hesitant at first but then are totally okay with me being there and both are receptive of my authority and apparent advanced skills (though on one level I know that this is pretense and that I am “creating everything under my will” even though I am not at all lucid in any way, as this is a state of awareness that I have experienced thousands of times in dream states since earliest memory).

I tell them that I know James (although I actually mean Bobby Singer), having gained much experience from him, and they seem to understand and are happy with it.

We are preparing for the upcoming battle as we are told by the owner of the property that the monster is stirring. It is apparently some sort of anthropomorphic white stork (with fur as well as feathers) with deadly far-reaching supernatural powers. We are told to get some weapons. These “weapons” turn out to be large pillow-like hessian sandbags (obvious dream sign) filled with some sort of magical concoction to help put the beast back to sleep (another obvious situational concurrent dream sign). These “pillows” which are aligned along the fence (concurrent liminal space symbol), some slightly buried (implied to be at a deeper level of concurrent awareness within the dream state), are taken out by us. I also see a few barbells in the dirt but decide we may not need these.

We go into the house and one side of a large room is like a jail. The monster is inside but starting to move around. At first it looks like a white-furred Bigfoot but it eventually becomes somewhat of an anthropomorphic stork. This stork creature is ready to attack (even though it is in the cage).

The owner of the residence opens the cage door and we go in. Sam and Dean Winchester start hitting this creature with the “pillows” as hard as they can. Powder flies through the air but not enough to lower the visibility of the scene by that much. I join in and also whack this “stork-monster” (of human height) with my “pillow”. It seems to remain dazed and never fully stands up at any point. Sam, Dean, and I soon leave this “cage” and start talking in the other area of the room with the owner.

Soon however, the creature is active again but now appears totally human; a dark-haired female of perhaps thirty. Her hands are raised up and out in mimicry of a spider or martial arts position and she is apparently a powerful destructive witch. As I stare her down, my dream becomes more and more vivid and intense. Orange lightning (conscious mind symbol) comes from her hands and her hair stands up, but I am also able to raise my own hands in defense. Simply by holding my gaze and moving my hands out and around a bit, she eventually falls back and is defeated for another cycle.

“Awesome,” says Dean as Sam smiles and nods in my direction, both from my left (even though a “witch” like me would not be liked by them in the actual television series).

After this, we all get in a car. Dean drives though Sam sits in the back seat (on my right) in Speedo swimwear. He is singing some sort of song and using words like “Speedo”, “Guido”, and “Buido” and Dean looks back at him as if greatly annoyed.

To those who understand dreams and their nature (though there are various types), this is a surreal but typical sleeping, dreaming, and waking adventure all in metaphor. Nothing could be more obvious than that than slapping a white bird with a pillow to put it to sleep (especially when inside a cage or jail which represents restricting the energies of the preconscious state). The white bird is a moon (dream induction) sign, a typical concurrent consciousness displacement symbol, and this entire series of dream events is a metaphor for circadian rhythms and the waking transition as is often the case.

The clever references in the song seem at least partly related to trolls on the Internet, unfortunately (which is something that in all honesty is pointless to dream about as nothing can really be done about them). “Guido” is a possible play on “Guido van Helten” which in turn is a play on VonHelton, the bizarre narcissistic YouTube troll, who is possibly one of the strangest personas and crazed individuals on the Internet. “Buido” apparently has various associations. However, in Spanish, it mostly seems to be a reference to something that is corrugated, fluted, or sharp. It is associated with “puntiagudo” (“pointed”) or “con punta aguda” (“with a sharp point”), which is obviously a play on my birthplace of “Punta Gorda” (or “Fat Point” in describing the shape of the region), which is a dream reference to returning to who I really am in whole consciousness, as a sort of “rebirth”.

I was just thinking yesterday why am I not having cool dreams like I used to.

Last night:
I was in South Amerika, I think Chile. We are looking at some monitor that's showing different beaches in Chile. We are picking a beach for a vacation. Someone says that when there is a heatwave in Mexico, it's also hot down in Chile.

Few days before:
It's night. We are running through some landscapa that is just dirt with occasional bush. It looks like lots of people went there, dirt is all roughed up. Someone is attacking in the distance from above. I see a hole in the ground. We go in. A huge rock blocks the entrance after we get in. We walk through some tunnels dug in the soil, it's pretty well lit with yellow light from unknown source. I have a feeling it's headqarters of resistance against alien invasion.

Night of June 9th, 2016: Terrifying Party / Mexican Vacation

Last night I was lucky enough to end up with two full dreams. One happened after I woke up around 9am and fell back asleep until around 11. Onto the dream experience...
a birthday party.
half of the house was for our party (AJ was there), and the other half was for a triplet’s birthday. The triplets looked around my age, and kept smiling at me.
southern guy who looked older than he was talked to me and winked at his parent off the deck
grave robbers apparently were prominent and some child died at age 8, stuff stolen
screams coming from the field, I rushed AJ back inside
a school bus charged through a field (a small one) followed by a police cart. An adult to my right mentioned he saw 2 people bleeding
I was in a swimming bikini top and underwear the whole time?

In the first dream, I was at a birthday party at an unknown house. Half of the house, which sported a patio/deck with a roof and a rail on the side, was designated for the party I was attending, and the other half for another party.
The other party was for three triplet boys who looked around my age. One of them kept looking at me and smiling, and I think I talked to one for a bit.
The people on my side of the house included: my little sister Emily, my sister's friend Jacob, my nephew AJ, a southern boy who looked a lot older than he was (he looked middle aged and quite large despite insisting he was younger), a strange boy who I can't quite describe, and a few others.
The southern boy approached me on the deck and flirted with me, then winked and said something to someone I assumed to be his parent off the deck.
//dreamcut// Everyone is now on the side of a backroad with a forest on one side and a bare farmer's field on the other. A schoolbus half the normal size came charging through and cut into the field. It was being chased by a police cart. I heard an adult off to the side make a comment about seeing 2 people who were bleeding, one man kept yawning/breathing onto his forearm to "show her what he really was". No idea what that means.
//dreamcut// Everyone has returned to the party, and I am now sitting on a bench/log/seat-thing outside in the back yard with AJ, who is 2 years old. The back yard is large and bare. Suddenly, a 'title' flashes across my vision. I don't remember exactly what it said, but it told me that AJ was going to die at age 8, and someone was going to rob his grave. I got really freaked out, and suddenly the sky went dark. Screams started coming from the yard. AJ didn't move, but he was clearly terrified. I yelled for him to get inside and he started running for the door. We made it inside. Dream ended here.

The second dream takes place on a Mexican beach area where, I assume, my family is staying on some sort of vacation. The house is very open and is surrounded by a jungle on both sides, and a beach to the front. On the beach there is some sort of white boardwalk/dock thing that was about 2-3 feet in width. Some parts were slightly submerged underwater, and others were above it. We all walked along it, Emily and I (my little sister) at the back. I was wearing my black Uggs (important soon.) A while down the dock, Emily jumps into the water and pulls me in with her. I somehow avoid going under and walk across the water with my Uggs, slipping a few times but never falling under. I step back onto the walk and we all continue.
Somehow I am alerted that my older sister Jenn and my mother have reached the end, and Emily and I must go. The boardwalk goes from a white wood to an older looking brown wood. We have to travel up a few steps, and through the cracks I see a crocodile in the now very clear water. Freaking out, I order my sister (who is in front of me) to speed up. We continue, me on high alert for crocodiles. I step in front of my sister. We turn left and are faced with a few more steps, where a smaller alligator sticks it's head through the side and latches onto my lower calf/upper ankle. I hear someone in the background say, "It's hopeless. If she moves at all, that crocodile is going to eat her alive. She's done for." I tell my sister to back up before she is attacked too.
In my racing mind, somehow my brain said, "turn off your computer." So, apparently, I did that and I ended up (with everyone else) back at the house with a large brown bruise where the crocodile had bit me which was perfectly shaped like a rectangle. As I walked in, I spotted a silverback gorilla standing next to the door. I point it out to everyone then move inside.
Two gorillas entered after me (these I think might represent my ex boyfriends who were (best friends) both 17-18 when I was 14. One of them was a bigger guy and seemed very in love with me despite me being uncomfortable around him. Yet I never was willing to break up with him.), following me in. They took something off the table (a cup filled with some sort of small snack) and chucked it toward the other wall. This is when the gorillas start to speak. I ask, "You speak... us?" Not the best choice of words, I know. The larger gorilla in my mind keeps switching from human to gorilla. I'm not sure my mind registered it as either. The other is smaller and seems to be more intelligent.
The larger gorilla is infatuated with me, apparently, and latches onto me in a hug. I move to my mother, repeating one word: help. She ignores me, and the gorilla continues the hug for a few more minutes. I go over to the couch, gorilla following me. I sit down, it sits down. It asks if I want it to leave, and I say no, so it smugly smiles and stays. The gorilla then states one cryptic phrase: "Man. I CANNOT wait until you're older."
I somehow already know the gorilla is (very specifically) 31 years old. It presents a list of stuff it likes about me. The other gorilla takes it.
My memory gets fuzzy around here, but they both end up leaving. Later, I look out the window and I see my laptop up in a tree, the little Apple on the front glowing. I go outside and scale the tree to find the two gorillas holding some of our devices. The intelligent one is closer to me and is holding my laptop and next to him is my older sister's laptop. The other one is holding a red and black phone which I don't recognize, and through a slight struggle I manage to retrieve all of the devices. When I got back home I tried to find a place to hide them as I knew the gorillas would try to take them again. Drawers wouldn't work... under my pillows the devices kept sliding out. I found a video recorder with two videos on it: a man and a little girl going down a zipline, and a man exploring an abandoned farm-like area.
Memory gets fuzzy again, but the gorillas yet again have my devices. This time, though, they are on the left side of the house in the jungle trees. I yet again go to retrieve them, when the gorillas say something along the lines of "but we want to remember you." (In the dream I was going home the next day.)
I appease the gorillas by offering to order them a laptop and have it sent to the house. They agreed, and I got my laptop and other devices back.
The dream ends there.
Bonus fragment from sometime that night: I was in a room with someone who had been apparently bullying AJ and I yelled at her, throwing rainbow-colored, small plastic balls at her. They kept turning flat (instantly floating down or missing her), but the girl started to cry.



My dreams seem to be very strange, but luckily I remember them all very clearly. It is truly a wonderful gift to have to be able to experience a different world every night, and I can't wait until I go lucid during one.