non-lucid

Bed: 23.30
Wake up: ~ 07.15
Now: 07.55

Flirt
I'm somewhere inside. It reminds me of my mom's living room, though different. There a mattress it seems in the living room and a blonde girl lying on it. Her name is Karin. She pulls me on top of her and I'm not resisting. So far I think it's fun. We're underneath the blanket and pressed against each other. She tries to kiss me. Here's why I break away. I can't do that to my girlfriend. In my mind, a week ago we did kiss though. Now I need to find a way to explain this. To our left is a sort of high, rectangular desk. There are some people sitting on the other side of it, facing us. I walk over there and grab the markers that are placed on the desk. In Indonesian, I write that I have a girlfriend. I know this girl is Dutch and I wonder if she'll understand. I do it in Indonesian because I know she's been to Indonesia for a while. I stumble a bit, trying to explain the situation.

Dick
I'm somewhere outside, close to two permanently semi-open straw buildings. The weather is sunny. I'm probably in a tropical area. There are a few people about and I'm talking to maybe 1 or 2 of them. One of them (if I remember correctly) is a bit of a stereotypical surfer dude. He reminds me of Deeks from NCIS: LA. He's being a know it all. We're talking about the weather in Indonesia and I tell him that it's rain season now. He tells me it's not. I tell him that that's what my friend who lives there told me. Here's where he becomes a pretentious dick by saying something like "yeah it's raining, but you haven't seen a real rain season yet if you haven't [something". I'm quite fed up with the guy now.

There's also something about me, or someone else going into one of the straw buildings and coming out again.. with a sideflip?

I'm taking antibiotics right now so my dreams are all over the place! I was in this really beautiful water & was swimming around but every time I would get out of the water I would check my bikini line & shave my hair there, over & over, lol. I saw my grandpa Jacobs & my aunt Jill (she is only 2 wks & 3 days older than me). I kept thinking that them being there was weird. There were these puppies. I don't know why but we kept coming across all of these puppies. Yup none of this made sense to me either!....

When I woke up I tried to go back to sleep because I instantly thought. Be a dragon, be a dragon, be a dragon. I guess the prep for achieving the first task in the TOTY was trying to kick in. So I guess you could say that was my first failed attempt at TOTY.

Dream
I remember being on a platform with some people, a few of which I was friends with I think. I can't recall how we ended up there, but we weren't supposed to be on it. It was like it was heaven or something.. There was this huge demon guy who we were hiding from, but it was impossible to hide up there, I was just crouched down in the cloudy/misty floor with nothing to hide behind. There's also something about snakes being in the centre of the platform though I didn't see any. He discovered me and my friends (we were split up at the time I think) and picked us up. Oh shit.. He starts walking to the edge of the platform and we know he's going to throw us off. It's hard to explain this next part, but while I was being carried there was.. a pair of socks with me, which I think represented my friends? And there was a bird fluttering around, I was in third person, but I couldn't see myself. The bird was trying to save me, so it put a block of cheese on top of the sock, but its plan failed (see? That doesn't make any sense O_O). We get dropped off the edge, you can't see anything below because there's only a thick mist. We're plummeting down, the bird tries to remove the cheese from the sock and I have to get inside the sock. We splash into water, it's kind of green and murky. There's snakes swimming in the water, I climb up on the side of the platforms support structure but there's like fuck all to hold onto. I see them slithering beneath the surface, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. There's a huge variation in size and colour, red, green, brown, blue, some look like they'd be 20 metres long while others are <10 inches. My friends have gone somewhere, one of them is Daniel. They do something and all the water drains away. It should have been really deep water but the ground is right beneath me.. It's all mudflat, I'm super nervous about stepping onto it because there's burrow holes which can only be where all the small snakes went. Where are the big snakes? They must have follow where the water went... My friend Daniel is here now, on the mudflat, there's something about a small snake nearly biting him I think? I can see an exit not far away which we decide to head towards. I walk across the mudflat and there's this one snake that I keep trying to avoid but it never gets further away because of dream reasons.

Dream fragment
This was pretty vivid, I remember being in my bed and everything in my room seemed normal. But then I felt my cat jump on my bed... I only felt it, I didn't turn to look since I was just lying with my head in my pillow. Now I KNOW this was a dream, because earlier in the night I had put her out of my room. At the time I was like "Oh, that'll be Peaches" (my cats name, she's ginger ). I felt her walk around my body and towards my head. I then thought "Wait, didn't I put her out? Hmm but she's clearly here... I guess she got back in somehow?". I absolutely want to kick myself for not realizing this was a dream, I was aware enough to question it but the setting was just SO mundane and consistent with reality that the thought never even crossed my mind.

4.30.16

Bed 9:45pm - 7:20am

Woke up at 2 from first recalled dream, but didn't write it down, instead I retold it to myself every time I woke up.

DR 2:15am

I am with lots of others in some place we are trying to escape from. We all have to go through some kind of a obstacle course that looks like child's playground. It's going slow because only 2 lanes of people are formed and only 2 people are able to cross an obstacle at the same time. Some don't know how to since some are quite elaborate and others in the line behind them are trying to tell them how to cross it.

It's my turn and I am on some elevated platform with steps going up and I have to align something so I can squeeze through a hole. I make it with my partner and on the other side we approach large white wall with large medium dark brown, shiny door. We enter and it's wery dark. All i can see is that we are upstairs and going down on wide and tall stairway. Walls are white. I ask others who are escaping with us what is that place and I'm told it's a church. I feel trapped again and going through some low, winding, round ceiling white corridors I'm telling my partner we need to find an exit quick and I know he he anxcious to get out of there as well. There is a door with red EXIT on top and we quickly, but not too quick as not to raise suspicion walk to it and get out. There was some church staff inside just watching us with mild smile, so we didn't want them to stop us.

It's nighttime outside. I'm walking alone. I suddenly feel lot smaller as if I was walking crouched so I'm not seen by others. Some soldiers start walking by, military vehicles full of soldiers. Everybody is dressed in hazmat suits. Even their armored personel carriers and trucks are wrapped in military greens and khaki, and even their wheels look like wrapped in paper. I get scared but I'm hoping that they are going to be filming a movie. It's interesting that I sense that most of the sodiers are females.

I think I better return to the "safety" of the church and I turn around. As I'm walking I know I made a good choice because I see civilian cars stopping other civilians and taking their wallets and even pushing some of them inside the cars and taking them away.

DR towards the morning
Long and detailed, but don't remember it as much.

Something about my friend scheduled to be there at 2 but she thought she is scheduled at 2:30 and her friend was already waiting for her to have a date in a bar. So I called her up to tell her but someone else took the phone from me and she talked to her instead.

After four days of false awakenings followed by really crappy frags I finally get myself back on track.

I remember the early dreams had something to do with me being on this sand dune. It was absolutely huge. I was hanging out with this new friend that I had made. I think his name was josh. He reminded me a lot of my waking life friend A. Me and him decided to build a sand castle, but for some reason the sand dune was hard like it were made of sandstone.

I could swear there was a lot more to this dream than us starting to build a sand castle. It also overlapped with some other dreams about how I met the guy.

...

There was also a dream about this fairy character. I remember it was actually a 'he' despite having a very female looking body and had two options of what to do in life, to either become a demon or become this love fairy that was an embodiment of dualities. I carried out some quest and helped it to become the better of the two options. (Duality) Upon completing the quest, he became gigantic and walked off into a forest of pine trees while reminding me of some of my dream goals.

...

I became lucid after being reminded that I had dream goals. I know there was more lucid stuff before this. I feel like it was a whole segment that ended in a FA, but me holding onto my lucidity somehow, then leading into what happened here. I just forgotten it. It makes logical sense that it was an FA.

I remember I was going for a bike ride with my mom and dad. We had just left the house and there were two suns. I'm pretty sure I was already lucid, but this was helping. The larger of the two was due east while there was a smaller, normal sized one in the north. The larger of the two suns had debris around it in a ring. I looked at them. Small planets and asteroids, but I swear I saw a haunted pirate ship floating in the sky.

We were riding for a bit when we came to this drainage pit. The pit was different than it is in waking life. There was no wooden fence around it. (There is IWL) and it was on the opposite side of the trail. I nearly rode my bike into the bottom of the pit, despite trying to steer away from it. I had to hop off and walk my bike back up, but the pit had a sort of gravity to it that would probably pull some hapless nonlucid dreamer into a slow struggle against swamp muck and their own bike.

After I got out of the pit, I did a nose pinch for several seconds to reaffirm my lucidity. I then decided to ride my bike in the road, since it's something I've always wanted to do. But I needed a speed boost since the cars go much faster than I do. I used my flying flames to boost my bike to go faster. Riding in the road was fun, except for the cars intentionally trying to ram me and the dream essentially becoming lucid frogger for a second. At one point, I jumped off my bike and onto the hood of a car and rode it down the street.

I saw there was this big conference setup outside, between the middle schools. All of these middle aged and elderly people were in attendance.

"So as you all know the redistribution of legos is very important to the school's budget." One of the DCs spoke. He then went onto introduce the new head of security. I remembered Justme13's challenge and thought he might make a good opponent. I decided to get the attention of everyone and see if I could get him to attack me. I flew into the air and hovered above the conference.

"As you can see, your education has nothing to do with legos, it has to do with your lucidi-tea."

A giant orange and yellow teapot appeared to the left of the conference when I said that. I thought it would aggravate them into attacking me. It didn't, they all just cheered that I was flying. I got annoyed and figured if I wasn't going to get a skilled opponent, I should work on getting to a new and better environment at least. (I think I was thinking of the discussion I had on spellbee's thread about dreamscapes.)

I decided I would fly away from the town to an environment that might not be that interesting, but at least it wouldn't be a middle school. I got up in the air and started flying. I flew past the football feild by the high school and the thing that I remember was that the dream wold was getting more simple. All of the sudden, it ended. It had an edge. Like the void in minecraft. I zoomed out and saw that the whole town was like a SimCity Tile floating in a void, with the greatest concentration of detail near the center. I decided I would fly up but I died and a message appeared like in Minecraft.

"JadeGreen fell out of the world"

I FA'd on the floor of the front room of my house. Nose pinched and was still dreaming. I decided I would dream spin to a beach location. I stood on my spot and started spinning. I didn't change the scene, just destabilized the dream.

I FA'd agian into my bedroom. I did a nose pinch RC and became lucid. I started to get out of bed and noted that there were piles of legos

I FA'd a third time I think this time the room was painted blue with stars like when I was younger. I did a nose pinch RC and became lucid.

I FA'd a fourth time into my bedroom. There was a huge palm tree in a pot at the foot of my bed. I just knew it was still a dream, and red and white mushrooms growing out of the pot. I shouted 'STOP'.

I woke up for real.

Morning of April 30, 2016. Saturday.



In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and our children, mostly as we are now, are living in a distorted version of the Barolin Street house, where we have not lived in years.

I am at the computer on Facebook and apparently writing a response to something my older brother Dennis (half-brother on my mother’s side) had written. I end up writing something about Thor (both flight symbol and lucid dream symbol but which does nothing here) and stating how it is good they are making movies from the Marvel comic books I used to enjoy reading as I was growing up. Oddly, I get the impression that the latest Thor movie is along the lines of an Elvis movie, and there are apparently scenes where a large group of girls is hanging around him, but I do not consider that as unusual.

Looking at the computer screen, I see that there are two responses to what I had written, each about a paragraph long. Oddly, I see that the user name is “But Dennis” and with no avatar. He has written mostly incoherent nonsense claiming that no good movies have been released since the 1960s and it is supposedly my brother’s fault (and I later inform Zsuzsanna of some of what had been written). The first part of each paragraph is a continuation of his user name such as in “But Dennis was responsible for the decline in…” (which is why he uses the troll name “But Dennis”; as he solely trolls Dennis). In real life, this had been utilized as the user name followed by such as “is feeling happy”, but the “But Dennis” as a user name seems a bit clever and I firstly think it might be Linda (a niece) doing this but it is not.

Soon, the very common downgrading shift occurs relative to technology. As I go deeper into my dream, parts of my unconscious that for whatever reason cannot accept computer technology, alter my dream without me even taking notice. Instead of Facebook being on my computer screen, it is now in a softcover notebook where the communication still somehow ensues in the manner of continuous Facebook posts. I consider the possibility of my brother replying to the strange unknown poster, but I do not notice evidence of this. Looking at the next page of the notebook, I see he has written more in fairly neat printing, though what he is saying makes little sense. He writes about how a certain sitcom of years ago was one of the last watchable television shows, but then he starts to write about Thor though none of it is actually correct in reference to either the movie or comic book history.

I notice page after page of his writing and begin to realize that he is insane and his trolling of Dennis may only be a random choice just from seeing his name once. Both his printing and paragraph content change completely from page to page. In the back of my mind, I contemplate how he must write out something then scan it and then upload it so that it appears in the notebook. It does not dawn on me what a ridiculous concept this is or cause me to reflect on the many other dreams where this sort of false technology has appeared. On one page the writing is very large but vertically stretched and slanting backwards which makes it impossible to read. (This is actually based on the trick where you hold a page horizontally up to your eye and then are able to see what is written when it is elongated over the entire page.)

I eventually come across pages that look as if they were written out on an old typewriter. I tell Zsuzsanna how he probably should have done that in the first place, but after that, there are more pages of scribbled handwriting. Finally, I reach a page where it supposedly shows his photograph at the top (somewhat like a Facebook banner). When I look at it, it first seems to be the actor Mitch Pileggi, who played Skinner on “The X-Files”, yet I tell Zsuzsanna that “I know him” and that it is my foreman from one of the factories I had worked at in La Crosse.

As is typical of the continuous inconsistency of dreams, he is now depicted as a blind Albino African who apparently had been homeless for a long time, though another homeless black male is in the foreground on the right (a direct giveaway to who this “dream journal” actually belongs to) and a Norwegian backpacker on the far left. I cannot be sure which one is the writer. I notice that the back of the notebook is torn and the last few pages are solely thick scribbles in felt pen. For some reason the faux logic of my dream changes completely and I come to the conclusion that he must have somehow placed the notebook in our house when we were not aware of it. “He must have done it around twelve o'clock,” says Zsuzsanna. It concerns me that someone had been in our house while we were sleeping and we had somehow not awakened at the time. (This is an obvious dream sign - talking about sleeping while in the dream state, especially in reference to what seems like someone leaving their dream journal in our house - but I do not catch on at all.)

And now the waking transition begins. It seems to be late at night. I go onto the porch and see a strange man on our sidewalk (of about fifty or more) looking cautiously at our porch. Though it still looks like the Barolin Street house in some ways, there is no fence. There are several young girls running around on our front lawn, all wearing pajamas. Off to the left, there is a square shallow foxhole (about six feet by six feet) with pillows along all sides. One girl jumps in and rolls to the center. Other girls stand about gossiping. This does not bother me as I consider that it may be some sort of school-related ceremony. The man comes up to our door. I push my steel barbell through the mail slot in case he tries anything threatening (blatant symbolism here), though he seems somewhat nervous. He speaks a bit incoherently and seems to be warning me of a couple other males in the neighborhood.

Strangely, our porch rotates to where it is now perpendicular in orientation to how it had felt before, seemingly facing north instead of east. Still, I do not pay notice to this change at all in my dream. A different man approaches our door. He is only about half the age of the other man. Again, I hold out the barbell in case he chooses to impose further. He brings attention to the strange insect nests on our porch. I lie and tell him that we are moving anyway so as to cause him to not impose further with his insincere concern. I look up and see a lot of strange features near the porch light including what looks like a sleeping bat, though it is actually some sort of strange black cobweb hanging down. One of the features looks like a large white fuzzy ball hanging from the ceiling, bigger than a baseball. “You have a Kapoosh up there,” he points out, stating that it is a type of very dangerous venomous ant nest (though a Kapoosh is actually for holding knives and is usually a cube, not a sphere). The concept of a singular ant living high up triggers vague but inconsequential doubt.

“Good, I wish there was a lot more, to keep people like you away from our porch,” I say sarcastically. (It actually represents my attempt to keep dreaming even though I am not lucid, as it represents the downsizing of the moon near the ceiling. This is why I am adamant against this “intruder” who is actually my emergent conscious mind sent to the porch-liminal point to wake me.)

Soon, a (fictional; nonexistent in real layout) door opens on the opposite side of the porch which apparently also leads to outside (and it does not occur to me that this is impossible, as it would actually have to lead into our bedroom if there was really a door there). An unknown male comes in and grabs me. The other male also enters the porch from the front. Even though the waking mechanism has already been triggered, I still decide to knock them back with the barbell but the first male grabs it and prevents its movement. Finally, I have had enough of this dream and become lucid in the last second. Even though it is futile and the waking mechanism is already nearing its end, I mentally change my right hand into a gun and shoot both of them and they go flying backwards in opposite directions.

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Many people who have legitimately and honestly worked with real dreams probably know that the porch of a house is a waking transition setting. This of course is because it is directly between one’s living quarters and the outside world in real life, to metaphorically render the state between deeper dreaming and the path to waking. Even more obvious, I should have also realized this from the dream signs (girls in pajamas and the foxhole with pillows around it as a play on “the outside world is also sleeping and dreaming now”) and thus would either let the less aggressive male instigate the waking mechanism or decide to become lucid and perhaps greatly lengthen my dream and awareness level. As it is, violence was needed to wake me (with the old “being killed” metaphor to “destroy” the dream self as it probably had originally been at the beginning of mankind).

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The notebook with all the different writing reminds me a lot of a teacher’s writing rubric standards guide with open response question examples related to a reading assessment, which shows how various students answered a particular query in their own writing, which displays vastly different levels of intelligence even in high school students, almost to a surreal degree.

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First dream

It was dark, cold evening. I was inside a ruined bunker, thinking about finally going outside and facing a wasteland that the world has become. The bunker was mostly empty, everyone left before, only I stayed inside. I finally left it and saw a barren wasteland, devoid of any life. After a while of wandering I went back to bunker, thinking about a way to immortalize the bunker and everyone that sheltered here before. I have it a name "Tecturne" and tried to write it on paper. My younger sister was there too, she gave me some paper. I couldn't write it perfectly as I wanted.

Second dream

I was in a forest, it was a warm afternoon. With group of classmates we had to make some measurements of wood volume. Instead they were mobbing one of the girls, going as far as stripping her from clothes and trying to rape her. I tried to stop them.

Cousin
I'm in the living room at my mom's house (I think). I'm there with my cousin, his girlfriend and their newborn son. It's the first time seeing their son, so I take a good look. Hmm, I remember him looking differently on the photo. On the photo he really looked like my cousin. Now, not so much. For some reason I look at the window, looking at some green truck that's parked outside. I'm not sure anymore what happens after, or what the significance of the truck was.

Company visit
I've just exercised (physical therapy perhaps) and now I need to get somewhere. I'm running late though, so I don't have the time to shower first. I make it to the bus just in time. I had to cross the street quickly in between cars. I remember seeing the number of the bus, though I can't recall it anymore. I get in at the back. It's really crowded and I consider whether or not I should check in. I might get a fine if I don't do so, but on the other hand, it's so busy that they will never notice. I tell myself that I worry too much and don't check in. I already had my black backpack out in front of me, drawing out my wallet. I put it back in.

I'm inside a building. We're going somewhere with the class. Guess I will have to try to shower here. It's a company visit and quite a prestigious company at that. I run into some classmates on the way up the stairs. There is one classmate going down as well. It's Aun. Later, when I'm up the stairs, I see Aun along with the people she regularly hangs out with. I ask her surprised if I didn't just see her walking down the stairs. She tells me it was X [forgot who]. I remember the hijabs of both persons being different colours, so I'm satisfied with the answer.

We're in a big room and a presentation is starting. A lot of people are still being noisy. The lecturer in front of the class is one that most people dislike because she can't teach very well. She's trying to settle things down and someone hurls a nasty comment at her. Man.. we are so not making a good impression at this company. Eventually people settle down, except for to the far left in the back. Nick and Kristen are arguing with each other for what feels like 5 minutes. They either don't care or don't notice that everyone is waiting for them. Embarrassing.

Finished my first week at work, ended up sleeping heavily this morning.

Dream fragments
-Something about a cellphone
-A party, my friend Sam is there and I greet him

I figured writing something up is better than nothing, even though it's some pretty terribad recall O_O.

Incubated on last lucid and what i'd do in the dream, burning ache in my chest as I went off to sleep.

I dreamt I was at goldies work (mmhmm that woman again lol). I imagined her iworking in a very large open plan office with gallery style flooring. The building was mostly glass (dream sign), from floor to high ceiling.
A glass swirly staircase leading from the 2nd floor to the first floor. I was up looking down over the railings of the 2nd floor then went down to Gs desk. She was standing but then went round to sit at her desk.
She was wearing a charcoal grey cotton suit, looking very slim, with her hair straight down. We were talking about solving some detective case, I was kind of distracted, no idea why
Then we started talking about tiles? a bathroom mystery idk? Then it turned out that the tiles were to be like this
wassily kandinsky picture in arrangement...


I awoke feeling a electric pulse shooting through my body to my root chakra, my mind zoned out for a while.
Then I felt the syrupy energy but this time it was cooling my aching chest then smiley.


[Comment]
I had the dream sign of combinations like the kandinsky painting for months, but could never figure it out.
Now goldie actually has a reproduction of this painting in her house and sent apicture of it too me Oo
the plot thickens, what does it all mean!!!!!

Now I'm on the case!!!

Part 2 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gU7XXzyT6k

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Cloudy afternoon. I was in a city with my family - I was supposed to be in school, reading important text during an academy, but I decided to don't go there. I entered a shop, bought something and went outside. Inside a car that was driving nearby I saw one of the girls from my class, but when I looked again, it was just an old woman in a yellow sweatshirt. I went to car and looked inside - my whole family fit inside it and there was no place for me, except in a drivers seat. I tried to open car's door, but mother pushed my hand back through an open window, which resulted in a broken side mirror. Father moved to driver seat and I took a passenger's one.

Some time later I got a phone message that I should meet with my friend in his school. I went there - it was a really crowded place. On a spiral staircase I met my friend and greeted with him. Just as we started talking, I woke up.

Non-lucids only.

had a dream about my cousin Brad & we were in his childhood house. His room was in the basement. I wrote down a couple of things about it but it was illegible so basically I couldn't really remember enough to write about it.

Meesha kitty was bored because of all the rain so she kept waking me up over & over which lead to chaining my dreams. About 6 or 7 but I wasn't writing them down because I was so exhausted & would just fall back to sleep.


I was being chased by some guy but I had this other guy with me. We were in this big white house & couldn't find a way out. So he started to create this roller coaster which went through & around the house. I watched it assembling itself in the air little by little, which was pretty amazing. It was a detailed process. We never got out. We just kept riding while he would try different ways to try & catch us. We just kept laughing at his attempts..... My mind amazes me sometimes! This was very visually appealing!

I've noticed that this big white house keeps appearing in my dreams.

Non-Lucid-Green
Side Notes-Purple

In the very beginning there was a lot of driving, and a lot of police chases. An adult friend was driving us in a steamwhistle vehicle and got in a chase with the cops. He escaped, and then we headed to the humber river for more driving. After that it was Greenwood graduation. My class was partying in this big open room with island stages down the middle. I went to the very end of the room to find the photographer. All my friends were there, Thomas, David, Seth, all the boys. We took our last photo, and then went to write something on the wall in yellow pastels or something like them. I was going to write something like "I can still feel these last four years like they are happening today." The problem was that I couldn't do english well, being a dream. Eventually I wrote something and then I went to shower. I realized that I was in the foyer of the bedroom of Christine and some new hot girls who must have joined in grade 12. They all came out and I was in my boxers, but sadly they all passed quite quickly. After that I left to find my friends, and met them at a pond. At this pond was a MAJOR dreamsign. Levitating fish, a whole school of them just levitating a foot over the water. The ultimate fish advantage was what I called it. There was a second species of even larger fish living under the water that would wait for them and then jump out with massive mouths and try to swallow them whole. After that I left to find my friends again, but this time I was Michael Scott. I was on the phone with my wife explaining how I had spent all our savings on a business venture I was removed from, and I said "I am not a salesman, I'm a sales manager." In the house I got to, which was a big octagonal wooden cottage, I found my friends in the basement waiting out the winter. They had all the food supplies out on the floor as the fridge was dead. I went and looked in the fridge at all the rotten food, and then I woke up.

Dreamsigns:
The Office
Floating/levitating
Greenwood graduation
Police Chases
Christine
Thomas Cole

4.29.16

Bed around 9 pm. Set my alarm at 4:30 for WBTB, recalled a dream, but didn't stay up.

DR 4:30am
We are looking out my mom's living room window into the yard. There is at least 50 puppies. We bring some of them up for a child.

Suddenly there is an invasion. Many people are in the house, not where we are upstairs, but they are downstairs. Somehow they grab my little brother and I decide to go get him. They will not recognize me in hat or work uniform.

DR 7:30am when I woke up
This was a very long dream. I'm walking, skating, driving through streets which I think is Chicago. (Watched a movie with B. Stiller how he was skateboarding on Island).

I have 2 backpacks that later turn into purses or something and the theme is that I always leave them behind unknowingly and when I get back, I am amazed that they are still there.

There is some disagreement between people of different nationalities.

Me, my mom and brother and some other people are at a house of a distant friend. My dad with some other man are deciding to kill us all. They are about to start, when I get behind my dad as he is sitting and stab him once. He dies. We are all very distraught.

After about an hour I tell my mom we need to call the police. After trying to find out the address of the house we are in on some junk mail, I call and go outside wait for them. A police SUV arrives and officers are heading towards me when my mom says goodby to me. But in the meantime my dad started to move and it looks like he was just playing games. So police is there but crime didnt happen and I'm confused.

>Dreamed I was watching a video of the band Midnight Oil allegedly playing "Generals Talk" at 4:55 in the video, similar to the "Oils on Water" concert in 1985 but the actual song playing was "King of the Mountain"

>Had instructions and a code "cookie" for a hidden elevator in a specific location off 70-something west in a city. Got in, used the code. Music at some point. Section of dream mystery. Next, used code again and went down under the surface of the planet and saw Mary Kate & Ashley as pre-ten year olds next to this gold orb which talked very wise deeply knowing things yet what did it speak to me again? One thing was "A few seconds is enough to kill 78,000 people", though I may have the number somewhat off it's still between 70,000 and 79,999.

Note: I went to Dreammoods.com and looked up "Orb". WHAT I FOUND THERE ACTUALLY CHECKS OUT AT LEAST SOMEWHAT!

"Orb
To see an orb in your dream symbolizes truth and a sudden understanding or realization. You have clarity on some nagging problem or issue. Alternatively, the orb refers to your subconscious. Something from your subconscious is trying to make its way to the surface. The color of the orb indicates whether the dream is positive or negative. If it is multi-color, then it is positive.
"