non-lucid

I seem to, ever so slowly be getting back on my game. My recall was sour last night, but in terms of lucidity, I was right on the money.

I started to become lucid when I looked at myself in the mirror. I seemed to have the saggy, wrinkled body of an old person. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I looked away and looked back. I looked mostly normal but had little star stickers all over my body.

I questioned if I might be dreaming and did a nose pinch RC. Yeah, I could breathe, but not very well. I decided to look around for other clues to the state of reality that I was in. I walked around the house, everything was normal, not a hair out of place. My mom was the only other one home, and she asked me if I had recently seen her car keys.

I was still tackling the puzzle of my reality. I went outside and saw a green 50's pickup truck and a very odd orange sports car in our drive. This didn't seem too weird or dreamlike. There weren't any huge planets or multiple suns, though leaves on the tree in the front yard should have been a dead giveaway. I repeated the nose pinch RC. Still confusing results. I thought that maybe I wasn't pinching hard enough. I pinched as tight as I could, and I could still breathe a little.

I made my way back inside, and looked down at myself. I was still shirtless and covered in star stickers. My mom was still looking around for her keys. There was a green truck in our drive. I finally came to and became lucid. I manifested a white tank and thought to remove all the stickers and started to head outside. My mom asked where I was going. I told her that I was dreaming, and that I had to go. She followed out the door and yelled to me that the last time that I said I was dreaming, I had left her alone. She said that she needed her car keys and a hair tie, and she seemed sort of irritated.

"Okay, Look! This is my dream. You don't seem to get that." I put my hand behind my back then held it out with a black hair tie in it. "Here's your hair tie." I put my hand behind my back and thought of car keys. I held out a key in my hand. "Here are your keys." I then put my hand behind my back a third time. "And here's a book, I heard it's a good long read that will keep you busy for awhile." I handed her a thick beige paperback novel with a blue rectangle on the cover. She seemed really happy to receive these items.

Yeesh. Dream characters can be so annoying.

I got down to business. I thought that I should perhaps find Manei and talk to her. I got some good lucidity going. Then I got the dream ending feeling. I knelt down in the grass and tried to hang on to the dream, but it didn't do me much good. I woke up.

The thing that I have come to notice more and more about my lucidity is that it is not particularly dependent on how many reality checks or mantras I've been doing lately. Heck, it doesn't even appear to be very dependent on things such as bedtime or the day's activities. (That's not to say that these things don't impact it.) This could explain why on nights that I charge in, Mantras-A-Blazin, I get nowhere. And on other nights where I don't even give a crap, I can wind up with a rather long and effective lucid.

Instead, it seems to rely to a degree on simply being in the correct mindset for lucid dreaming. I can't really put my finger on what it is, because I only have a rough idea what I am trying to explain. But I do know that it is something akin to mindfulness. In essence, I need to be mindful of my true reality, that I am laying in bed and that what is occurring is a product of thoughts.

I've also found out how goals can be a little finicky, especially when you're not working with perfect lucidity. I've got quite a list of goals, and I've been completing them all out of order. It's best to just pick one (or at the very most, two) goals to focus on per night. I've also found that visualizing completing the goal is rather pointless because it is guaranteed that they way you complete the goal in the dream is going to be vastly different from what you imagined.

The mental state that I am trying to achieve, in general can be a little bit tricky. Staying away from tv/movies/computer games seems to help with my mindfulness. Drawing or writing seems a good way to organize thoughts. Meditation seems a step in the right direction, but overdoing it can throw me off. Same goes for Mantras.

The hardest part about this is falling asleep. I can charge in hardcore and try mantra myself to sleep, but that seems fruitless. I can just throw in the towel and just allow myself to think about random stuff, and that's about as useful as it sounds. I guess I have to go back to my old tactic of the 'cut off' technique.

I am also experimenting with polished stones and crystals that have been sitting in my drawer for years. Some people might see that as a wonderful idea, and others may see it as quack new-age spirituality. I made a small crystal grid back before Christmas, and constructed it around the idea of lucid dreaming. I'd also like to try placing crystals under the pillow or bed-frame. The only way I can really know if this is crap or not is to try it out myself.

In other news, my friend S made me a new avatar picture. I will be using his. I like it.

Yesterday's dreams included using abandoned tunnels running beneath a lake as a hiding place to sleep in during the day. There's one place that leads to a glass dome where you can look up and see the lake above you.

Today's: I'm trying to prevent some disaster, and I'm running out of time. At the moment I'm standing on a rooftop, watching several people in a field far below us. Along with me there's two people, a woman who I think of as my partner - she's on the other side of the roof at the moment, busy with her own efforts - and then this man. He has the power to make anything he says come true, but for his own safety and everyone else's, I made him forget about this power. This is an emergency. I force him to remember, and then I have him use that power to say that there's an earthquake. We all hold onto the roof and watch a crack open up in the field where those people are. The ground's still shaking, the people are scattering, but I don't think this will be enough. We should just bury this place beneath the sea, that ought to do it.

The place is covered in white mist now, blocking out everything below the roof we're standing on, and it's quiet, no more sounds of people below us. I'm walking back toward my partner on the other side of the roof, and I believe submerging this place and all the people in it has managed to avert the disaster. But then this dark spire rises up out of the fog directly in front of me, and keeps rising up into the sky.

It's this huge, gothic tower, a single immense spire composed of smaller ones, spire upon spire upon spire, all jagged edges. I think of a cathedral, but there's no religious imagery, just a sense of awe and horror; I think of a clock tower, but there's no face. It keeps rising higher and higher, I can no longer see the top of it. Flooding this place was a wasted effort.

And as I hang onto the edge of the roof and watch the spire rise, I hear an old man's voice in my head. "Here to keep your ledge, little boy, who once rared-"

He's My Husband.

Dream:
I was in a beauty pageant and police officers were the judges. The judges were doing the contestants interview sessions and while he was interviewing me he was eating dinner. He offered me dinner and I thought that if I did not take his offer, he would disqualify me. So I ate dinner with him while trying to answer his interview questions. When he finished eating I made sure to finish eating everything on my plate also (btw, we were eating cheeseburgers...which I have not had a cheeseburger in years...one of many missed dream signs). When the interview was over he was getting ready to leave and another contestant came in dressed in a bikini and gave the officer a long wet kissed and looked directly at me. I said, "What the hell?!" and she said, "It's ok, he's my husband." Then I woke up.

I had several dreams last night . . .

*Important Background Information*

I've been reading book 1 in a series called Ninja Meerkats to my seven-year-old brother. In it there are four meerkat main characters: Jet, Donnie, Chuck and Bruce. Their enemies are two men who tried to take over the world and failed because of the meerkats. Don't ask why this is important in my dream. Just read the dream and you'll see.

*Actual Dream*

I was in a public restroom, and I was, surprise surprise, a meerkat! I was at the sinks with my fellow meerkats. In this dream I have a feeling I was Jet, a super fast and impatient meerkat in the book. There were also two enemies there with us at the public restroom sinks. I don't know what they were, but I'm guessing men with armor on. Except it didn't look like armor. It was metal but they looked like they were dressed like ninjas. In the dream the meerkats' goal was to steal a pearl from the men. It had significant importance for them taking over the world I guess. Chuck is the leader meerkat in the book, and he was in the dream too. I don't know what our plan was but I know Chuck had it planned out. The pearl was in a soap dish and looked a lot like soap, but we knew it wasn't. While Chuck was talking to the men, I (Jet) leaped onto the counter and grabbed the pearl. We left the public restroom and Bruce and Donnie were mad at me; that was against the orders. Chuck, however, just said "It's okay. I felt the same way, like I could just leap up there and grab it."

Suddenly I wasn't a meerkat anymore, except it wasn't really sudden because it was just a different dream. Or maybe it wasn't; I don't know. But anyway, I was myself again, at home. My dad said we could either play games or do schoolwork. I meekly said I guess I should do schoolwork (even though I wasn't Jet anymore I'd still done something wrong I guess.) My dad said, "No, it's okay. You can play games."

And then, again it wasn't the same setting. I was in my room with my grandma, and my room was really messy (it isn't in real life because I recently cleaned it.) She told me the social workers were coming again (don't ask, it's complicated, but they did come a couple weeks ago.) and I had to clean my room again but I shouldn't make it spotless because we don't want it to look like we just cleaned. Also, around the same time I think my grandma was looking through old videos of my brothers and I when we were little.

That's just about the end of the dreams, but whew! That was one crazy night.

Magical beings of varying forms have emerged. All of the forms are either flora or fauna, and the beings have spread about the globe and camouflaged into their natural environment. For example, the oak tree has found a place by itself on a sunny plain of grass. However, it has frozen itself to avoid being gnawed on by the wolves.



Someone hid something from one of the beings - something of great importance. Now 'Bob' feels like he has been given the short straw, and is coming to exact some sort of revenge. I find myself in a gorge with many large pools of water. A feminine presence is explaining to me that tomorrow I must wait for Bob in the shallow section of water. I envision myself waiting there with a huge snake wrapped around me. I ask if the snake is real: the woman explains "it isn't, but it represents your longing for the snake.'
Now, rather than envisioning the scene, I am in it. I am a female, and I can feel the powerful snake wrapped around me. I holds me up in the water and it presses and slides between my thighs, which arouses me and feels really good.

[I awaken, and try to stay still and initiate a dream re-entry. I feel extreme body vibrations but find I cannot reenter, probably because I woke up just at the time my alarm normally goes off.]

School

I recall being in school, sitting near a tabl.

Ghost rider

It started as an isometric rpg game. I was working in a shop. I was its owner, and then, I changed into ghost rider, pursuing criminals. It all was looking as 8-bit game.

Argue

I was arguing with my family, about date of buying a machine. We then drove to city, to buy some fast food.

Morning of December 26, 2014. Friday.





This dream was somewhat typical (at first) of the type where there is an ambiguous presence of an unknown character somewhere in the house and who is often primarily ghost-like. Such dreams have occurred over a lifetime. Sometimes the presence turns out to be “real”, sometimes imagination or a reflection of some kind.

My family and I are living in an intercontinental composite that is most like the house on Stadcor Street but is displaced in Cubitis, yet rotated and with the entrance seemingly facing north rather than towards the highway.

Over time, I find interest in the discovery of a previously unknown area between the kitchen wall and back porch where I remove boards and focus on the possibility of discovery. The area within is big enough for about two people to fit. Although not nightmarish, I see someone for a short time, possibly a ghostly presence. It is a younger dark-haired female, but not that clear of an image. I do not know her intent and inform my wife that someone is in the house (without directly mentioning any ghostlike attributes). My wife, however, is preoccupied with a large insect that had gotten into the house from the other side. Oddly, her concern about the presence of an insect having more significance than a home intruder does not trigger any level of lucidity.

Later, I look out to the south area of the side yard. I notice a large, round, solid and rock-like surface that reminds me vaguely of a clock (or perhaps a buried sundial), as it has some sort of symbol set going around the circumference or perhaps English letters. It seems very old and seems to be an important discovery. Previously, there had supposedly only been a thinner layer of grass and dirt hiding it. Although I do not fully dwell on the idea, it is possibly some sort of very large manhole cover at first - though that idea is replaced by the context of it being part of an ancient structure.

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After I focus on it for a short time, it begins to rise up (revealing the rest of its structure previously below the ground) while rotating at the same time until it appears to be a small building (or a model of one) big enough for perhaps six people to stand comfortably inside. It reminds me a little of Apollo’s Oracle at Delphi though it has the roof and a few columns going around to support the roof. It also reminds me very slightly of an older-style saltwater fishing reel on its side (though that is only related to its overall form). Its elevator-like event does not seem related to its actual function in any way but more as a result of my (seemingly absentmindedly) “summoning” it from the ground.

After a short time, I notice several people walking around, approaching from the south; mostly males in the clothing of ancient Greece. Some of them seem alive and some seem like ghosts due to the fact that they sometimes walk through each other (without the one they are walking through noticing at all), or perhaps they are all ghosts at different levels of phasing. None of them go directly near or into the small building. They do not seem to have a purposeful destination as, although they are mostly walking towards my house, they walk in a somewhat meandering manner. I do not know their intent but I do not feel threatened; just slightly curious. However, the dream soon loses cohesion after this.

This is my fourth night of remembering dreams in a row! hip hip hooray
-I wrote in my daily Waking Journal last night. I don't know if that's what's helping me or if I'm just naturally getting better at recalling dreams.

I was in a gay relationship with an old friend, S. We only went out once and I don't think we ever kissed or anything. Before that, I told AP I was gay and she was very accepting. But I wasn't actually gay, I was just pretending to be in a relationship with this girl because I couldn't find the right guy. S was actually really nice and I think she really liked me.

It had been quite awhile since we first went out and I hadn't really talked to her since. I felt kind of bad about that. We both had these mini journals that we would write in. I found a pencil in my closet that looked like it was from kindergarten. But then I looked at the date and it said 1998 and I thought no, I was older than that back then(but now that I think about it, I was actually 6 years old back then, kindergarten age). Anyways, I sneaked a peek at S;s journal and it mentioned how she was feeling lonely, probably because I wasn't talking to her. So I took the pencil and wrote something in my journal, like that I did care about her, and drew flowers by it.

Sometime in between this dream, I was with my sister and it was Christmas Day(it IS Christmas Day!) in the morning. The parents had gone for a bike ride and we were waiting to open presents so we went to Starbucks. It was an outdoor Starbucks and it was very crowded. While waiting in line, Steph said she was going to get a chocolate frapp with double chocolate syrup and whip cream(or something like that). She told me that she ordered a book on ebay with all the secret Starbucks recipes you could order.

Then it went back to the S dream. I was meeting S for a date and I have my drink in hand, which was some kind of frapp. We were walking towards each other on each side of these benches that had overgrown grass and flowers by them. It was kind of a pretty scene. I woke up before I could sit down.

I woke up with the song "Holland Road" by Mumford and Sons playing in my head. The "ahh ahh ah ahhh... if you believe in me I'll still believe" part was playing.

Merry Christmas!

I had a very odd dream about Marcus, a persistent DC who I haven't seen in awhile. He told me that he had been practicing martial arts and wanted to spar with me to test his ability.

We were fighting in what felt like a mix between a school and an office building. And we were on a very high floor as well. I don't recall the setting all that well, but I do recall seeing Marcus very clearly. His head looked a little too big for his body though. He was fighting pretty well, but he was doing so in business attire, and that was a little weird. The whole thing was pretty weird now that I think about it, a 50-something man who had shown no athletic ability prior to now was demonstrating proficiency in martial arts.

I can recall he threw a lot of kicks, and I was having a hard time keeping up with him and blocking/dodging all of his attacks. He kept asking me if he was fighting correctly. I told him that it was taking all of my concentration to keep up with him.

The scene shifted to my taekwondo studio at one point or another.

I found myself place in the garage with the lights off, trying to get the music on there to work properly. However it wouldn't work. then out of no where the lights turn on by themselves and I began to get this strange feeling like I was not the only one in the garage. Then the chair started flashing frequently, while I began to feel weightless. The sensation got stronger till I was beginning to float up from the ground and felt as if there was some force. That's when I became lucid due to the circumstances and realize I was floating.

I had some degree of control over it now and made myself stay in mid air. I then roared similar to dragon ball z to see the extent of how much control I had over it. I could hear my screaming echo from the house in till I lost the force that was holding me up and quickly drop to the floor. Hitting my head first knock the poor amount of lucidity I had. I then got up and tried to make the music come on again, to where it finally work. Not long after that I have an FA. Lucidity Time: 6 seconds.

Wrong Guide

I was with my nephew and another small child in my room. They were a lot smaller in the dream though. As I was trying to get the video game started I looked back at the kids and saw the other kid was on top of my nephew. I told him he was squishing my nephew and moved him. My nephew was trying to breathe when suddenly my nephews head fell off.

I knew that this couldn't really be happening after that happened. There wasn't even blood. It just looked like a dolls head rolling off it's body. It than reappeared in my room that was now very small. My dad was nearby talking to someone and just for fun I told him that we were in a dream. He was like "Oh, than that would mean were sharing a dream. That's nice." I went to sit on my bed when suddenly I was flipped over and couldn't move on my bed. All I saw was the ceiling.

I heard a deep voice near me of a guy asking "do you remember who I'am? Do you recognize my voice?" I told him it sounded familiar but I can't remember who he was. I tried so hard to look and saw a tall girl and a tall guy.I didn't know what they wanted but I broke loose and ran out the room. I appeared to be in another house now and there was a small child who was drawing.I don't remember if I drew with him/her but I left the room afterwards.

I felt like my goal was to look for Dawn so i was going to look for him. When I ran and jumped on the window sill a little boy came out of a room behind me and held out a coloring pencil and papers with writing on them.I took it than started calling for Dawn. But I lost my voice after trying to call him too loudly. I waited than ask a girl that came in if she could call for Dawn for me. She didn't seem interested so I ran and jumped through the window. I was now in a suburban type of area that was different from where I live.

I ran to look for Dawn but I flew to the top of apart of the building and got stuck to it. I wasn't going to give up so I broke free and started looking around outside a huge grey church building. I saw lots of guys in suits around but no Dawn. I was dissapointed at my searching skills.The dream scene changed after that and I was now in a table with my family. I was eating soup with them when I noticed something black coming out of the soup." Dad...What's this black thing in my soup?" I asked him." Oh, I must have let my watch slip in there." I kept eating the soup until I found another watch but silver and smaller in the soup.

"Dad!How do you drop in two of your watches in my soup by mistake!?"I asked him. 'Wait...What's this?" I said pointing to something in the soup. ' Looks like some of my hair got in the soup" my dad said to me. I was ready to throw up. The scene changed again and I was now eating at a different table. I felt like Dawn was near me but he wasn't paying attention to me. On my plate was raw meat and white flower. I was eating it but in a disgusted way. I had a feeling that I wanted to run away from this place. Than I woke up.
My original goal was to find Kiro. But I forgot. Maybe the guy with the deep voice was kiro. : P

The Huge Pool

I was inside my house and my dad asked me if I wanted to go to family dollar with him. I said yeah and soon we walked into a store. I was looking at chocolate cookies that looked like bears. I wanted to eat them so badly. But I decided to go look for my dad instead of getting the cookies. As I was walking a lady with a cart almost bumped into me. Stuff fell down from its place but I didn't feel like picking it up.

My dad eventually found me and told me to wait for him at the door spot. As I waited I saw a lady opening a door for a girl in a wheel chair. When the door was opened I could see a huge pool and a huge,wide slide where water came down and people could slide from it into the pool. My cousin was swimming in it and I asked her how she could swim in a pool during winter. She said that the water was warm enough to be in it.

I felt a cool breeze pass by, than put my hand in the water. It felt like underneath there was a heating system that kept the water hot/warm. I layed down in the water and started to relax. I noticed I was wearing a swimsuit now but my top part was off. I was confused at when this happened but just lay in the water slowly falling asleep.

After relaxing a bit I walked away, with different clothes on, and saw a boy jump from a high place. He landed flat on his face. I thought about how stupid it was that the boy did that and told him he shouldn't be doing that. But he ignored me than ran away. I kept walking and stopped in front of two shirtless guys sitting down and asked them what they thought about kids jumping from high places. I don't think they cared about it though.

I asked how old they were and one of them said 15. I stared at them and noticed that they looked like real people with anime kind of stuff and hair. Than all of a sudden the lights went off and all i saw glowing was the guys face staring at me.Than i felt someone jump on my back and start writing on the back of my neck. The guy got away from me but i chased him around the corner and grabbed the guy. Behind me there was another guy who appeared to be a teacher. He was being jumped by a couple of guys and told them he didn't know for sure if there was a secret hidden within one of the math problems on the test.

House Invasion

I was in my house waiting for my sister to come inside the house. She came in and told me to babysit my nephew since she had to go somewhere. I said okay and was watching my nephew play and run around the house. But as i was following my nephew I noticed the house was slowly becoming different.

I didn't want to stay in the house anymore. I felt like someone or something scary would pop up. When i was walking around I saw a girl near a sink and thought she looked a bit creepy.I don't remember how but at some point I ended up inside a park with my nephew. We were walking around the place and I stumbled upon the actor Jaleel White. Except he was holding a cane for some reason and looked older.

He followed my nephew and I in the park as we walked. While we walked i started singing a song from tarzan called "you'll be in my heart" than asked him if he knew it. He said yeah and someone in the background started to sing too. After that Jaleel started talking about how he did something terrible. He said that he raped a girl once and felt terrible for what he did. There was a screen around of a anime girl running away from him too. I thought this was weird and didn't comment about it.

I decided to walk back and found packs of gums on the ground of different flavors. I stuffed the strawberry and melon flavors into my mouth and chewed it happily. Than I followed my nephew who was still around back into my house. In the house everything seemed normal until the house started changing like it was a transforming house. Lots of dream characters burst through the door saying it was their territory now.

I grabbed my nephew and ran downstairs with him. When we were walking past the bathroom someone called to me. I walked up to the invisible person and I think we followed him.The house was still changing and according to a dream character that walked up to me whoever got to the last top floor of the house that was now somewhat a apartment building would win the place back.The dream character gave me a pencil and piece of paper and told me to write the secret word that would get me to the top.(Forgot the word)

I tried writing it but the letters seemed to change form. After struggling I managed to write it but nothing much happened. The house only changed a little bit and didn't take me to the very top.So I gave up, flew on a small platform and tried doing a hand stand on it. But than I got bored and jumped off it. Under me I could see Japanese emoticons on a screen. On the wall behind me was a HD T.V showing a little girl's toy commercial about glittery clay dolls that could move. It seemed stupid to me. Woke up after that.

Harry Potter dream. I am in some sort of dining hall with friends. All of a sudden, Death Eaters appear at the dinner. A black pair of tennis shoes, somehow symbolic, appear first, and then Death Eaters begin showing up. A lot of negotiations are going on. I finally decide that there has been enough talk. I signal to one of our guys to attack.

He releases a spell and zaps a Death Eater's toe. Someone else zaps back, and slowly the entire dining hall descends into chaos. I cast a protective spell on myself and hunker down to hide. One of my friends in the dream (don't know her in WL) is distraught, and says that now she will have to find another job. I tell her that the Death Eaters would have just turned on us anyway.

Afterwards, my friend is trying to gather components for a spell, but needs to call someone to get a special ingredient. I spend the rest of the dream trying to figure out how to make a collect call in my state. I finally wake up.

Morning of December 25, 2014. Thursday.



This was a typical “one animal becomes another” dream (which is possibly one of the oldest dream types in my memory - going back to my toddler years) and it was fairly short and uneventful. However, there were other sections which were not very clear or well-rendered.

In the first part of my dream, it is established that we are “still” living on Duffy Street. I am only vaguely aware of the holiday season. I believe we seem to have some sort of business of selling or giving away pets.

I go into an area of the kitchen where there is some sort of wooden platform with several small trap doors and which is built into the larger kitchen counter and part of the stove top. Over time, I notice that we have a large collection of Mottled Houdans, a type of exotic chicken (supposedly a French breed, but looking quite similar to certain Polish breeds). There are at least twenty of them if not more. They are probably about three-fourths their final adult size.

After a time, I realize that we actually have black and white cats, not Mottled Houdans (this may be based on absentminded in-dream questioning of why there would be chickens inside the apartment). I am not that coherent at any point. I think we are going to try to sell some. At any rate, I am aware that both cats and chickens “roost” in higher locations, just sort of standing there. We have more (younger) animals in another room in cardboard boxes under the bed, but I am not fully clear on anything or whether they are cats, chickens, or something else (such as Guinea pigs).

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Morning of December 25, 2014. Thursday.



I “wake” within my dream (while still in bed) and the television is on. I am only vaguely aware that it is Christmas morning.

I am not that annoyed by the television being on (at least at first), but I do not think anyone is watching it. After a time, I see it is some sort of “important” news report or bulletin. It turns out to be my mother-in-law and her youngest daughter. They are showing their Christmas gifts on live television for some reason and are standing in a public area outside somewhere (not sure of location). During the broadcast, though, one of their Christmas gifts, a parrot, dies as the daughter is speaking and holding it. She becomes only slightly upset, and the broadcast keeps going on about them and their experiences. I get the impression that the other parrot will also die on live television. In fact, it “feels” as if the parrots have met their fate simply by being given to these people though possibly it is also relative to the special news bulletin itself.

I am not all that surprised as they continue to talk and lie about their experiences and how the news broadcasts it…and to continue to relate false information about other people in the region.

This is based on reality. There have been several known occasions where entirely false stories and details were published in the mainstream news relative to these people, which is why I have a tendency to believe little of what is reported in the media. The parrot symbolism on one level, may be related to mainstream news itself and the fact that they will quote and print anything these days whether or not it has any connection to real events. For example, there was a news story about a man whose daughter was killed locally and my mother-in-law (and her youngest daughter) met him at the airport; the newspaper printing her false statement that she had lost a daughter in the same way (as she was there to meet him and give him flowers and pretended to understand his situation). Another news story was completely false and related to an adult daughter (Judy) “running away from home”, when in fact it was attempted escape from her abuse.

Still, the native meaning of this dream relates to the waking transition as most final dream segments do. A dying parrot certainly qualifies as a “failed flight” waking transition. Television is the “downsizing” of the dream state (and the “distancing” of the dream self from the energies of the dream state). A parrot represents a form of the dreamer, on more than one level. It flies (dreaming is “flying”). It also mimics speech as analogous to the dream self not being as skilled in communication as the whole conscious self.

Thursday 12.25.14

DR from Wednesday

Woke up to a random skype boop at 3:30am and remembered these dreams:

1.
We are skyping with Ophelia. Then I'm at her place. Her son is at the front door waiting to be let in. Bf is walking towards the bedroom to take a nap. Ophelia is in the kitchen getting ready to go shopping.

2.
I'm standing on some kind of a long berm. On the left side there are some single story, village type houses. Instead of the yard, they are surrounded by clear water lakes or lagoons. I can clearly see to the bottom, where there is a lots of fallen leaves, tree roots and such. I want to swim in that so bad.

There is a large trash container on the berm. It's one of those they give to apartment buildings. Big metal thing. It starts to roll. It's heading to the end of the berm, which ends in a clif over seaside resort's beach and people on it.

A truck catches up with the trashcontainer and nudges it to the left. Container rolls down the berm into that clear water.

3.
I'm screaming my head off calling my dad. Same as I used to when I woke up from a nightmare as a child. I'm screaming, but quietly.