non-lucid

Sole fish

Dream Snippet. Caught bus sat on single swival seat near back of bus at left-hand side window. Folks gasped in (almost) protest and the guy in the seat in front said a low "aww" as if I shouldn't take that seat. But I was'nt and didn't feel rejected.

Also my seat was a single where-as the others were in normal double bus seats. No one could sit next to me.

Next Dream snippet I was in small food court with people from bus. One food stall had strange chocolates but the chocolate stall man also sold grilled fish at the the right-side end of his stall. He was interested in me buying from him. He looked a bit like a pencil sketch.

I went to a table with a couple of people from the buss. I told them about the nice (cold) grilled sole and that I will have that. (end of dream).

I read you post at about 1am (my time) where you said:

Originally Posted by Windhover@

Welcome DebraJane! Thank you for participating

I think you should be in New Zealand group because you're in GMT -9:30? Correct me if I'm wrong, I'm not good at calculating stuff lol

I was already in bed thinking of hooking-up with you guys (Windhover, Atras, Juroara, The danknight, thebeastofold, Lmrhone and Abra. Oh, and Sydney) so after I put the phone down I thought "relax and stop incubating, Any Dream Will Do".

But it looks like I hopped on your dream buss and as I sat down you guys knew I'd caught the wrong bus. But I rode along with you any way cos my intention (incubation) was set and I was too sleepy to stop it. (hehehe)

Later today I will try and find the New Zealand group. Bye-bye.

Ok, woke from dream but soon realised that dream was pointing to a dream syncronicity target.

So, I will record dream on my flicker account when I take target photo (1)

Then when the games begin in the spring I'll have the first target (...)

See post 44 on WakingNomad's thread called "I see a bunch of BS"

The dream briefly:

I get off bus in a suburb. I strain my eyes a bit to see further than the (visual) horizon. As I try to see further than I naturally can, I see the sea beyond the town.

Once I get a focus on the sea it comes closer or I get physically to the sea.

Now I walking on low sand dunes looking at a deep blue ocean. It's short waves are quite rough and choppy but there is no white.

Then I notice people in there. And some are coming out and some are going in so it aint rough at all. Looks can be decieving.

I pass SOMETHING (hahaha) the target.

The the darkblue, blue water surgess forward. Then a surges forward again. No one is afraid. I sit. It surgess again and I say to the swimers "the surging tide will stop there".

We all know it will stop at the target so there is no fear.

Then the dream changed and I felt sexy. (EoD).

Steps in the garden
Chess in the garden
By lobsang rampa

Woke at 6am from dream where I was in a reading room. I tilted my head to read the jacket of a hard back copy of a book some one was reading. It was titled " walk in the garden" by Lobsang.

But as I woke the dream faded so fast that I wasn't sure I got it right. As I was wondering if I had got the title right I got a hipnapop of a small dark gray-green plasic figurine of a big square-chested robot warrior with a human face and the thought "chess-piece.

So, maybe the book I was straining to see the title of was:

Chess in the garden.

This is my first dream for my experiment of dreaming of future news.

Dreamed 1st/2nd of July (now) for 1st/2nd of January 2013.

In dreamed I was with old friends walking through the old familia dream mansion in the the familia dream property and favorite (dream), geograohical location. I was me (52 year old woman) but (in dream) I imagined a little boy of 6ish, spontainiously, bust-out of my old body, run down to the beatiful blue-grean swimming pool and jump in.

Seconds later when I got to where the pool was, the pool was gone. There was a new bitumin road with just a fresh white outline where the pool once was.

Then I noticed the familia hill in front of me was changed. My memory remembers a a brightly lit rocky grey hill with a great view of a town below (on other side). Now the hill is lovely and emerald grean with lush grass and the view on the otherside is rural.

I wake disappionted and sad.

What happened to the way it was?

Later I realized it was now (here in Adelaide) Sat the last day of June. TONIGHT I start dreaming of 1213.

Wow! I might have missed that.

Tonight I incubate as I drop-off the sleep:

"Now (tonight) I dream about the 1st day of 2013."

Woke out of dream of reading deep-warm posts on a site with distictive background. As I rose to full waking I was looking forward to linking this wonderful thread and sharing it with my friends. But once awake I realised that it was only a dream.

Felt a bit dissapointed cos even the wonderful stuff I had read faded from waking memory.

Then I thought, "Maybe it was Planar Portals". That site has been as quiet as a grave for a couple of years. I hit my bookmark every week or so but nothing is posted. Maybe it will be popular again 365 days from now.

Then I thought, "mmmm, maybe Plane Walkers astral is subconsciously inviting me to open a thread there and keep a record of my dream experiment at his site."

So I will.

Work boss throughs pay checks on our work-cafeterior tables. Mine was $15 with carbon paper and tax stamps included, (stapled together).

Earlier I was studying the catolog of what the company sold and looking at the flash cards with several different, (short) spiels.

An office woman was on the phone and the caller was asking about the products. I passed her the flash cards but she said that she prefers to talk with out memorising a spiel.

As I looked at my first commission check of $15 I was suprised and happy. I couldn't quite remember what products I sold. I only remember reading about the products and how to sell them, and talking to a middle aged man.

The middle age working-class man was saying how he was going to catch a bus to the series of "Man" Streets. The consecutive, parrellel, residential streets (full of working families) that all started, (or finished) with the prefix, (or sufix) word "man". I thought I would find a similar easy layout of residential streets and go door-to-door as well. Next our boss was tossing our first pay checks on our tables.

This was a hobby-job for me because I already had 2 or three other comfortabe scources of income.

I fell asleep saying:

Dear Future-Me

Give me a dream, make it happy, uplifting and wow! Make it about something wonderful happening three-sixty-five days from now.

Sleep 2:45 AM. Wake 10 AM. (Monday 16-April-12)

Last night in a dream a thing popped up underneath the skin in my left arm between my elbow and shoulder, around the the middle of my arm, facing me.

The thing was a thin rod.

First I wondered if it was a blunt and very thick steel needle. But I looked away for a bit to tell someone about it and when I looked back it had, (painlesly) brocken through the skin and it was a thin brocken bone. I SUCKED on it trying to heal it and make it go away.

In another dream, (last night) I was with mum.

She had healthy, shiny, pageboy but wavy hair. She looked like she looked when she was alive and about 40. She was happy and healthy. We got on a bus.

I wanted to buy 5 gifts for five friends. Mum was one of those 5 friends. She seemed to have a bit of a cold so I asked,

"Mum, can I shout you a flu shot as a gift?".

She gave it some thought and said in a little voice,

"No, but I like Lemsip, Lemsip."

I thought mum might be scared of needles and that's why she didn't want a gift of a flu shot. Lemsip is a pleasant cold and flu powder you put into hot water and sip.

I woke at 9am this morning (New Moon) Saturday 21-April-2012.

Wow it would be mums 77th birthday today. Mum died aged 45.

I hardly ever remember dreams about mum these days. She looked like mum and she looked beautiful and healthy even though she had a bit of a cold.

Oh, just remembered a bit more of dream.

When mum, sitting to my left, on the bus, by the wimdow, (I was in the isle seat of the local bus) said she didn't want a flu shot as a gift but wanted Lemsip, I extended my left arm toward mum and pointed to where I got my last flu shot.

I had a long sleeve over my arm and as I poked where I had my last flu shot it was a bit sore, like I had just had it. Even in the dream I found that interesting because I knew I had the shot a couple of months ago.

I am recording this dream because last night I got an 'inkling' to do my specail dream incubation chant to find out what good thing will happen one year from to day.

Then I realized it was one week since I did it. Then I wondered if I should do this once a week.

Here is the chant I did as I fell asleep:

Future Debra
Give me a dream

Make it
Happy, Uplifting, and WOW!

Make it about
something
happening

Three-Sixty-Six
Days from NOW.

Woke 10:45AM (Good Friday here): dream starts off here at boardinghouse. This place quiet. Up ally shop sells books that guest (younger version of lee with braided hair wrapped around head) buys and reads. Also l gaze longingly at unusual ricebubble cakes in this lone shop up alley.

Familiar little woman owns a chinatown bazzar comes to my room here at boardinghouse. She shows us a red or blue lightweight scooter she just bought. It cost 250,000 but she got it for a bargin of 100,000. We only knew her as our kind landlady we never dreamed she was so wealthy.

The blue schooter was very lightweight and had very small wheels especially the front wheel.

Woke and kept eyes closed. Something about lady. I know her in waking life. Stayed relaxed with eyes closed hoping to find where, in the real world, do I know this woman from. Found myself walking everywhere in my awake imagination trying to remember where i knew her. I knew that I knew here well in waking life. Walked into many shops looking for her, in this strange waking imagination, (daydream). Kept thinking she might be the real life landlady of where I live but couldnt get myself to remember who my landlady was.

Then I remembered.

The voice and petite little figure.

Maybe I should not identify her because the dream indicates that she will still be her very friendly self but become wealthy by 365 days from now.

Oh, but she wasnt my lovely landlady though.

Future Debra
Give me a dream
Make it happy
Uplifting and Wow

Make the dream
Of something
Happening
Three-six-five
Days from Now.

Bed 1 AM

Hipnagogic image: NONE
Dream: NONE
Hipnapopic image: NONE
Song: I DONT BELIEVE IN IF ANYMORE, (Roger Whittaker)

Wake: 4:23 AM going to toilet noticed in my mind the song, No, I dont believe in IF any more. IF is for children, building daydreams.

Came back to room and typed this. Going back to sleep after posting this.

Future Debbie
Give me a dream
That's happy, uplifting and Wow.

Make it about
News happening
365 days from now

Bed at 1 AM.

Hipnagogic image: Blue, many petaled flower, (lotus with petals curved-up) top left in dark.

Then I grabbed phone to Google images of blue lotus flower. Spent an hour and at 2 AM went back to sleep.

Dream: woke at 7:57 AM out of a song that told step by step how to do some thing spiritual but as I woke the dream faded leaving no trace of song or the spiritual practice that the song explained.

Hipapopic image: none

Hipnagogic image:, a small and slight-built, grey horse, close and docile and a black pony with fluffy winter coat there briefly too.

Dream. I'm typing a lot.

Hipnapopic image: a string of green beads in a loop, in-doors, dark backgroud and off to my left.

Woke and walked half hour reslept at 5:15 am Wed 4-4-2012.

Reapeated silently before sleep last night:

Dear future me, please share a dream, of good news, that will happen, one year from today. dated 365 days from today.

1st Dream after setting intent. I sit in a windowless one room house. I like it. I get up to go outside. This one room little building is at the end of a paved path in the woods.

It is a friendly garden that I have fashioned into a natural woodland.

I turn again to my little one room building. I push the door open. I can see half the room and there is a 7 on the innerwall to my left.

Curious, I step into my room.

Behind the door is the other half of the little room and on that wall is a small number, (a digit) 2.

I wake.

It is now 11:01 am and I've been up a couple of hours.

You see, I set the intent to dream next Saturday's lotto draw 3193 and that was my only remembered dream. Last night I counted to 45 slowely Three times while watching and feeling the body go to sleep.

After a couple of hours thinking about the dream I think it was asking me to consider all fortyfive numbers as being made up of two halves of a whole. As in, say, the number one is not, (1) but, (0-1).

When the door is open only one side of the room is visible and the other half is not visible because it is behind the back of the door.

The number 72 is too big so I think the dream just used it as an example to get me to begin seeing all 45 numbers in two parts. One part visible on the left hand wall as I open the door and the other part as I step into the room and look at the right-hand wall behind the back of the door.

28th attempt Chicken Itza , DebraJane, Refugee.

Just woke it is 6:51 am.

I was in a refugee camp and trucks were going passed to close to the tiny tent I was sleeping in,

I kept pocking my head out.

Finally, i pocked my head out and my sleeping tent was loaded on a long trailer, low to the grownd, being pulled by a big lorry.

Then my lorry took the high road while the war lorries peeled off and went down an off ramp to another highway.

I was ok with that and pulled my head back in to my sleeping tent and went back to sleep.

This may have been a recurring dream last night because woke three times it it was foremost in my memory.

The pealing off (just now) reminded me of a Youtube i watched before sleeping (about midnight). I will post this.and the Youtube on my “sync thread“ when i get to Netzone Internet Cafe later to day.

Insideout emailled me about being my dream partner at Chicken Itza.

The email below dropped into my phone while I was sleeping at 1:18 am

After I read it i dropped off to sleep.

I saw a drawing of a man on finger tips with elbows bent. He was down on the grownd. He had shoes on and was ballancing on the toe of his shoes with his head turned to his right.

I was looking at him as he was down on the grownd on toe-tips and finger-tips with head turned to his right, looking in my direction but studying a horrizontal crack, (maybe in a wall). Studying a “space between“.

That was the visual.

His right leg was slightly up, and out, knee bent.

It then seemed to me that he had found a crack, (a space-between) low-down on a wall and was down on the grownd investigating it.

The this morning as I think about it, the way his right foot was positioned, maybe he was preparing to come through the crack, (the space between).

Slept, woke.

Woke to the image of a drawing of a hand with all four fingers touching the thumb. Fingers and thumb pionting up.

When i do it my hand is too short and chubby. The hand in the dream was longer, slender and artistic.

I will post this to my dream views dream journal, (minus reference to you) because it is a Chicken Itza shared dreamjng night.

9 am Saturday 3/ Sept/11 here in Adelaide, South Australia, now

No, i will post as is because I never mentioned your name.

8:04am woke

little girl abducted. And there was a little pink blood on the nursery wall. Parents and me feel sad, sad, sad. I didn't like that dream.

Next dream started off nice but I was feeling bad, bad, bad by the end of that one too. Whyyyy?

I got long raiils to push several people in wheelchairs. One man in wheelchair but didn't do that cos it seemed not practice.

Then man was in old coles in-store shopping trolly. Trolly then collapes and was empty. Man was in a heap and in pain on ground some distance away.

Later I was in trouble. I wanted to say sorry to man who fell through my shopping trolly. I asked room Cleaner, I asked " do you know what room he is in? "Yes" will you tell me? "No".

Later I was folding cloths, A kind woman warned me I won't be able to get another job in the this industry. And I will be sued.

I went to my boss to apologize, boss had a blind eye. Then I asked if I could apologize to the disabled man that dropped out of the trolly I was pushing and he snapped at me " No!"

Dreams, both of them left me feeling bad.

Just now I remembered an incident when I was about ... ummm ... less than 9.

A mother or someone had to go to the loo and I.said that would look after her little toddler in a push chair. She didn't want to leave so young a child in her charge but she needed to go to the loo.

The woman instructed me that if the infant wakes you can let her out off the push chair but don't put her on top of the top of the sun cover, no matter how much she asks.

The little girl did wake up and get out of the push chair.

Then she kept pointing to the sun hood. So l talked with her and understood that she wanted to sit on the sunhood.

Finally I put her on the sun hood but she wobbled and fell off into the ground.

She cried a bit and I put her back in the push chair.

When mum cane back I never told her.

When ever I think of this, which is almost never, I wonder if the fall led to brain damage.

I think the two dreams make me feel so bad cos they brought up that bad, long forgotten memory.