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    1. Launching of a Man, Accompanied by Voracious Copulation

      by , 05-09-2018 at 04:50 AM
      There was an event to take place in a huge event center, which appeared to me as a sort of pleasant hybrid of a baseball and football stadium. This event was to be the launching of a man from a cannon into a great trampoline, which subsequently would result in him flying off into oblivion (This is what we as spectators were to expect, anyway). I, simply just another innocent bystander among many, viewed this event from behind large glass windows. It was like we were in a private box, but it was on the same level as the ground level of the stadium.

      I stood there among what i suppose were executives, people in charge of the event. I was accompanied by a couple attractive girls, blondes, who bore a resemblance to several girls from two of my IRL college courses. We were all excitedly awaiting the launch...

      After the launch occurred, the old man bounced off the trampoline in a rather anticlimactic manner. He only managed to gain a few feet, and we all had expected him to fly much further than this. I felt disappointment, and a kind of sick recognition of an unfulfilled general aura.

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      Then, much to my disturbance, the girls beside me went out onto the field and started fucking some of the executives who had been viewing the launch. It was a ludicrous and raucous display, and it gave me a sinking feeling. Afterwards, the girls came back inside; one of them was apologizing to me it seemed, and attempting to console me, though i did not outwardly express my disgust at the disturbing display. She was kind, though, and it was almost as if her consolation negated her previous sexual misconduct. We walked together, and i somehow gained a solace about the situation.

      There was much more to this dream, but this is what i remember.
    2. That look of eyes five inches a part

      by , 04-30-2018 at 06:51 AM
      I found myself in a huge convention center, it seemed. And to my surprise, the place sort of circled around a large domain where the space needle was being constructed, though it was black. I met this woman, and everyone presumed she had an attitude about her that made her cold, unapproachable, and seemingly ill-tempered. I chose to ignore these elements and sat down with her at a picnic table, still inside this convention center. This woman's disposition was an absolute amalgamation of several personas of multiple strippers.

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      I'm so stupidly foggy as to other dream aspects, but I was at one point conversing with my mother about something lifelike.

      Additionally, my friend Matt was at my house, and he felt the need to watch television on our big screen downstairs. He gathered together a jumbled mess of extension cords, and sought the assistance of my father to garner a means to watch his program. When i met him at the foot of the stairs, I asked why he needed to do this, and he responded with "I didn't want you to give me that look of eyes five inches apart!"

    3. Stranded into the night; Reliving an emotional state

      by , 01-12-2017 at 05:53 AM
      A dream like this came as no surprise given my circumstances the previous evening. I dreamt that my good friend picked me up from a Campus Christian Fellowship event, which actually did happen the night before. Only in the dream, there occurred a disturbing turn of events. He exited his car and entered into the facility in which the occasion was being held. I had already left the building, but after he had been in there for a little while, I noticed several members of the fellowship program leaving with very sad and offended expressions. In my mind, I felt that he had spoken harsh and offensive words to them and greatly disturbed these people. I, in turn, was quite upset, and we proceeded to have a fairly significant argument over the matter. He did not drive me home, and I was stranded into the night.
      Now, some things about this made sense, and other things did not. My friend does not consider himself a Christian, but he is not very critical of those who do profess to be, and he would certainly not intentionally carry out offensive and hurtful actions to strangers in the community, but this was the case in my dream. I was disturbed by this dream upon awakening, and I wondered what this was trying to tell me, if anything.
      I cannot remember the circumstances surrounding this next dream, but I remember the feeling of it, and one image in particular. Iím staring at a face that bears a striking resemblance to that of my former lover. In the dream, I am experiencing the exact emotions I had when I was with her. Itís weird that I cannot recall these exact emotions now IRL, but in the dream, they were very real. Itís as if I can only recall my true emotions of the past in my dreams. The reasons behind this dream I could point to fairly easily. I introduced my friend (The same friend in the first dream) to the show Twin Peaks last night. We watched the pilot episode last night, and needless to say, heís hooked. But there was an odd moment when we realized he looks quite a bit like the showís unfortunate victim, Laura Palmer, to the point that it actually freaked us out a little. I have no doubt this instance is what influenced my dream, but I cannot explain how I was able to relive the exact emotional state in the dream as when I was with her.
    4. Knowing Could Compel Me

      by , 01-06-2017 at 12:21 AM
      Iím at somebodyís house, near the kitchen. There are two women, one of whom I recognize. I have an idea who the other might be, but I canít be sure. The one I know begins to get close to me, and she cranes her neck to kiss me in a friendly way, but I feel that she wants to convey something else. She kisses my cheek, then again, nearer to my mouth. I come close to her, and ask her if sheíd like to go out with me. She is ecstatic and responds so enthusiastically, which is satisfying to me. This is special; this girl was my friend in high school, sheís extremely beautiful, we did a play together once and interacted on some kind of emotionally significant level, given the grave and serious nature of the performance. I would have gone out with her in a heartbeat, if only I had the confidence back then. The other girl in the dream seems upset, but I take little notice of this. Iím soon at a restaurant with a friend, and I run into a family for whom I had played piano a couple of weeks ago at a party. We find our table, and I notice a table on the other side of the restaurant where there is another family I know. Only Iím overcome with anxiety when I realize who they are. I imagine that I had asked out the daughter in this family, only this is not actually the case. But in the dream, I am convinced of this. I donít understand this dream, but I have ideas as to simple meanings behind some of the particular circumstances of it. Overall though, I cannot interpret it.
    5. The First Time

      by , 12-16-2016 at 06:01 PM
      Last night was not exactly fun. I can remember brief instances of this one; they mainly seemed to be warped situations of things that have happened to me in the last few months IRL. I am at a performance, with cover bands, but itís as if theyíre all playing to a track, not actually playing their instruments. I am expected to play piano to a Queen song, but someone takes my place. Iím at a movie theatre, about to go see a film by myself. I run into several old high school acquaintances. Iím finishing a group project and turning it in at the last minute; I think this is at my old house. The last instance was the most vivid and unfortunate. Iím sitting alone on a couch in a strange room; itís like some parts of the wall are missing, or maybe the ceiling. Itís cloudy and grey outside. I think this place is near a lake. I see my ex-girlfriend just outside, her red hair vibrant and flowing in the wind. She is soon inside on the couch with me, and we begin to kiss and hold each other close. This is the first time I can think of that Iíve had this good of a dream about her since we broke up. In most dreams I can remember, she is cold, distant, or angry. In this one, she is welcoming, reciprocating, and affectionate. Then my friend comes in the room, acting like his usual annoying self. IRL, he didnít like my girlfriend, and even told lies about her to my friends. This anger I feel toward him was evident in the dream. I am happy with her in this dream, and I want him out of the picture. Feelings of affection I have for her in the dream are coupled with the feelings of hatred I have for my friend. This is very similar to an instance that occurred a couple months ago IRL. But I wake up and realize, that although Iím over her, my hatred for him remains.
    6. Unusual Flirtation Tactics

      by , 12-13-2016 at 06:13 PM
      Iím outside on a cold winterís day with a couple of friends. Weíre on a street corner with heavy traffic. I see a cute woman with bad teeth who is dressed like a hooker. I decide to trip her and then catch her as a form of flirtation. Whatever I said after that worked, because she agreed to go out to eat with me and my friends. We leave the restaurant and my date says goodbye. We enter into a car and drive toward home. My friend drives us to my other friendís house, where I get out of the car and travel inside. There, I am telling my friend Syd about women being just as sexually charged as men, but that men are simply more explicit about it. We travel to her bedroom, and she tells me that she once snorted cocaine.

      The next sequence is rather odd. I am outside in my old backyard, and it is soon nighttime. I choose a spot on the grass to lie down. There are a couple of speakers lying there on the grass, and I listen to music as a fall asleep. I wake up, and gather up all my clothes and travel somewhere else. I find myself playing a keyboard outside in the street by a house at night. There is a hat of some kind on my head, and eventually I put a traffic cone or megaphone or something on my head. I probably look ridiculous. Old friends pass me by. I think my dad comes out to walk the dog. Iím then inside a bathroom playing a keyboard on the sink. This bathroom is connected to my friendís bedroom, and Iím unaware of this at first, but she soon comes in, and I know I need to leave.

      Iím in my friendís car again, this time with my sister. She opts to have him drop us off at 7/11 to study. We soon find ourselves at my old high school. She gets in a car with other friends and leaves. Iím walking around in a careless manner, as I run into my mother as well as an old friend. I warmly greet her and tell her that I love her hair. Thatís all I can really remember.
    7. Trains, Sting, A Balcony, and Fellatio

      by , 12-10-2016 at 03:28 AM
      It was my first night home for the Christmas break. I wish I could remember this dream better, as it seemed to be fairly eventful and reached new areas of strangeness. I think there is a contest having to do with a train or a railroad station or something of the like. It may be old western times. There are many people I know and celebrities participating in this contest. It seems that the participants are being eliminated quickly, but there is one of them who has yet to compete, and who I have great faith in. This of course is Sting, my favorite song writer. IRL, I read his memoir ďBroken MusicĒ over the summer. It influenced me greatly, and I have this connection to him. That connection was evident in the dream; though Iím not sure he acknowledged it. I cannot remember the outcome of this contest. But there are two other instances of this dream that I remember. One of them is me, in a hotel room, high above the ground, in a bright white room. I look out at the balcony. I think there is an ocean. Thatís all I can really remember. The other is me receiving fellatio from this brunette girl who bears a resemblance to someone I met briefly about a year ago. Though all goes as it should, several times I think, it is strangely dissatisfying. I remember feeling rather pleased with the state of affairs, as was she, but I do not think I felt anything orgasmic or really significant, as I normally would in this situation. I can remember so clearly the pictures from these dreams, which only makes me long to remember the circumstances and sequences of events.
    8. Failing at Recreation

      by , 12-07-2016 at 07:55 PM
      I am traveling with my mother, my sister and her child, and possibly someone else to see Jon Anderson and Todmobile in concert. We arrive at this place that does not seem at all like any sort of proper concert hall. It seems more like a small entry way with windows behind us. We are right in front and are able to interact with the performers. Todmobile is playing some sort of impossible instrument. Itís rather difficult to describe. It has a spongy, fluid texture, and it moves downward like a spiral staircase. I think I remember playing it like you would a vibraphone, but it was huge and in constant motion. Colors changed on its surface, and I remember enjoying the sound it produced. Our cousins are also at this performance, as is my uncle. I know there was so much more to this dream, but that is all I can remember.

      For the last two nights, I had been attempting to recreate the circumstances which enabled my initial ďone that Iíve been waiting forĒ dream. So this involves taking NyQuil and Ibuprofen, and I also downed apple juice in hopes of greater vividness. It has not produced similar results. I know Iíve been dreaming, but they have in no way been nearly as profound or memorable as that first one. It seems to me a typical case of trying to reproduce something amazing that occurred without any effort or preconceptions. Iíve even been listening to the same album I did that first night. But I admit, this has been a rather foolish endeavor. The feelings and symbols I experienced in that first dream I cannot hope to experience again by means of forcing it to happen. It happened somewhat naturally, it seems. I can only wait for the next time.
    9. The One I've Been Waiting For

      by , 12-05-2016 at 11:43 PM
      Last night was the dream I had been waiting for. The dream that I knew needed to happen at some point, but had been eluding me for some time. I went to bed fairly early, and I took two NyQuil capsules, as I’ve had an annoying cough I can’t seem to get over. I also took a couple of ibuprofen, as I had been in a fight with my friend the night before, and my face was still pretty sore, and the bruises on my body were getting worse. Anyhow, so the stage is properly set. But I was not attempting to induce anything, nor was I anticipating. Here we go:

      Part 1:
      I’m in a white, queen sized bed, high above the ground, centered uncomfortably and disturbingly in the middle of a dark bluish room. There are sounds from outside. I see light through the crack in the door. I’m uncomfortable, cold, fearful, and confused. I am revisiting the fear of nighttime from my childhood. It’s so real. There’s something beautiful about this. Something is on the outside of my room. I travel outside. It is my Bellingham house, but different. It appears to have been flooded recently. There are puddles of murky water all around. I travel into the bathroom, and it’s larger than the real one. The toilet is missing. Later in the dream, the toilet is returned, but another toilet from a different spot in the bathroom is missing. The shower is running, but there is no sound at all. I notice this, and it disturbs me greatly. I know I’m not deaf; the rapid running water makes no sound. Senses are so real, so similar to being fearful in my bed as a child, in my old room, but different. I drift in and out of sleep in this dream, which convinces me of the reality of the dream.

      Part 2:
      My landlord is present, and my parents and I are in his house. It is very clean, but with old furniture, not unlike my grandparents’ old house. The house is oddly off-balanced, and my dad points this out. Soon we are at my grandpa’s old house. He has this small dog. He is uncharacteristically swearing and seems to be unaware of it, but it disturbs me and my mother. My sister Julia gives the dog a sedative and it goes limp. There is a performance that will occur at Cedar Park. There is a piano, and the stage is strangely arranged.

      Part 3:
      My sister Jeannette and I are at McDonald’s. I think it’s a mix of one I’ve been to in Kirkland, and the one I frequent in Bellingham. We are blocking the drive thru line, unaware of it. A man in a pickup drives in front of us and flips us off. People are getting frustrated. We drive forward and soon realize our fault here. We pull around to the back of the line. I notice many Mexican Americans in the drive thru line, but they are all on foot without a car, and some are being quite rude it seems. I’m eating some kind of overly cheesy sandwich. A woman approaches; she bears the resemblance of Rosita from The Walking Dead. She enters my car, and we begin to kiss and embrace. I’m worried that my sister is taking notice of this, but she’s disappeared from the vehicle. This girl wishes to make love but I tell her no. There may have been more to this dream sequence, but that was all I can remember.

      Part 4:
      Here’s where things get fairly emotional for me. I am in a wooded area with a group of people. There are very old trees with gigantic roots, and they grow in impossible shapes. It is disturbing but fascinating. This girl I am interested in, Camila, is in this dream, and I think that I am in love with her. I climb one of the trees. It twists about up through the forest so impossibly but so satisfyingly, in that I am able to climb it with ease, and I soon near the top. Our leader faces a giraffe or dinosaur-like mythical creature that soon approaches my tree and climbs it. I confront it, fearful at first, but I win the battle. Our group continues on through these woods. I feel empowered. We are now on a university campus. I run into Sam (my ex-girlfriend). We talk, argue, I try to kiss her and she angrily backs away. I think she has red hair at first. Then she has blonde hair, and she approaches a table with several of my acquaintances and someone who resembles Glenn McEvoy (my management professor). Sam with red hair is also at this table, and she seems much kinder. So there are somehow two of her here. Sam with blonde hair is making a scene and spouting off a poem and talking about some instance with us over the summer. The situation ought to be way more uncomfortable, but there is a level of understanding among us at the table, and I have these strange feelings, many of which I cannot identify. McEvoy even makes a light comment about the situation, and I respond with some clever remark. I argue with her more as I hope my current lover (Camila) approaches, but she doesn’t. Ali (a girlfriend of my friend Cameron) is there and puts her arm around me, as if she were a good friend who wishes to comfort me. Sam with blonde hair is evil to me. Sam with red hair is passive, sitting there, seeming to sheepishly say sorry for blonde Sam’s behavior.

      4 very different, very real, very vivid situations. The first gave me feelings of fear and confusion that I haven’t experienced in quite a long time, I think since I was practically a child. The second gave me feelings of great discomfort, mainly due to my grandpa’s unusual cursing. The third gave me feelings of confidence and animalistic pleasure I also haven’t felt in a long time. The fourth at first gave me feelings of bravery and invincibility, then of profound sadness, then anger.

      In these dreams, I have a sense that all the happenings are synchronistic, as I had been reading Jung’s "Synchronicity" the previous day. I felt that concepts I had read about the principle were pervading the dream somehow, and I was subtly and possibly unconsciously aware of this while dreaming. This dream world was so real, realer than anything I’ve experienced in a while. And upon waking, I wasn’t really awake for a few seconds. But I knew I must immediately take note of these dreams.

      Updated 12-07-2016 at 07:39 PM by 48007

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    10. Windows

      by , 11-27-2016 at 01:54 AM
      Lately, I've been having dreams involving embracing, kissing, and affection, mainly with women whom i cannot put a name to. I'm mainly thankful that these dreams do not seem to involve me ex, as my feelings for her remain strong and difficult to deal with. However, a dream that took place the other night stood out to me. I find myself in a strange building with many windows, accompanied by this girl I've been seeing lately. There are things that happen in this dream, but I cannot remember most of them. But I do vividly remember a particular instance, similar to how I remember things from my childhood. A girl who attended my high school makes an appearance. I always sensed that she liked me in high school, but I never made a move. In the dream, there seems to be a mutual level of attraction between us. We kiss in a room that has windows and is visible from another part of the house. Afterwards, I immediately am with the other girl I've been seeing in real life, and she confronts me about kissing the girl from my high school. I can't remember what I said, but whatever it was convinced her that my kissing this other girl was not a big deal, and she quickly forgives me. We embrace, and all between us seems okay. That is all I can remember. It seems as though I've been having dreams like this every night. Last night I was in an absurd situation with a blonde girl at a dinner table. I know there was a lot more to this one, but as usual, I cannot remember. I can't say that I do not enjoy these dreams, but I fear that soon my ex lover will enter them. If that occurs, I imagine I'd wake up with such pain and find myself in tears.
    11. Notions of the Past

      by , 11-17-2016 at 07:06 AM
      I find myself at a performance of some sort; possibly a graduation. I'm among many of my old peers from Westmont, most of them being members of the orchestra I was a part of for the year I attended the college. I see my old conductor, and I seem to remember having a desire to approach him, but i cannot remember whether or not I did. I enter a rehearsal space, and in the dream, it conveyed itself to me as the place we rehearsed every Tuesday and Thursday. But upon my awakening from the dream, I realize that it was not the chapel in which we regularly rehearsed. In fact, I think it was a place altogether new to me, but somehow similar to my high school band rehearsal room. But this new room presented me with a sickly image of a rainy night outside of my old home, and I think some of my dream took place in this situation, but I cannot remember. This dream occurred the night after my ex-girlfriend decided to text me for the first time since we broke up. She reached out first, having read the letter I had written her about two weeks prior. Many mixed emotions swirled about my brain that evening, and I attempt to find some meaningful connection between the occurrence and my unusual dream. Of course, I had previously had dreams about Westmont. And it makes sense. I spent a year there, made friends and memories, and then left. And my thoughts often drift to questions of whether or not I should have stayed there, or if I even should've attended it in the first place. Perhaps if I had continued my education there, I may never have met my summer lover, and would be free from my love-lorn afflictions and anguish. Maybe i would've found someone else; someone who made me truly happy, and who deeply loved me. But I do not like dreaming about such things, as they are notions of the past, and are unchangeable and unattainable. I long for happier dreams. Dreams of freedom, success, bliss

      Updated 10-18-2017 at 06:33 PM by 48007

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    12. Unbelievably Out of Character

      by , 05-16-2016 at 08:35 AM
      Like most of the dreams I've been having lately, I can only seem to remember one particular instance of this dream. I was sitting on the couch in my house with my sister. She had come up to visit me the day before in real life, so upon reflection of the dream, it made sense to me that she would be part of it. In the dream, we were watching a movie; I can't remember which one. Eventually, my housemate, David, whose room is near the main living room in which we were watching the movie, came out of his room with his girlfriend. She started yelling at me and my sister to be quiet and shut the movie off. Now, one thing you must understand about David's girlfriend is that she NEVER gets angry, and certainly would never shout at anyone. She is naturally very well-tempered and mild-mannered. So, you can imagine that this came as quite a shock to me. My sister and I just sat there stunned while she shouted at us. It was so strangely out of character for her to do this; it just would never happen in real life. She herself would admit she has never yelled at anyone before. Well, for the rest of the dream, and I think for a while after I awoke from it, I had this feeling that she was actually furious with me, and that something was wrong. But the next day went on, and of course I eventually realized how hilarious and absurd the dream was. I told her about it and we had a good laugh. Anyway, I'm going to try my darnedest to have a vivid and memorable dream tonight. I've got a full container of apple juice, and I'll set my alarm for 4 AM! Wish me luck!
    13. The Underground Knick-Knack Shoppe

      by , 05-14-2014 at 02:27 AM
      I had a dream that my family and I were traveling to some sort of event (it may have been the Kentucky Derby or some wine tasting sort of thing). The place at which we arrived was composed of rolling hills and vineyards as far as the eye could see. I'm a bit hazy on the order of the events, but i can remember that I traveled down into an underground shoppe beneath the rolling hills (sort of like a Hobbit home). It was rather quaint and had many strange items which appeared hand made and wooden in nature. There was only one other person in the shoppe besides me: a young woman with brown hair who was running the place it seemed. It is strange in dreams how you can possess an inexplicable attraction to a simple projection of your subconscious; such was the case in this dream of mine. I was drawn to her, and for some unknown reason, I felt the need to speak with an Irish accent to her. Somehow, I was convinced that this would attract her to me, and it did. We kissed and embraced and so forth. (It was so strangely vivid, and i can recall my emotions in the dream almost perfectly still. I imagine this vividness was due to my rather large consumption of apple juice before going to bed that night.) The last thing I remember about the dream was my sisters, who were digging in a part of the underground shoppe for some unknown reason. That's about all I can remember. Isn't it amazing how wonderfully random and creative dreams can be? It seems you can't consciously make this stuff up. So beautiful, one of the mysteries of life.

      Updated 05-05-2015 at 05:36 AM by 48007

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