we broke up 3 months ago. and i don't know anything about her. Today morning at 11am IST i had a dream. the person in my dream told me that he is a relative of my gf, and she is getting married on 29 november. and he also said that, he was separated from his home long ago. will he come to my dream again. if so, i want to ask many ques. can i remember them in dreams.?
Cutting to the chase: In the dream, I wake up in my bed as normal, but there's someone in my room with me. Turns out it's my history teacher. She explains that I've been taken to the future, or an alternate reality, I'm not sure. Either way I've been taken from my life and into another kind of society. Here, most people have had their brain implanted into a robot body and are now basically Robocops. There are a few Fleshdwellers (humans with their original body intact and in use) left, most of them have become Crawlers (nightmareish creatures with a lust for murder, they have no depth perception for some reason and no hair and red eyes.. long story short: they're dangerous and creepy) who hunt down the remaining non-Crawler Fleshdwellers for scientific research. ..and "spare parts", I guess. One night, while running from a Crawler, I run into a person (with a robotic body). She's my friend apparently, and takes me down into the sewers, hoping the smell will mask mine so the Crawler will get lost in there. We end up getting caught in a current and the further along we get, the cleaner the water becomes. Until we surface again in a lake full of pure water, glistening in both moon- and sunlight at the same time. It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen. It reminds me of where the Elves live in Lord of the Rings. But the people living there are no elves, they're just.. ..humans. Looking, talking and walking like humans. Except they have no word for "I" and always speak in "we" and "us". Then of course my alarm goes off and that's that for this dream It was totally awesome and I want to go back there.
Summary: walking in large outdoor park in daylight, avoiding back and forth sprinklers, thinking about math results, go to building, can't find entrance to classrooms, finally enter and teacher quizzes me on which class I should enter, "lines of Lucien" I'm outdoors in a large open park-like area in daylight. I'm with someone who later turns out to be my son S2. At first I'm thinking about meeting up with a group. Then I'm thinking about math: I'm waiting for results of a test? I'm finishing 8th grade? There are lawn sprinklers (the back and forth kind not the circular ones) operating on the paths, I try to time my passing so that the sprinklers are moving away from me as I pass through them to minimize how much water splashes on me, but I always seem to get caught in the return movement and get a bit wet. I'm with S2 and we approach a building, looking rather old and decrepit, he makes a comment about it I forgot, we're walking along it and trying to find the entrance. I can hear faint sounds of people inside so I know we should be able to get in. I can't see any windows but S2 is able to dig his fingers into the walls and find the edges of panels/shutters that are covering the windows and swings several of them open, we try to look through most the glass is dark / opaque. At some point we look back the way we came and see the entrance. We go inside and it is like a classroom, with rows of students at desks quietly working, S2 says something like this must be the lunch period. There is a turnstyle we need to enter? A male teacher approaches and starts asking me about things that I know in order to determine which class I need to enter. He asks if I've studied the equations of intersecting planes and "the Lines of Lucien." I think I have but I don't want to say "yes" and be put in to the wrong class. I try to indicate what I've learned, I think of parabolas and conic sections, I bend the index fingers of my left and right hands and bring them together in order to indicate this, and say I've studied parabolas, hyperboles, and conic sections. I think for a moment (a pearl of lucidity?) that I've studied math far beyond these levels.
11/2 I'm crying to my ex's mom. She's being uncharacteristically nice to me. My ex was in an accident that melted his eyes and he was now blind. An image comes up of an almost piece of pottery with a face. It looks melted and the eyes are hollow. I'm telling his mom how much I love him. Cut scene, and now I see that that was a dream. My ex is okay, but had a vastectomy. The word appears on a piece of paper like in a notepad. 11/4 nap I'm in my kitchen with my ex. He's sitting at the counter. We're both dressed nicely. I know we're not together as a couple. He's talking about a surgery and having his bladder removed. I want to hug him and comfort him, but I refrain. (Can someone help me interpret these please? I just broke up with him about a month ago. We were together a year and 4 months. I have no conscious regrets over the break up.)
Black: Non-dream Blue: Non-lucid Red: Lucid Dreams keep getting more stressful lately, must be the pressure of exams starting to take a toll on my sleep. Didn't properly do a WBTB last night either. Dream 1 - Joust Kind of like a farmland, there's a fence too, and past that fence is a Mexican-like desert. I am Mexican in the dream (I'm not Mexican IWL) and I'm aspiring to be a knight like the four knights that exist on the green farmland. I head over the fence to help the Mexicans or something, this bit is fuzzy but I recall something to do with snakes. The knights come over now, and the Mexicans all cheer for them and my help is unappreciated. There is a Kill/Death/Assist score on the top right corner of my vision (like a video game) and one of the knights has a score of 108/0/0. My score is something like 0/2/0. He scorns me, he looks exactly like Alfred Molina, the bad guy in 'The Sorcerers Apprentice'. Dream 2 - School Camp We're in some run down farm house for a school field trip, everyone goes out onto the field to get into groups and I need to go toilet. I head to a toilet but it's practically in the open, I'm really uncomfortable about it and try to close the windows. I smack my head on an open window that I swear I had closed (I have an inkling of a feeling that this isn't right) - my mind tells me that some kids opened it, but they're no where to be seen (again this feeling of dreaming comes, but I don't quite realize it). I've missed out on getting into a group with my friends because I was closing windows for 5 minutes. I start getting stressed out, I try find a group but then Bobby Lee (the actor in some of the MadTV sketches) starts giving a damn announcement. I am forced to wait while he rants on, getting more and more panicky as I just want to get into a group and feel safe. Towards the end I start thinking "Hmm, screw it, I'll just muck around, this is a field trip after all", but the feeling of stress is kind of still there.
In the beginning we were in a house that seemed familiar but didn't happen to be a place I had ever visited. On the wall behind me, stretched a large picture window, almost taking up an entire wall, except for the door to its left. Someone is telling a story, and quickly the telling becomes reality. The house became ill-lit and cold. A dark brown curtain still covers the window but the window itself is broken. I took a peek outside, and see that the landscape is devoid of life, all dark grey dotted with the crumbling black husks of plants and debris. Though it is midday, the sky remains heavy and overcast, with the horizion a barely distinguishable line in the distance. I drop the curtain, reminding myself that it this is how it was before, just after the storm. Now the landscape is alive and green and the clouds blown away. I settle onto the floor next to two other women, one of them the storyteller, the other a dream relative. The three of us are wearing drab colors, all browns and grays, all of us in long skirts and sweaters and thick scarves. Of course. It's cold now. I lean back on a mound of dirt underneath the broken window, then realize there is dirt on my sweater sleeves, sit up, and brush away the rust-brown particles. She tells us a story about a girl that I knew when I was young named Des. She was my next-door neighbor all the way through middle school. Here it becomes a little...convoluted. It's very difficult to separate the details because, as you know, events can seem to happen before, after, and also at the same time as other things. As the storyteller speaks, I find myself once more transported to the time she speaks about, so now I am at a wide island across from the unbroken picture window. The door is cracked open. "Des, now moved to madness by her time in the storm, darts past the open doorway, and ducks in for just a second, gasping a curse. She sounds breathless with terror. Her eyes are wide and they sweep the room, "Fuck." she says again. I turn to find her fleeing from the doorway, I call out after her. I hope that I can bring her back to herself, that I can change the story, which dictates that though she ducked in and cursed, no one was quick enough to catch her and that some time later she was found dead at the top of a hill. I think that I have missed my opportunity...but then she comes back. I almost wish she hadn't. Her unseeing eyes dart restlessly around the room. Des does not respond to anything I say. I get a sense of how she came to be this way. The storm bore down on the world, an endless and violent torrent, but it did this slowly. It descended from the atmosphere in great sweeping movements, taking its time to reach us, its presence moving people to madness and previously unwanted notions. "And in the end, Des fled to the hilltop to meet the storm, hand in hand with her older brother. They kissed each other goodbye and consigned themselves to the storm. I see it then, a great sphere of dark grey swirling clouds, shooting lightning at random, descending onto the hill. That was how she died, not how she became insane. I have a moment of clarity, and try to put together the prophecy into poetic verse but I can't seem to make it worth. "The end will come when these truths subside, when brother and sister together lay..." And then "The parent will be taught by the child." I see her in the week before the sphere ravaged the landscape. She stands by the kitchen island, a steak knife in front of her. Afraid that maybe she means to take her own life, I wait until she is distracted by the front door opening to take it from the counter. Des screams in a terrifying way, eyes stretched so wide that they are mostly whites, pupils shrunk to pinpoints, her hands out in front of her in disbelief. "I'm sorry." I say, startled by her reaction. "I'll give it back. Just tell me what you need it for." "KNIFE." Des responds in a low, fervent voice. "Yes, why do you need it?" "KNIIIIFE." Well, that didn't work. I hand the utensil back to her, she holds it in both hands and sits back on her heels, staring at the thing intensely. We don't really have time to deal with her. Now there is a moment where she is both alive, and she has already died. i think that I don't have time to deal with her craziness, and become aware of all the people in the room. They are, at first, saddened by her state of mind, and then that she has died. There will be a procession soon. I feel out of place here. I spot a pretty woman in a wedding dress, she has pale skin, black-brown eyes and curly black hair. She has fallen down and I go to help her stand, but by the time I get there, someone is already picking her up and heading for the door, she throws her head back and laughs. I then notice how many brides there are in here, and that we are all preparing for a mass wedding procession down the main street of town. The numerous bridal parties and their guests will walk together and then the brides and grooms will be joined under a clear patch of sky. There is suddenly a weight in my chest, a vast well of sadness and bitterness and unwillingness. I am standing by the door, waiting for people to clear away from it so I can step outside. There is a man in a black pea coat, wearing thick grey mitts. "Hey, you okay?" He asks me. We don't know each other, I appreciate his concern though... "It's...I just noticed how many brides there are." I scan the room and find five other women. My own situation is so complicated. He presses a mitted hand to the center of my chest, just below my collar bone but above my breasts. Like with most Liam-echo encounters, I can feel the fabric of the glove, the slightly scratchy wool and the cool bite of the snow dampness on my skin. With this casual comfort he has quelled the storm in my chest, replaced with a pulsating feeling of well-being and lightness. It's beautiful. I sigh with blessed relief and raise my eyes to his face. He gives me a kind smile...there's something familiar about him. Because of his coloring I immediately want to compare him to Liam, though this man's eyes are ice green instead of blue and though he also has red hair and fair skin, his face is not nearly as angular as Liam's. "I would be happy to walk with you." He says, assuming that I am part of the bridal party (he isn't wrong) but have no one to walk with in the procession. I can't tell him that isn't why I'm sad. It's that I'm getting married tonight, but I don't want to be, and seeing all these women so happy to be on their way to joining with their fiances is like a spike in my chest. I can feel the weight coming back...but his hand is still on my chest and it disperses the depression like mist in sunlight. I rest my hand on his chest and he smiles, turning his eyes back to the room. I worry that this has gone on too long and will become awkward, but I'm loathe to give up this new peace. So our hands remain. I notice that we are preparing for a picture. I move my hand, gripping the side of his coat and move to, maybe, rest my head against his thick coat-arm. Instead I fall through the gap between his coat and the goddamn door which is still cracked open. I nearly go head over heels, one leg kicking high as I grab his coat and the door frame, I notice that I'm wearing a long dark purple dress. I lift myself to my feet. They snap another picture. I worry that my fiance (my WL boyfriend) will hear that I told someone I had no one to walk with. I go over what I just said in my head, trying to figure out how many people heard me, and what it could do to our impending...wedding. I decide what will be, will be. Oh, I forgot something but I can't remember where it fits in. One point, after Des had gone mad, but before she died, we were all standing in the house and one of her brothers (in real life she only had one) who was a martial artist was posing in the middle of the room. I was impressed by his manliness....hahaha I also want to add that today at work, when I started to feel overwhelmed, I recalled that release of pressure and my mood would temporarily stabilize. It's rare that my subconscious gives me gifts like this.
Updated 11-07-2014 at 07:57 AM by 54746
1. Mom was singing with a boy and man. I liked one of the songs a lot and asked her for it, but she got annoyed. I said ‘never mind’ and went to my room, closing the door. 2. A man (Man 1) walking into a central room on a spaceship. Another man (Man 2) that seems familiar to me (I remember his looks but can’t describe them ._.) is standing facing away, hands clasped behind his back. Memory’s real fuzzy here. The man who walked in asks the other what his preferences are – he wants them to get involved with this third man (Man 3) to help him or something. Jump. Man 1 is flirting/roughhousing with Spider-man and laughing. From a distance to the left, Man 2 and Spider-man are watching the scene thoughtfully. It had the feel of Man 2 showing him something to make a point. 3. I’m playing a game. It’s like Mario in that you control little characters, directing them on a map to the place you want to go. I choose a little creature that reminds me of a fiery red Pac-Man and direct him to a nearby place. It looks a lot like a Mario area but more surreal. I end up making my character fling to the far left and have to make my way back to where I started, ignoring loot and things I see, which is hard. I wonder what skills he has besides the basic attack, and manage to find where to look. I’m surprised to see it has two Frost skills, because I had assumed it was a Fire creature.
It’s blurry here, but ‘I’ and some other people are negotiating or something but it goes bad, and turns into a big fight. I’m stealthily moving northward around the action. Huge golems are hurling rocks over to the left towards me. I as my dwarf Erde dodge them. As I pass the golems, I think about what I should be going after in the fight, but end up completely bypassing everything to go down the north corridor. I’m looking through the rooms when my sister comes up and seems to be looking for something. From here on, I felt like I knew a step ahead what was going on. I knew she was looking for her child that I hadn’t known about before. I keep looking for the place the child would be hiding. I see a blanket seat in a closet at one point. ”Read the letter,” She says as she looks in a closet to the right in the room at the end, calling out the boy’s name (which I can’t remember). There’s a folded up white piece of paper on a pile of blankets(?) on the floor. “This one?” I ask as I unfold it and glance over it. It doesn’t make much sense, but I know it’s supposed to be a letter telling me about the child. Gap. I’m looking at a blue box of corndogs, and there’s a quote on it from my sister and a friend about how they’d conceived the babies on accident. The friend’s name was something like ‘Gosh’ but I knew it really meant the red-headed friend Rane had long ago. I felt that something was kind of off with that. Inspiration: Playing Dragon Age: Origins, just finished the Deep Roads stuff recently. My sister and her child might have come from the dwarf commoner’s sister Rica, or from my own sister and a previous dream. We did have a box of corndogs a few weeks ago that I thought about recently.
From November 3rd. I’m at a pharmacy with a group of people to get medicine. We’re directed to another line to the left. I get mine but someone with me points out that he gave me the wrong one. I look at the carton box and see the brand name and ‘Energy’ under it. Mine isn’t supposed to have that. I get back in line, and I think I skip ahead of someone to the right who’s leaning on the counter, and get it exchanged. I figure the Energy one must have been accidentally put in the wrong place. Jump. I climb the counter in a house’s kitchen and look in the medicine cabinet. I see different kinds of meds, one a being a clear bottle with purple energy medicine in it. I take a sip against my better judgment, because I know I’m about to go sleep. In a room, I had my moved my bare blue small mattress (actually my old twin-sized one IWL) over to the left on the floor. I have a stereo playing. I realize one of the halves of the green curtain over the door fell. I fix it, then cover both sides with a yellow curtain. Part of me thinks this is weird. I realize that I can’t even hear the stereo that’s on in the kitchen so I may as well turn it off and just keep mine going (even though I can’t see it). I remember wondering if the energy stuff I took was affecting me. Inspirations: I had a conversation with mom about not drinking the Energy flavored water anymore but I have one left so I put a tiny amount of that in my jug whenever I make up some flavored water. Meds part comes from being nervous about my doctor’s appointment mixed with the energy drink thing. We actually do have a yellow curtain at the bottom of the stairs. The stereo part comes from me having to turn off dad's iPod radio in the kitchen yet again because he’s got his headphones on in the other room and can’t hear it anyway.
So, there’s nothing to report. Nothing. Nadda. I don’t remember any dreams from the last two days. Talk about a serious difference from how things were on that first day back at it, eh? My theory is that I just lost my dream recall in the time that I was away. My recall used to be very poor before I started practicing all this. The other day, obviously, was a bit of a fluke. Going lucid perhaps helped me to remember it more than I otherwise would have as well. So now I’m back at square one, and all I’m remembering when I wake up is flashes. Quick images and sounds, and that’s it. So quick in fact that I haven’t been bothering with writing them down. But it occurred to me, just now… My first day of practicing dream recall, that’s all I had then too. But I still focused on them. Still wrote them down. Despite them being quick flashes, I took them seriously and recorded them. The next day, things went a bit better.. And so on, and so on. I think my problem is that I’ve become used to remembering so much that I’m not taking this flashes seriously like I did when I first started this whole thing. So tomorrow, and going forward, I’m committing myself to writing down everything. Even if it seems small and completely pointless. Because that’s how I started, and it’s what I’m going to have to do to get back on track I think. ------------- Work On: –Write down every dream the moment I wake from it. Every time. Even if it’s just a simple flash. –Dream check more at home. Make it a habit at all places, at all times of the day. Not just at work.
From November 3rd. 1. Something big is happening. A woman is looking to me for answers. I consult some kind of book in my hands, and say that ‘it wasn’t ‘supposed to happen like this’. Something about an illustration of a cloud of brown stuff. Inspiration: It made me think of Orzammar (in Dragon Age: Origins) so it may’ve had something to do with dwarves. 2. I’m offered one of three “legendary creatures” that I can pick from a plain-looking bag. Gap. It’s a black bird, like a crow in size but a bit smaller and lighter colored. I use a special call to communicate with it by blowing down into my thumbnail. I meet a guy who’s intrigued by it. The bird turns out to be his father but none of us know this. The guy’s mother makes an appearance at some point. Fixing a shoe or something by putting it in another shoe? Inspiration: The bag and creatures reminds me a lot of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and I was thinking about HP recently.
Updated 11-05-2014 at 01:34 AM by 20026
Black: Non-dream Blue: Non-lucid Red: Lucid Note WBTB at ~5, ate a banana, was pretty good. Did 7 short SSILD cycles followed by 2 long ones, then for every 5 minutes or so afterwards I did another 2 short SSILD cycles to maintain the awareness. Lucid Dream - Almost fought Goku... Me and E are in the same house, we're looking for something, I think I remember where it is. She's in the lounge and I recall it being somewhere near the TV, so I head there and move towards the direction of the TV. She is in the centre of the room and kind of gasps at my sudden appearance in the room, and it felt like she was infatuated with me. Felt a bit weird because IWL we pretty much hate each other. I rustle around in the cabinets beneath the TV and there's a whole bunch of damn cables in the way. "Wait a minute... What am I doing here?" I kind of just realize that this is all a dream, I don't even bother doing a reality check. "stabilize now...... stabilize now.... STABILIZE NOW!" The last one I yelled out and the world around me brightened a bit and became more clear, the echo of my shout rings around the room a bit. Oddly enough I noticed now that I was in a kitchen on the 1st floor of a 2 story house, opposed to being on the 2nd floor of a different 2 story house. E was gone now too. I feel like later I should try summon her back. To my left is a fridge, I approach it, the feel of my feet touching the ground is so real. I can see all the individual dust particles that have settled or were floating around the world. I head towards a some carpeted stairs and go up, I'm met by a typical baby-proof gate. I see a toddler walk out of his room rubbing his eyes, he looks at me and I realize he is me as a kid. I continue on, the baby-proof gate mysteriously gone now. I look around and see something I couldn't possibly describe accurately... It was Luffy's brother Ace (from the One Piece anime) and he was made of bubblegum, including his clothing and hat. He was there, then he wasn't. Then I saw a poster in a nearby room that had him and Luffy with there foreheads pressed against each other in an eye-glaring brotherly stare down. The thought that I could summon Luffy just blew me away, I'd be able to hang with him! Awesome. I think to myself that he's behind the door in that room with the poster, and then rush around. But nope, there's a pimply brown-haired 20 year old hipster dude just sitting on the edge of the bed texting. Then somehow I'm given this container of pills called "Black Elite Pills", which in the dream meant that they're what Goku uses to power-up to his Super Saiyan Black Elite level... Which doesn't exist, I know, but I thought it did in the dream . I see Goku in the room sitting at the computer playing games and I decide to pop open the container and eat a whole heap of them, "Hey Goku, let's do this." I throw him the container, and we're getting ready now to duke it out. But I'm awake now. Slowly the clarity of the dream must have been fading away, and I hadn't noticed.
Lots of bits and bobs this time, all non lucid Watching 'Sherlock' on the telly. He was having a lucid dream, I was itting there thinking 'I get those sometimes..' Bah! Standing outside, the overflow pipe from our house was pouring oot water, and I was trying to suss oot why. Speaking to a blonde haired lassie, she smiled and her front tooth was three inhes long and all yellow and jaggy an' that. She realised I was staring and tucked it away somehow. that was my first batch of dreams, I woke with a feeling of unease for some reason. Watching a home video. I was on the back of a boat, I was holding a fishing rod with a multiplier and yellow line. I did a really crappy cast. There was a tall guy with longish hair wearing a uniform of sorts, and we blethered aboot nothing in particular. The dream then became first person. I friend I knew in real life had a bag of rocks. She gave me a couple. One glittered a wee bit and I asked her if it was real gold and worth a lot of money - she shrugged. I then argued with a familiar lad that the rock I had was formerly a Sponge. 'Halfway betwenn a plant and an animal' I mind saying. He disagreed and I started getting angry with him. In a woodland clearing. My faither said I had to get the railway line up before the train arrived. I did so, it lifted up no probs, and was aboot ten feet long. Looking at a newsletter featuring Bill Oddie. My wee boy chasing me roond the hoose. hmmmm
Dream 3 I was running around with my brother and we were with other people. There was a time when I was arguing with someone about snow dogs being out in the summer. I said it was possible the other DC didn't. Dream 4 I recall being in my living room with a guy and he told me to try guessing what he was thinking. I tried and a portal opened up about a sonic adventure game. So I said Sonic and he was amazed and asked me to tell him who another white sonic related character was but I didn't know.Than I suddenly appeared on my bed and outside my window I could see a storm coming. There was also a pole with purple flames there. I thought it looked epic and sort of creepy. When I got up my left hand was stuck to my back. As I walked to the front door I managed to get it unstuck and walked onto the front porch. I walked to the stairs and saw in the distance 3 DCs who looked like they were dressed as witches/magicians but in blue. I than looked to the other house and saw a castle like balcony and a anime character who looked like Dawn but with short hair and a robe standing on it. I jumped up and asked for him to pull me up but I woke up. Couldn't recall much and didn't remember to try summoning Manei When I was Lucid. But I'll try some other time.
Updated 11-04-2014 at 09:27 PM by 67570
Non-lucid Lucid I sat on the floor, in a creepy, old house. It was cold, and I was freezing. I heard horrible sounds from outside. I looked out the window and saw a scarecrow with white eyes. I freaked out at that moment, and tried to hide, but of course I couldnt. The scarecrow found me every time and it was laughing. " You can't hide " it repeated while I was desperately trying to run away or hide, but for some reason, my hands popped up in front of me, and I knew I was dreaming. The scarecrow stood still and I imagined a bomb or something on it. I yelled out that the scarecrow had to disappear, and.. BOOM.. everything just exploded and I entered a new dream scene. But now, It wasn't a nightmare anymore. I was in the middle of a big beautiful field with yellow trees and like thousands of rainbows everywhere. Yes, that was amazing. The last thing I remember, is that I saw a friendly dinosaur..
Updated 11-04-2014 at 08:58 PM by 71668
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