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This is just the first of many to come, just joined today and lost my previous journal. I've always been told that humans see dreams that have a direct/indirect meaning or guidance on the conscious world and I am coming here to seek help of interpreting these.
P.S. I get de ja vu but instead of it being something I've done before it's nearly always something that I've seen in a dream months in advance, if anyone has anything to say about that let me know :). Thanks in advance for replies.
So here it goes.
"An asian woman came up to me just on the verge of tears. Her long black hair was moved out of the way so her face was easy to see. I was sleeping at the time of the visit and awoke to her standing next to me. She told me that she could feel the beat of my heart and that mine and hers compleated eachothers and that I was the other half to her heart. I put my hand on both my chest and hers simultaneously to compare and get a grasp of what was veing told to me. Her heart and mine were on the same beat no matter what and they were always matching/finishing eachother. I thought it was a romantic scene so I leaned in for a kiss only to have an akward moment of out lips touching, even with the exact match for my heart it was lacking passion and now it comes to me that perhaps she was crying out of fear rather than happiness. Later in the dream I reconnected with her and her friend while my friend Mike tagged along with me and we were all in her 1 bedroom apartment. She had Mike move over when I was the only person standing and looking over the 3 bodies crunched up on the tiny bed. We layed and after awhile she sat up to me and tried to give a kiss, I initially accepted it but shortly after I pushed her away just enough to make her stop. With a feeling of guilt and relief I told her,"I know our hearts match but I am not...." and at that moment I was stopped by a calming and confident "I know." and like that Mike and myself got up and left to be on our way.

Keep in mind this is just one story from last night's dream, I usually have 1-3 stories but it is hard to grasp all of them so usually I can only write down the most recent.

6.8.13

I was getting dropped of fat my school like any normal day, and as soon as I stepped out of my truck and two weird things happened. First my girlfriend, who doesn't go to my school, was there and second this Asian guy hugged HIS girlfriend then came and hugged MY girlfriend. After he did that he turned around, while still hugging her, looked straight at me and took her to the floor sort of "playfully". I ran up to this guy and beat the crap out of him until he bled from his swollen right cheek and my arms were really tired after that. I had to go to class at 6:55 for 0 period right after so I walked to the locker room to change into my clothes and I saw him enter the locker room. In response I entered the gymnasium where i found the bleachers surprisingly out and both the girls and boys basketball team was there (which they're not supposed to be exceptfor the guys) My coach called me to his office where he only gave me 3 hours of detention and then I woke up.

Got random lucid during normal sleep, low awareness though, couldn't remember goals and stuff. The part of dream before it though... quite an experience i should say.

Dream 1:

I was playing a game and apparently it was some kind of MMO, i've just created character and had just starting equipment, which was some kind of dagger. I was playing with somebody and he knew a number of things about the game, and i couldn't even figure out the HUD for some reason. We had to fight through various enemies and during looting i've found random dagger, which looked almost exactly like mine, but i've decided to use it instead. It was dealing massive damage to enemies, even more so than any weapon of who i was playing with.
After some more fights we came across a shop, which was still full of enemies. After cleaning it and accidentally cutting shopkeeper a few times, which he ignored due to being mostly invincible NPC, we checked shop itself. I had like 10k ish coins while other player had like 10 million. He bough some stuff and i've bought custom dagger crafting, menu appeared where i could select a few options and elements and then i've got new dagger, it costed 10k though. Testing it on nearby enemies i've found out that it's much weaker than the one i found, then i figured out how to look up stats. Well the dagger i've found had like +250 to attack, of attack base of dagger being 10... Waste of 10k coins.
We went on further and soon reached some sky island/castle area, we went through a few jumping puzzles and soon were in. There were no enemies here and it was kinda empty. I found two big tall areas with spiraling staircases, one of which had sky embedded in it somehow, looked pretty cool.

Dream 2:

I am at home with family and we are talking about some things, that continues for a while until i hear someone announcing something through speaker from a helicopter passing by, it was something about incoming nuke. Everyone but me starts panicking, and then a minute later, i see a huge missile coming, it hits somewhere nearby and there's sound of huge explosion. More people panic, but i just stay and say "Well then... good bye, this world". It starts getting really hot and soon the 'wave' of explosion itself hits. Everything turns into rubble and people burn to bones. My body is in pain and quite burned, but i am apparently still mostly ok. I slowly walk through rubble, still in pain, soon i reach the 'edge' of explosion, which is still exploding, and i jump out of it. Some random person comes and then suddenly i am in a room with lots of tables, there are other people who survived apparently, or something.
Confused for a second, i think, it could be a dream or something, i ask that person and he says something along the line "Only you can know". Yeah ofcourse, i should do reality check, so i do it and look at my hands, they are pretty weird and different number of fingers so yes, this is dream. I try hard to think of what to do but for some reason not much comes to mind... Then thought of dream food comes and i just go 'Well, why not?'. I ask nearby DC to get me some food of his choice, he goes away and i wait for him sitting near table. He comes back with a glass of what looks like milk, i drink a bit but it don't tastes much, i ask DC what's that and he responds with something along the line of "You should know". Then dream quickly fades and i wake up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) With my mom, we see a mushroom explosion on the distance. We can't tell how far away it is, but everybody freaks out with the possiblity of being caught in the blast. After not so long we are hit by a wall of air and debris. I stupidly hold my breath, hoping not to inhale the radiation. But then I think "how stupid is that?" and just accept the inevitability. Then someone starts gathering people on a bus, so we can get the hell out of there. Someone else turns on the radio for news. I then realize something is not right "how did we get hit by air dislocation so quickly, but were not harmed and the EMP didn't destroy the electronics?". I conclude I'm dreaming, so I tell my mother to relax, we're just dreaming and let's use the opportunity to test how we would react in an emergency situation. Then it went from a dream to a simulation drill. LOL

Dream recall from WBTB/naps that i couldn't type here before due to DV plugin crash.

Before actual dreams, three times i've almost managed to enter dream via WILD, but each time it was not stable enough and still felt like HH and faded once i moved. Two times i was at home and another on in some place with a windmill.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was some story, some guy came to mountains and was visiting the place were dragons were, he talked alot to them, one of them was black color, another was purple. Can't recall most of talk but there was something about the leader and 'War that never happened'. After that guy went on traveling further and soon found the elder dragon, who was white/grey-ish and was guarding an egg, dragon didn't wanted to talk with him until he mentioned that he talked to others and knows about 'War that never happened'. Dragon was quite surprised and apparently transformed into smaller form then dream ended.

Dream 2(fragments):

Something about dragons.

I am in the grey house. Marlena and Dallas come in and I ask why they came. i didn't realize they would be coming.
Especially because I wasn't supposed to be there. They said it was a coincodence, and we should hang. I
start to get confused about how I got there. I remember falling asleep at another
Trent's house on the couch. My dad walks in and says that he carried me into the
car while I was asleep and brought me home. My dream self accepts that and I look around.
Marlena and Dallas are gone now, but I don't notice.

So I had my first lucid wet dream last night.
It started off with me at school I was in the middle of making sinagang (Filipino sour soup) when one of the chefs walks in helps me out and ask me to explain the dish, and after i made it and had him had a bowl of that with rice and we ate the food and as I was finishing up cleaning he came up to me and started to caress my cheek and that's when my fiance came in and gripped my wasit and pulled me to him and whispered in my ear: "You want us both don't you?" I was shocked and nodded my head, and that's when things started getting all hot and heavy. The two taking turns having sex with me and then I took on both at the same time, being bound and gaged and then being placed on a collar and leash and just as Chef finished up I woke up.

Just so you know I'm going to culinary school the chef is one of my teachers.

I only remember a small portion of this lucid dream. I was in a dark room. I looked down at my hands and on my left hand were 7 fingers. I tried to teleport/change the scenery so i closed my eyes and just thought of being in that place. when i opened my eyes i was at the beach.

Fragment involving Ben Affleck and people complaining about a Fantastic Four movie.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

X-Men fragment involving Erik and Charles (as played by McKellan and Stewart) having an argument about something involving a young man, a mutant who lives with them; one of them leaves with the young man. Scene changes so that this is a movie I'm watching, I'm explaining to someone who just came in that this was the last time they saw each other for 9 years. On screen, it's now some kind of opening credits for the Avengers showing various backstories, some actual Avengers characters (Loki, Banner, "Hawkguy", deliberately misspelled - nothing for Iron Man though he shows up later for the fight sequence), mostly characters made up for the dream, one guy with a Buddhist hell motif, leading into a fight sequence in New York, complete with a very dramatic soundtrack featuring classical singers.

Scene changes, ditches the TV framing. Dream's now following a man in a suit who's standing on a New York street, looking up at the Avengers flying around fighting each other, when this woman says to him, "But do they care a touch for the wedding of the moor folk?" Moor here meaning the type of land, moor folk meaning faerie folk. They hold each other's gaze for a moment, she grins, he laughs, low and strange. She continues, "You weren't thinking, were you?" She's a red-haired woman with an Irish accent, wearing a veil, though the wedding she mentioned isn't hers, and looking very out of place on the streets of New York with a bunch of flying lunatics duking it out in the background.

(Woke up. Reflected that this was obviously inspired by a conversation yesterday, about the spin-off show starting today and how I still haven't gotten around to seeing the Avengers movie, and how that must have made me subconsciously remember the X-men movie that I also haven't gotten around to seeing - completely forgetting at the time about the Affleck dream which seems to have actually kickstarted this whole superhero thing. Although I haven't seen the latest Batman either, so I guess that still fits the theme. Anyway - decided to finally get around to watching that movie before the spin-off airs, went back to sleep, and making that decision seemed to do the trick, no more superhero dreams tonight.)

Fragment involving driving to the beach with IRL acquaintances and seeing Iolaus on the side of the road, looking out over a river.

False awakening - don't remember the actual waking up part, but I was in my IRL home talking about the previous dream scene as a dream, and went on to talk about skinny dipping and Xena (separate topics). Over-steeped the tea while I was talking and went to toss it out, outside.

Outside I'm on a city street, and the trash can I use is right in front of a bookshop. Looking over the books in the window display, I start thinking about idolizing people and forgetting that they're only human, and eventually seeing their flaws and feeling let down, although you're the one who put them on a pedestal in the first place. Thinking about viewing the work and the writer separately as a balancing act, being able to see a writer's flaws as a person and to love their stories without the one contradicting the other. And the flip side of that, thinking about the stress on people who are idolized.

As I walk back to my apartment, I pass a cafe where a writer I know (a DC, no resemblance to any IRL writers I'm aware of) is sitting at a table with two women young enough to be his daughters or granddaughters. I stop to talk, and I say to him something along the lines of, yeah, you're idolized and you're only human, but the way you use your young, impressionable groupies is seriously creepy. One of the women gets up and leaves. The other stays.

But when I'm back in my apartment (which no longer bears any resemblance to IRL) and making a fresh cup of tea, I turn around and find that the woman who'd stayed is now sitting in my kitchen. I offer her a cup, she says no. She tells me haltingly that she's thinking about getting a job to support herself - maybe working for a political campaign, maybe going back to college, getting a degree and working in publishing - instead of relying on her writing.

non lucid
*I am in a book store with my friend samuel. Then I notice allot of korean friends from the past. One of my friend brought up a memory how I got this bad ass lap dance from some kid. This memory actually doesn't exist but in the dream I agreed. Then I ended up at a strip club drunk as hell. This fine ass strip with a fat ass asked if I wanted a lap dance. She asked me if I was mexican and I said no my dad is white and my mother is black.

My friends and I were having one last get-together before I moved away from the area. They were my old friends from my last few years of high school, and we were all sitting at this big picnic table that was out on the very edge of a wooden pier in the water. To get to the table, you had to cross another huge loading dock that was covered in shipping containers and fish, and also a a swinging wooden bridge that connected the two and was very wobbly. My friends were asking why I had to leave so soon and suggested I stay a few more days, but I knew I had to leave. I was staying in a big RV in an empty grassy field next to the dock, so technically I could've stayed as long as I wanted, but I really wanted to leave. We ate food and talked about the past for a while, and then I headed back to my RV. As I was crossing the wooden bridge, I heard them talking to each other, saying things like "He didn't have to leave so soon!" and "Well, he's never coming back, he never wanted to live in the south anyway." I went into the RV to pack up and secure some things, and noticed someone had put bacon in my pantry instead of in the fridge/freezer. It was still cold so I put it back in the freezer, and then took something else out of the freezer to put in the pantry. Then I realized I'd forgotten something back at the picnic table, so I ran back over there. But when I crossed the wooden bridge, the table was no longer on a pier anymore, it was on a hardwood floor with shelves in surrounding it. This didn't seem strange to me, though. I walked up to my friends but they didn't say anything to me, and that's when I looked at my reflection in the glass covering over one of the shelves and realized I was invisible and nobody could see me. I thought, "If I can just scare them, they'll be able to see me!" so I grabbed a little figurine on a shelf, broke off its ears and turned its eyes black so it looked super creepy, and then made it move in front of one of my friends. She screamed when she saw it, and immediately afterwards was able to see me. Then she told the others I was there invisible, and they all in turn let me scare them so they could see me as well.

It was late at night, and Cory and I were out looking for a place that would rent us a steam vacuum. I guess there was a huge stain in our carpet and we couldn't wait until morning to clean it up. We came across a stip mall that had a Stanley Steemer store, but I said they wouldn't be open and we should just go elsewhere. Cory said we should go check anyway, and it turned out they were open, but when we went up to the service counter, he immediately asked to reserve a copy of the new RoboCop movie on DVD. I was totally shocked because we only had the money for the vacuum and he'd just wasted it to reserve a movie that didn't come out until next year, so we went home vacuum-less.

It was the first day of school, and I was sitting in art class. The teacher had assigned us a project involving mixed media, and I'd chosen construction paper, highlighters, and colored pencils. I was trying to make a portrait of Yinepu, and worked very hard on it because I wanted it to be perfect, but I couldn't get the pieces of construction paper I'd cut to stay properly and had to resort to using the pencils for his head, and I was disappointed. I wanted to go back and fix it, but the class was over. As I was walking through the halls, everyone kept looking at me and giggling, and I had no idea why. After a few minutes of enduring it, I grabbed one of the gigglers and asked her what was so funny about me that made everyone laugh, and she pointed to the area above my head. I reached up but there was nothing there, and I realized they were seeing something I couldn't see, so I ignored them. Then I realized I had a lot of books from all my different classes, but I hadn't rented a locker yet, so I went up to the office and asked to rent one. The lady said it would be $65 for the year but when I paid the money, she said lockers wouldn't be assigned until tomorrow. I said "But what am I supposed to do with all these books?! I can't carry them all everywhere!" but she wouldn't help. Then I went to gym class, but the teacher wasn't there yet. There was a magazine rack next to the bleachers that had a copy of a Superman magazine with a drawing of Wonder Woman dressed in a Superman outfit. I was the only one there, so I just went out onto the middle of the basketball court and started rolling around like a cat. Then another student came in, a man with glasses who looked too old to be in school, and he asked me what I was doing. I told him "The teacher said today was act like a cat day." to see how many people I could get to join me in my silliness, and he actually believed me and started crawling around the floor. Soon, more students came, and the whole class was on the court acting like cats.

(This is from September 23rd, yesterday.)

There was some kind of gathering for a Christmas pageant. It was in the middle of the desert and surrounded by a chain link fence, so I climbed the fence and jumped over to join in the Christmas festivities. There was a stage with a bunch of people practicing a nativity play, and they were singing Christmas carols. I wanted to be in the play to play one of the angels, but then I heard the director say that the play would involve a daily commitment, and I knew I couldn't come every day since I technically didn't even belong here. I walked among the crowd of people around the stage, the actors singing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" and I sung along with them as did most of the crowd. After a while I remembered that I had a huge collection of reindeer hats and I wondered if I could sell them there, so I put one on my head. But as I was adjusting it, someone on a megaphone said they were going to have a contest where you had to tackle the guy in the antlers to win a prize. I immediately took off my reindeer hat because I didn't want to be mistaken for the guy they were supposed to tackle. A person came up to me and said they were having problems finding parking spaces for all the cars coming to the pageant, and he asked if I could help out by putting down markers showing each parking spot. I climbed back over the fence and started putting down markers, and every time I put down a marker, a car would appear out of nowhere and park there immediately.

I was in this camp, it was sort of like a colony, there were booths set up all along the bare dirt ground and festive-looking gypsy caravans around. All the people in the colony were seamstresses and tailor, and they all had different "animal attributes". Like there were people who were cat-people, who had cat ears and a tail and claws, and there were rabbit-people who had the fluffy bunny tail and bunny ears, etc. I was a cat-person and a novice seamstress. There was a celebration going on, and we pulled out a giant dragon pinata the size of a car, and everyone hit it with sticks until it exploded. But instead of candy, little miniature versions of clothes spilled out. They were like doll clothes, but we used mini clothes as sort of patterns to make actual clothes, so they were very valuable. Everyone got down and collected some loot, I remember picking up a mini plaid shirt and a weird pair of pants that had one leg a long jeans leg, and one leg a short-shorts leg. I thought it was very odd so I showed it to people saying "Look at these weird pants I found!" but none of them seemed interested. As I was scouring the ground, I saw a piece of paper that had about ten pairs of mini-pants glued to it, and I knew that wasn't part of the loot, it was a part of someone's portfolio. So I picked it up and I went over to a friend of mine, who was a rabbit-person with shoulder-length dark hair and glasses, and asked her if she knew who it belonged to. She took it and looked at it, and said it belonged to another person whose name was Kat, and was a cat-person like me who had grey cat ears and grey hair, and looked very anorexic. She gave me the paper back and I took it over to Kat. However, when I gave it to her, we both noticed it wasn't the same pants I'd found on the ground, it was a paper with a couple dresses on it! We realized my rabbit-friend had stolen her pants designs and switched them with some old dress designs. Kat was super pissed off but didn't want to confront her, so she stormed over to my friend's caravan tent, which was bigger than everyone else's and looked more like a two story house. She said she was going to climb up the side and through the window to see if her designs were in there, proving my friend stole them. I didn't want any fights to break out, so I whined and begged her not to break into the tent and said we could all work this out civilly. Kat would not listen and climbed up the side. I ran over to my rabbit-friend and told her Kat was going into her home to find the designs, but she didn't seem to care. I urgently told her she could easily run into her home from the front and beat Kat into the house, but she seemed to want Kat to find the designs. I think they had some kind of beef with each other and were just looking for a reason to fight.

A dream involving Bill Nye but I can't remember what it was about. I think he was yelling at me about something.

Yosemite Sam said he could stop my seizures by operating on my brain, and for some reason I thought that was a great idea so I got onto the operating table. He gave me anesthesia but not enough to knock me out completely, so I was still conscious and talking while he cut my head open I just couldn't feel anything. I heard the sounds of drilling and the vibrations, and then I saw him pull out a piece of my brain, it was like a little sphere of brain matter and reminded me of the Brain Surgeon from Dexter. He even put it in a little jar just like it. But I was really happy thinking I would never have seizures again, and then he sewed my skullcap back on and told me not to move my head around too quickly or the stitches would fall out.

This was my first time actually being able to do a lucid dream on purpose. And it just so happened to be a nightmare that I've had before.

It was middle of the day I was sitting in a medow with a pond with my right foot in the clear water and suddenly the sun was setting and it started to get cooler I got up and was starting to walk away from the water when suddenly a dark shadow was looming over me. I didn't turn around, but the hair on my arms and back of my neck were standing on end and I started to run to the house. There was a large Weeping Willow and I nearly tripped over the root caught myself before I could trip and I ran into the back door...like literally ran into the back door before I was able to open it and slam it close. As soon as I slammed it shut whatever was chasing me slammed into the door. I ran up the stairs, ran down a long hallway and I could hear heavy footfalls on the stairs. I stopped at a small door opened it, and fell down a long dark tunnel and into dark blue water, I could only see a little past my chest but other than that the water was dark. I heard whatever it was that was chasing me make a horrible growling noise and I dove under the water and swam through another tunnel where I came up for air there was a table with a chest on it, a small night stand with an old school tv with the rabbit ears on it. I don't remember what was on the tv, but as soon as I got to the chest I woke up. Just like always. Does anyone know what this means I've been having this nightmare for the past year, the house is always the same as well as the tree, but everything else changes.

Date: September 24, 2013
Technique: MILD & WBTB (hoping to DILD...didn't happen)
Fraggle=Fragment

Fraggle

Something about Diana Ross...I was at her concert and I was singing her songs

Ridiculous.

Morning of September 24, 2013. Tuesday.



We are living in a different house, seemingly some sort of apartment that is somewhat like the King Street boarding house except that the area that would otherwise be the downstairs foyer is extended out into a much larger living area, oriented east and west.

At one point, a light-haired young man comes in from his own entrance downstairs at the east side of the building, yet it seems the staircase is part of a larger room of our own living area as I am able to look up and see him walking up the steps. He yells really loudly to someone as he is walking up the steps and I hear his friend upstairs yell back. They are still talking at a ridiculous volume even when right next to each other. I am very annoyed. It reminds me of people in real life who talk as loudly as possible even though the other person may be close or even right next to them - have never made much sense of why people are like that (even when I was a child), and it is not when the person is angry, either. It is just another way to impose, while having no self-control or respect for others, I guess.

However, I take an odd approach to how I confront them. One of them comes downstairs again. I say (not aggressively), “Could you please stop shouting? There are other people who do not want to hear it.” I seem to be implying to him that I personally do not mind all the yelling. Strangely enough, he does not get angry. We have a somewhat lengthy and friendly conversation before he continues out of the building. I seem to be in my own place, near the middle of the living room, and he is in his own place by his front door at the bottom of the stairs, even though we seem to be in the same general living area (even the same room), yet living in our own separate homes at the same time - a scene/environment that would not make any sense in real life other than perhaps as with an apartment building with a shared court or similar area for such as hanging clothes or parking or such.

Time passes and things are picked up by an “invisible force” and thrown against the wall, including some of our children’s toys, such as Lego blocks. The furniture is not disturbed that much and I also feel a slight breeze as the curtains are swept back and torn somewhat, like as with larger claws - but I still do not feel very alarmed.

I speak out so that my wife and kids (who are in other rooms) are aware of the events. “It’s a poltergeist,” I say, rather unemotionally, informatively, and with authority, but as if it is not that big of a deal at all. I notice that the other man has returned and is in my family’s living area now. There is also a (fictional) hallway that runs north and south along the east wall of the foyer. I now realize that the other two younger males are ghosts, but usually not all that mischievous. He (the one that had used the stairs) makes a comment about how he has “been like this for awhile” as if he is uncertain of his place in life.

I look at the east wall of the hallway near where there is also a door. The other (dark-haired) ghost seems to be having problems getting through the wall downstairs just to the left of another actual door. His hands come out, glowing green, creating a somewhat interesting unknown emotion (not fear). I make a note of it to my family as if we are watching a performance at a circus or music venue. I go over and help him by pulling on his hands to help him complete his act of going through the wall. The two ghosts are thankful for my help. I even throw a few things around (not in any violent way, just sort of tossing a few unbreakable objects about) supposedly to help them gain confidence in knowing what to do in their apparent new roles as “bolder guys” (poltergeists) so that they can do more of what they are supposed to be doing as ghosts. I then hear some sort of instrumental music, sort of like a harpsichord, but it seems to be coming from an iPhone that one of the ghosts has(?) Eventually, I am aware there are words to the song but I only hear the first few lines, something about waiting at a bus stop and the weather being nice and sunny (from a ghost’s perspective or as light coming in through the window of an old dusty room) as I wake.

Even though I was annoyed by their shouting at first, ironically, I come to “understand” that the poltergeists are normally less loud and annoying than living people in the neighborhood.

Oddly enough, before I actually took any notice, the last three dreams on here (before mine - this being in reference to the dream journal site only) include some of the same scenes or details (not all of which I even included in this shorter entry anyway - but this has happened quite often before and I do not always comment on it):

Exorcism

2 Dragonflies

Grandmother’s Haunted House