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Night of June 11th, 2016

This dream fragment was rather short as I was rudely awakened mid-dream and not given any time to recollect the events of my dream.

It started at my grandparent's house in their upstairs area. Instead of the usual porch they had a room surrounded in glass (a glass room), and I was washing the windows. A cute guy was washing some nearby windows, and I whispered to him "I've got these ones, I got them dirty so I'll clean them." to give myself an excuse to be cleaning them. Sadly though, he left. I tried in the dream after this to be switched from window washing to another job, but couldn't. At this point I found out my grandmother adopted a by around 17 or 18. He looked around Middle Eastern descent, and was sitting between my grandma and I at her desk. We had an orange (replacing a birthday cake?) and something else on the table. He blew on the orange and started to cry when my sisters arrived and asked if it was my boyfriend. I obviously said no.

I was now at an auction/outdoor show type thing with many of the people from my school. It began with me returning home from a trip I am currently on and alerting my mother that I need new shoes for band, which starts next week. I run into a bunch of people from my school, the most prominent of which being: Caleb and David. Caleb and David are both on bikes, and David is refusing to talk. By pressing a button on his bike he lowers himself and presses another button which says something in a robotic voice.
Apparently, in this dream he was part of a group of guys who fought over whatever girl needed the attention the most. I ensured him I was fine and kept going. He chased me for a while but as we walked many of the girls started to pretend to cry to get his attention.
I passed my friend Tori.

I was in an apartment on holiday and had just got out of bed. I went downstairs into a brown brick stairwell.
On exciting the block I saw a man who was dressed with a long flowing cloak and headress. He was sneaking somewhere with his children and unbeknown to him I had seen him. It was a hilly desert region with small houses built into rock sides.
I reentered block not sure what to do. I found I was trapped in the stairwell so I called for my daughter to let me in.
Even though she was only small in the dream I knew she had super powers and could help me out.
She made the door appear again and came with me downstairs.
When we exited the apartment, we appeared to be in London, loads of people in the street. And Red london buses going up and down.
I was sure there was something wrong with this and kept asking is this really London as it did not seem right.
I found it hard to believe the DCs and was perplexed as to what had happened.

These 2 dreams are from about 4-5 days ago, I had a pretty hectic week and kept losing the time I needed to write them up.

Dream 1 - A man shot dead
I'm in a courtyard, there's a few buildings around it and it's a nice sunny day. I'm confronted by a man in a suit wielding a gun, he isn't a bad person though. He opens fire on me from the other side of the court, I start doing cartwheels, flips and all sorts of crazy evasive manoeuvres. I'm somehow dodging every single bullet, I remember thinking how lucky I was and how unlikely this is. Another man shows up, similar attire but maybe wearing a red tie and he gives of the impression that he's evil. He starts shooting at both me and the other guy, but I don't get hit. He lands 7 solid chest shots in the first suited man, the guy is lying on the ground bleeding out. I'm not sure but I may have beaten up the second shooter or he just disappeared. I go to the dying man, I feel so sorry for him... He's going to die and there's nothing that can be done to save him. "I know how you feel man, getting shot feels fuckin' horrible" I say. The feeling of what it feels like to be shot, the pressure, the cold, the hole oozing out blood.. It all flashes through my mind in a memory, I've experienced this myself in dreams and now I'm watching it happen to someone else. "Keep fighting man, that's what life is, make the world feel your will to live until the very last moment!" The guy goes limp 2 seconds later, the light fading from his eyes.

Dream 2 - Beating up a dinosaur
It's probably the Jurassic time period, I'm in a dense forest sitting the upper boughs of a tree with a brontosaurus next to me. I'm not sure how it was in the tree with me, since they're huge.. But it was just chilling next to me, it was both big and small at the same time. The context is that we're hiding from predators, but I'm new to this (I assume I've just travelled here through time maybe). The brontosaurus is teaching me how to hide and I'm following its example, copying the way he camouflages himself by staying still. We hear a carnivorous dinosaur on ground hunting, it doesn't know we're hear so we're safe. But then.. I snap a twig or something by wriggling to get a better view of it. Oh shit... I have to make a run for it, god damn it. I jump up and land on the ground, immediately bolting off in a sprint. I end up in a bigger more open area, I get the impression there are walls around somewhere.. Almost as if it's all just one HUGE cage. I decide to fight the predator back, it looks a bit like a tyrannosaurus. As I'm running I grab a vine and swing up, as the momentum brings me to peak height I prepare to swing back. Gravity pulls me down and I arc towards the predator. I kick it right in its face and jump off. I then do some CRAZY acrobatic kicks and beat the living crap out of it.

I recall only a short fragment. I was heading to my toilet - there was an utter mess, trash lying around, bare walls with all the plumbing and wiring visible. I was going there with a plunger.

Hey guys,
I am new to this so forgive me if i am doing it wrong. I found this website while looking on google for my problem .
And the problem is that everytime i am sick ,when i sleep i have a short dream then i wake up and if i go back to sleep i will have the same dream then wake up. And usually its a useless dream like playing a section of a video game over and over .Did this happen to anybody else ?

I woke up & knew I was dreaming but my husband kept talking to me right after I woke up so I lost the details but it was just an ordinary dream.

Alright, so my new job means I have to wake up super early every day, meaning I haven’t really been too great at lucidity lately. I’ve just kinda forgotten to even practice since I’ve been pretty stressed. I’m hoping to get it back up once I’m more adjusted to it and not incredibly stressed, but until then, I pretty much just have to do it on the weekends.

I’m in this conference room with Dan and Arin from Game Grumps. They’re having a very serious conversation with me about something, I think about being hired as an intern.

I’m in the living room of my house, and on the coffee table is a small makeup tin full of what I can only assume is cocaine. Next to the container is a long straw with a ton of curves and a random bulge in the middle. It kinda looks like one of those crazy straws for children, but apparently I’m supposed to use this to snort the coke. My dad walks in and seems confused by what I’m doing, but he obviously doesn’t care. I take a pinch of it and hold it under the end of the straw, while I stick the other end in my nose and inhale. I instantly feel super light, almost like I’m floating, even though I’m sitting completely still. The effect quickly wears off, however, so I for some reason decide to just stick the straw straight in the container and snort up all of it. My dad at this point has realized what I’m doing, but instead of getting mad, he seems incredibly curious, like he wants to try it himself. The dream switches before I find out what happens.

I’m in the main hallway of my old high school. There’s some locker decoration contest between the classes going on. The lockers stretch up super high, almost 30 feet up. I kinda wonder how people get to the top lockers. The freshman section of the hall has a ton of super high-tech decorations on their lockers, like huge LCD screens, laser light shows, motion detectors and holograms. I end up heading to lunch and meet up with one of my friends. Somehow the conversation gets on the topic of Asia, and I make some kind of unintentionally racist comment, which makes these three Asians sitting next to us glare at me. I suddenly regret saying it, and try to pass it off as okay because me and my friend are the minority in this situation, which means we’re allowed to make racist comments, or something like that... *facepalm*

I finally got up for my WBTB (first one I’ve been able to do in a long time with work and everything). I’m in this public park, where it’s almost night time. I know I’m dreaming already, and I remember that I’ve wanted to fight someone for some time now, so I go out searching for someone to fight. I walk through this dugout next to this very large baseball field. The first person I make eye contact with is a guy standing on the pitcher’s mound. He looks like a bodybuilder, someone that could easily kick my butt, so I decide it’s probably not a good idea to pick him for my first dream fight. So instead I go to centerfield, where there’s a red-headed woman that looks pretty friendly. I introduce myself, and she tells me her name is Donnie. I don’t even remember what I say to get the fight started, but she agrees fairly easily. At this point, everyone hears that we’re about to fight, so they create a huge circle around us to watch. We each go to our corners, where some random guys are giving advice and psyching me up for the fight. I’m not sure if it helps or not, but I feel incredibly relaxed, much more than I would be if I was in that situation in real life.

Someone from the middle of the circle shouts “Fight!”, and I turn around to face my opponent. Instead, I’m amazed to see that she’s transformed into a ten-foot-tall giant monster. She has a long, white body with claws for hands and a skull for a head. I kind of stare in shock and awe for a while, wondering how I’m gonna take her down. In desperation, I jump up and punch the monster in the crotch. She winces in pain and staggers backward. “Ha! You probably shouldn’t have transformed into a male giant freaky monster.” She transforms back into her normal form, at which point I take a running start and shove her backwards. She stumbles backwards into a brick wall and falls. I notice a large dumpster sitting next to her, so I use telekinesis to pick it up, lift it over her head, and drop it on top of her with a satisfying thud. I jump on top of the dumpster in victory, but I look down to see a three-inch-tall Donnie running out from under the dumpster. I’m about to pounce on top of her, but a sudden explosion from under the dumpster sends me flying into the air. I land on my face several feet away.

Donnie walks over and stands right next to me for a bit, before taking off in a full sprint. Apparently, this fight has now turned into a race. I’m okay with this, since I’m a much better runner than I am a fighter. I take off into a super-speed sprint and easily catch up with her, at which point she starts running faster to match my pace. We both keep running faster and faster, until I finally just lift my feet until I’m flying at the same speed. Without my legs restricting me, I easily speed past her, at which point the dream starts to destabilize.

I’m now crawling through some kind of ventilation system. It’s very tight, and I’m starting to get quite a bit claustrophobic. I still remember that I’m racing, so I try to find my way out, but it’s quite a maze through the vents. I hear a noise coming from around the corner, and I know that it’s Donnie. I try to sneak up on her and ambush her, but as I reach my hand out to move forward, she jumps out and bites down on my fingers. I use my thumb to grab her jaw and shake it around, trying to maybe get in a few hits against the walls while I try breaking my hand free from her grasp. This continues for a while. “Alright, this has gone on long enough. Listen, there’s no way we can get any good quality hits in such a small space. You wanna just call a truce until we can find our way out of here?”
“...Yeah, that’s probably best.”

She lets go of my hand, which thankfully doesn’t seem to hurt too bad. We crawl through the vents looking for an exit, while we just talk about something that I don’t remember. After several minutes of searching, we finally find a path to an exit and jump out. We’re in a maintenance room of a huge water park, and right beneath us is a huge rushing water slide. At this point, I think we’re both too tired to fight. Donnie jumps into the slide, and I follow right behind. The whole ride feels incredibly refreshing. The slide finally pours out into a huge pool area, the size of like 4 football fields. In the middle is a huge jungle gym area with climbing ropes, water cannons, and a ton of fun-looking stuff. We both just stick around here for a while until I wake up.

There was an evil man who lived in town, and Jasper and I both knew it. We seemed to be a part of a super hero team (he was even wearing a cape!) and were trying to get him so that we could kill him. He lived in a mansion and had at least two daughters (once of which was closer to our age, and the other was a younger girl who was probably seven or eight years old. The older daughter knew how terrible her father was and at some point in the dream was even with us in the car, plotting. The younger daughter was also with us . . . but I don't remember how (or when) she got in there.

The dad stepped out: he was wearing white clothes and had a full head of blond hair. It was raining and night time and he was yelling so much, but we weren't afraid (because fuck yeah super heroes). The older daughter disappeared and we were worried because she might be in there with her father, and who knows what he would do to her if he knew that she had changed her alliances?

So we were left with the younger girl, who clearly did not grasp the gravity of the situation and did not seem to fully understand just how bad of a person her dad was. It was terrible!

I remember I was in the back seat with her, trying to take care of her, while Jasper was the one trying to man the wheel. The girl started complaining that she was hungry, and she did so so much that we were about ready to give in. "We don't have the money for that," said Jasper.

"You have to have the money," she said. "It's not right if you don't. I want to go somewhere."

"And where do you want to go?" he asked, weary.

"Rat-E-Cheese."

"That place is expensive. It'll wipe out our bank card. Will that do it for you?"

She seemed to take the hint because she sat down in an odd angle in the car seat and didn't say anything for a couple of moments. Then, when Jasper and I thought she was done, she said, "Yeah, that'll do it though!"

We decided that we did need to feed her somehow or another. Jasper knew where Rat-E-Cheese was and set off. We were talking about our battle plans when, half-way through, we realized that the girl was no longer with us. We thought that she might have been re-captured by her father, or even that she had fallen out of the car door. We inherently knew that she was safe for the moment, though, and kept going until we could find a place where we could turn around, and while we were doing so we used that time to keep talking about battle plans.

"We don't need to tell that girl what her father is, though," said Jasper.

"I know, that would be shitty." I was thinking about all of the times my mom had talked so badly about my own dad to me. I knew "what he was" then, but it was nonetheless distressing hearing it come from her. I wondered what we were going to do when we actually broke into the mansion. I pictured killing him beside his fireplace by chopping off his head, and then finding the little girl afterwards and trying to explain that she was going to be living with us from now on. Even in my head that didn't sound like it was going to go down well.

We passed Rat-E-Cheese before we were able to turn around, and when we did I realized that it was just a knock-off version of Chuck-E-Cheese (even "Chuck-E," which was painted on the building, was just a more realistic rat). I told Jasper that it was a good thing we didn't take her to that place anyway, because we could do better.

Myself and someone else (Jasper? Mama?) was at the laundry mat at night. The people I was with had started watching a movie on the TVs, and another guy with darkish hair seemed to take a liking to me and was "chatting me up," or . . . something like that. I think he was holding my hand? And at some point I told him something and he said that I didn't have to do this or that just to impress him(?), and I remember thinking that he had the wrong idea entirely.

There was also a part where I looked up Romeo's birth chart. . . .

I was in my brothers bedroom thinking it was my room. I was on the bed trying to sleep so I could become lucid. I felt fine relaxing until I ended up inside a dream within the dream. My mother ended up being by my side this time. I think I flew out of the house and went around but there was something about the setting that was unsettling so I changed it somehow.

Than I had a false awakening and woke up in my backyard. But I was next to my mom and sitting on a skull."How'd I get here I!?" I thought staring at the skull as I moved away from it. After looking at it I realized why it was there."It's not a bad symbol, its just there because I saw Undertale videos last night and papyrus was in it".

After that I followed two dcs, not my mom, into the house through the backyard door. But I felt I couldn't move as quick as them. Than dream characters that acted as zombies began to appear. I grabbed onto one of the dream characters begging him to pull me in. He started to look like Sans from Undertale now and pulled me in. We than closed the second door after we were in the hallway.

I followed the dcs through the hall and as I was following them they stopped near the bedroom that Dawn use to appear in a lot. Except it was closed. I questioned why they stopped here than I remembered about Dawn. But I wasn't really interested in seeing him. "Lets just go" I said. I walked but than looked back at the exit door. It was now black with a Yellow person standing near it unable to move.

I was scared(since I haven't been lucid in a while)but than calmed myself and reminded myself that I was in control of the dream. After talking to the characters about something I don't remember, maybe the environment, I turned the corner and saw something weird. I ignored it and went upstairs. To my surprise there were parakeet cages beside my dad and younger brother.

Well my lucidity went out the window and as soon as I saw a parakeet on the floor I started panicking a little. I picked them up one by one somewhat aware it was a dream but pulled into the dream by the birds. I quickly rounded up the birds I saw but than someone gave me a book. It was dark brown and covered in green leafy stuff. There was also something in the middle of the cover that looked like a small leafy green shaped dragonfly taped to the cover. (Guess the bee task went out the window too)"Is this a moth or is it a bird?..."I thought.

I get a vague feeling someone randomly made a joke about "falling"that was suppose to be funny and possibly written in "DCs say the darnest things" thread.Yeah, it did happen but it was somewhere earlier In the dream.

Anyways I took out the leafy thing taped to the book and continued looking for the birds. "Don't just stand there! Help me!"I shouted to my brother. He started helping me too. I decided to check downstairs and as I was walking down I saw more parakeets. "Oh no. Please. Come to me."I said worried as I tried picking up the birds with only two hands. "There's more downstairs!!"I shouted as I quickly tried to round up the fat ones, thin ones and hurt ones. There was even one with only half a body but still moving. I thought he was born that way. But quickly picked him up because I felt sympathy for him.

I than went upstairs and brought a few into the cage. Than ran back down and tried collecting more by hoping they would perch on my arms. By now the hallway expanded into what seemed like a huge library with tall orange colored book shelves.
As I was picking up the birds Eye tried to get my attention. But I ignored him because I felt the parakeets needed me. Especially when now there was other parrots into the mix.

Eye than took a couple of parakeets and let a white one mixed with sky blue fly into the air."Hey! Look what I did with the sky blue parakeet!" he called out to me as the sky blue one mixed with white did a loop in the air next to him."Come watch the bird show!"he called out like a circus ring master.I than turned away from him quickly picking up the parakeets that ran away from me. Even though I wanted to pay attention to him the parakeets and parrots were not safe.

I managed to pick up a few and passed by Eye. Where I saw my brother walking trying to grab one, unaware of the yellow one walking on the floor chasing another yellow type of parakeet."Wait!!"I shouted as I grabbed his shirt and pulled it. He kept moving but than turned diagonally to get another parakeet. The yellow ones were safe under a painting thing.

I breathed in and out relieved. Than turned and saw a white parakeet flying away from a bigger white parrot. "Nooo!! Get away from her!!"I shouted. Trying to reach for them. But than it happened. The bigger parrot grabbed the small white parakeet with its feet."Nooooooooooooo!!!"I cried out grabbing what I thought was the parakeet from the parrot. The parrot flew away and what I grabbed was a orange/white fish that resembled a angel fish. I let it go and noticed the white parakeet on the ground. "Nooooooo...."I said so upset when I saw the parakeet on the ground not moving. I turned it and saw that its beak was open and a curved organ of the bird was sticking outside its mouth. It cried a little and I felt some wet stuff spray from the bird onto my face.

Eye came up behind me."That's nature for you"he said without remorse in his voice."I need to wash my face. That bird organ must have sprayed something at me.."I thought now worried about the germs. I got up noticing the environment had changed into a castle or theme park with water fountains all around. I wanted to go wash my face in one but Eye got my attention again. The setting slowly became black and I started to wake up."You gonna say sorry?" I heard Eye ask than I woke up.

Afterwards I had a non lucid dream a vampire kidnapped me and I fought him with his own knife.

First dream

I was in a huge city, parking my car in shopping mall's parking. It was summertime and I drove there to visit my mother in her new workplace. I couldn't find myself a suitable spot to park. When I finally found it I left it and entered the mall. It was heavily crowded. I met my previous teacher, but she was thirty years older. An elderly woman with completely white hair. She was wearing a dress with strange patterns. We talked for a while. Someone was laughing from me, I felt that the whole mall is full of people I didn't liked. After a long while I finally met my mother, but she had to work. I left her and decided to get into my car and drove away. On the way to the parking I heard and saw people I knew and didn't liked very much, gathered into one place and watching me, laughing. I got nervous and run towards my car, kicking someone on the way. When I finally entered the car, I decided to check where's nearby computer store.

Second dream

I was testing a computer game of my design, checking how combat moves combination work. I was wandering around volcanic lands, fighting with monsters.

Night of June 10th, 2016: Gym Class // A Wild Ex Has Appeared!

Here are two dream fragments from last night:
In dream fragment #1, I was in some sort of gym class. It wasn't in my school's gym, but rather a huge, dark room with no windows and reddish-yellow lighting. Many other girls were in there, and we were told to do a few different tasks, one of which I remember. We were asked to run from one side to the other. My feet got incredibly heavy as I did this though, and it felt like I was moving through water or as if I had chains wrapped around my ankles: slow. I turned to ask the other girls what was going on but I got no response
In the second dream fragment, I was peering down a hole in the ground into the "bedroom" of my ex boyfriend (the one represented by the more intelligent gorilla in last night's dream). It was dirty and cluttered, and he sat in it.
//dreamcut// We are suddenly in my grandmother's basement, him on her couch.
I don't remember any more than that, but I'll update this if I do.

Night of June 10th, 2016: Gym Class // A Wild Ex Has Appeared!

Here are two dream fragments from last night:
In dream fragment #1, I was in some sort of gym class. It wasn't in my school's gym, but rather a huge, dark room with no windows and reddish-yellow lighting. Many other girls were in there, and we were told to do a few different tasks, one of which I remember. We were asked to run from one side to the other. My feet got incredibly heavy as I did this though, and it felt like I was moving through water or as if I had chains wrapped around my ankles: slow. I turned to ask the other girls what was going on but I got no response
In the second dream fragment, I was peering down a hole in the ground into the "bedroom" of my ex boyfriend (the one represented by the more intelligent gorilla in last night's dream). It was dirty and cluttered, and he sat in it.
//dreamcut// We are suddenly in my grandmother's basement, him on her couch.
I don't remember any more than that, but I'll update this if I do.

Morning of November 2, 2016. Wednesday.



My dream’s backstory and beginning is not that clear but implies getting on a train and going on a special journey to somewhere undetermined. After I get on the train I enter a mode of non-lucid dream control. I get the idea that “anything can happen” on this train ride and that it might even be some sort of bizarre fairground ride, whereby the train may not even be moving at one point even though most of the passengers assume it is real and going to perhaps another country or even an unexplored region.

At one point, scenes of what seem like the surfaces of a couple different planets (one view somewhat Mars-like) are viewed through the window of the train. A couple young girls gasp and point. I am vaguely aware that I somehow created the events yet I do not become actively lucid at any point.

After several minutes, what looks like a large town is passing by the windows, except the view is consistently upside-down. People do not seem to be all that concerned and I can tell it is obviously fake. I can even see a black band along the bottom of the rolling imagery a few times, as if it is not fixed to the mechanism correctly, which is apparently like a conveyor belt rotated ninety degrees to the vertical position and displaying a long strip of paper that features the photographic detail. I feel slightly disappointed at the intelligence of some of the other passengers in their apparent thinking that it is real though I do not say anything.

Eventually, we come to a stop near a supposedly unexplored jungle. I wander to a clearing with an unknown male. There is a large circular hole in the ground. There also seem to be a few larger concentric arcs about the opening. This causes me to become puzzled and I wonder how pieces of ground could stay up as such. There are at least two monkeys in the large spherical pit that are small and of no threat. I do not get as close to the opening as the other male and advise him to be careful, as the additional arced openings do not seem logical or even possible (unless perhaps strong rods with platforms are under the narrower sections of isolated ground though this does not seem to be the case) yet no lucidity is triggered.

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Morning of June 11, 2016. Saturday.



In my dream, where I seem to somehow be a different person or character yet still feel like myself in most ways, I am an individual who has traveled around extensively and I am also seemingly a hunter in the manner of Sam and Dean Winchester from the “Supernatural” television series. I am aware that they have been called in to face the most difficult “monster” that they had ever dealt with. This creature is supposedly impossible to kill but can be subdued for a time until it rises again. It is kept in a cage on an isolated property (I assume in America, possibly Ohio) reachable by an old back road. Sam and Dean are on the scene.

I meet with them to help them at the location where the creature is presently sleeping in a cage though supposedly about to rise and kill a number of people. They seem hesitant at first but then are totally okay with me being there and both are receptive of my authority and apparent advanced skills (though on one level I know that this is pretense and that I am “creating everything under my will” even though I am not at all lucid in any way, as this is a state of awareness that I have experienced thousands of times in dream states since earliest memory).

I tell them that I know James (although I actually mean Bobby Singer), having gained much experience from him, and they seem to understand and are happy with it.

We are preparing for the upcoming battle as we are told by the owner of the property that the monster is stirring. It is apparently some sort of anthropomorphic white stork (with fur as well as feathers) with deadly far-reaching supernatural powers. We are told to get some weapons. These “weapons” turn out to be large pillow-like hessian sandbags (obvious dream sign) filled with some sort of magical concoction to help put the beast back to sleep (another obvious situational concurrent dream sign). These “pillows” which are aligned along the fence (concurrent liminal space symbol), some slightly buried (implied to be at a deeper level of concurrent awareness within the dream state), are taken out by us. I also see a few barbells in the dirt but decide we may not need these.

We go into the house and one side of a large room is like a jail. The monster is inside but starting to move around. At first it looks like a white-furred Bigfoot but it eventually becomes somewhat of an anthropomorphic stork. This stork creature is ready to attack (even though it is in the cage).

The owner of the residence opens the cage door and we go in. Sam and Dean Winchester start hitting this creature with the “pillows” as hard as they can. Powder flies through the air but not enough to lower the visibility of the scene by that much. I join in and also whack this “stork-monster” (of human height) with my “pillow”. It seems to remain dazed and never fully stands up at any point. Sam, Dean, and I soon leave this “cage” and start talking in the other area of the room with the owner.

Soon however, the creature is active again but now appears totally human; a dark-haired female of perhaps thirty. Her hands are raised up and out in mimicry of a spider or martial arts position and she is apparently a powerful destructive witch. As I stare her down, my dream becomes more and more vivid and intense. Orange lightning (conscious mind symbol) comes from her hands and her hair stands up, but I am also able to raise my own hands in defense. Simply by holding my gaze and moving my hands out and around a bit, she eventually falls back and is defeated for another cycle.

“Awesome,” says Dean as Sam smiles and nods in my direction, both from my left (even though a “witch” like me would not be liked by them in the actual television series).

After this, we all get in a car. Dean drives though Sam sits in the back seat (on my right) in Speedo swimwear. He is singing some sort of song and using words like “Speedo”, “Guido”, and “Buido” and Dean looks back at him as if greatly annoyed.

To those who understand dreams and their nature (though there are various types), this is a surreal but typical sleeping, dreaming, and waking adventure all in metaphor. Nothing could be more obvious than that than slapping a white bird with a pillow to put it to sleep (especially when inside a cage or jail which represents restricting the energies of the preconscious state). The white bird is a moon (dream induction) sign, a typical concurrent consciousness displacement symbol, and this entire series of dream events is a metaphor for circadian rhythms and the waking transition as is often the case.

The clever references in the song seem at least partly related to trolls on the Internet, unfortunately (which is something that in all honesty is pointless to dream about as nothing can really be done about them). “Guido” is a possible play on “Guido van Helten” which in turn is a play on VonHelton, the bizarre narcissistic YouTube troll, who is possibly one of the strangest personas and crazed individuals on the Internet. “Buido” apparently has various associations. However, in Spanish, it mostly seems to be a reference to something that is corrugated, fluted, or sharp. It is associated with “puntiagudo” (“pointed”) or “con punta aguda” (“with a sharp point”), which is obviously a play on my birthplace of “Punta Gorda” (or “Fat Point” in describing the shape of the region), which is a dream reference to returning to who I really am in whole consciousness, as a sort of “rebirth”.