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    1. Careless Landing

      by , 04-04-2015 at 10:04 AM
      Morning of April 4, 2015. Saturday.



      In this dream, there is an airplane with two younger pilots that is landing on the streets of, I think, La Crosse (though as is often the case, something is rotated perpendicularly to its real placement, in this case, the parking garage area). The pilots are given instructions on what street to land on, though it seems to be a smaller passenger plane, though not with passengers, and the situation is not very realistic in terms of size orientation. (It is doubtful such a plane would be able to land on the street of a residential area, with or without cars parked on either side.)

      I reflect with certainty on how the airplane, after landing, is then going to continue to coast, turn a bit to the left, and crash into the multi-storey car park (or “parkade”), which it soon actually does, about four blocks north (from where I am viewing the event), on the southeast corner of that block. At this point, my dream is similar to another recent crash dream (concerning the train derailment) where everything seems to move with impossibly slow speed. There is an unknown male (possibly an unidentified classmate from my middle school years) with me. We avoid the flying debris (which is unrealistic considering how far away the building is) by walking about half a block to the west, but as with my other dream, I choose to go back to where I was to continue watching. However, I am not threatened in any way, or hit by any flying bits of concrete as the building is still slowly breaking up (and “exploding outward in slow motion”) at the bottom only. I watch the building slowly collapse and at one point another identical building, more to the west, also seems to collapse (without any reason) and rebuild itself a few times over (which seems to have something to do with my in-dream thought continuity). At this point, I lose interest and slowly wake.

      In a way, this seems associated with past dreams; one where I “froze” a tidal wave (though with the water’s energy still vividly cycling through the form) as well as one where easily I “froze” a nuclear explosion but of which was still very slowly unfolding, though with more than enough time to leave the area on a spacecraft.


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    2. “Domino” Explosions

      by , 07-16-2014 at 12:16 PM
      Morning of July 16, 2014. Wednesday.



      Zsuzsanna and our family and I appear to be living on Barolin Street though it seems more like my Cubitis bedroom inside at one point. There is no fence as on Barolin Street and the house is much closer to the road (Highway Seventeen) than the Cubitis house was, so it is an interesting new composite as is usually the case.

      I have this unusual heightened sense of mortality for some reason, especially at one point where I am lying on the bed near the windows. It seems to relate to our bedroom’s closeness to the main road and the steady traffic. However, it also seems to relate to airplanes that fly over now and then. This dream soon seems to be directly influenced and “scripted” by noises outside, including at least two low-flying airplanes.

      The airplane in my dream is flying south (assuming Cubitis - but north if assuming Barolin Street). It is fairly loud and seems to land in an area of town I cannot fully see as it moves down behind the buildings, though it does not seem to be landing in the right area. I hold the anticipatory impression that there will be a crash landing. Even though it is likely in the distance, perhaps two to four miles away, there is an explosion that affects all of the cars on the road just outside, which are also all going south, the explosion’s repercussions being like some sort of domino effect. It is unusual in that the airplane’s explosion seems to mildly threaten our house with debris or fire even though it is supposedly far away. Not only that, each and every car’s engine explodes very quickly and smoothy in a series (south to north) and yet not a single person is hurt. They just get out of their car and look around. Of course, they cannot drive their car anymore at this point. Only the one part of the front of the car looks a bit damaged or different, in some cases, only larger and more squarish.

      This scene repeats a little later but this time with a little more detail. It is almost as if this happens on a regular basis since we seem to know what to do in going into a different room in the house for a short time. After the explosions, I look outside and see all the people standing near the cars (all on the right side) and very similar minor damage to each front, all cars in an even row, equidistant, and all similar models. After I wake, I hear an airplane flying overhead after a short time in reality, thus there is not much to this dream other than RAS mediation triggered by real low-flying airplanes - even though it would otherwise be typical autosymbolism related to vestibular system ambiguity, which is why I also typically “expect crash landings” in the dream state regarding subliminal associations with the usual waking start or falling sensation as such. Additionally, the people on the right of their car relates to waking symbolism most often being to the right.


    3. Losing My Job; Airplane Crashing; Meteor EOTW; Selling Cable

      by , 10-30-2012 at 02:48 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I was crying because I was going to lose my job. I found myself in a strange office. I was about to throw up because of my situation. I was going to throw up behind my chair, but I looked out a window to see if I was being watched on camera. There were cameras lined up every 6 or 8 inches at the crown molding of the office, so I didn't throw up.

      I went down stairs never having found out if I lost my job. Down stairs I saw several people wearing special Swat type uniforms. There were 3 different types of uniform, all of a similar but different type of riot police type uniform.

      One of the head people was a lady. She was outside in a car, and when she pulled off, she took part of the building with her. It was attached to, and part of her car. It made it so that there was no trace that the building had ever been there.

      ~

      I was in an airplane. We were crashing. People were sliding all over as there was no conventional seating.

      ~

      I was outside. There was a meteor going across the sky. I moved to a clearing in the trees to see it better. The sky was full of like 10 meteors. It seemed as though the sky was on fire. It was the end of the world. That was a wild visual.

      ~

      I was selling some time of Cable service with M. S. I was looking for a certain apartment. The apartments didn't have numbers, but I had a hand held device that told me the address of each apartment as I passed the door.

      I was trying to sell to a blond lady. I tried 3 times over a couple days to sell her. I finally told her that I would sell someone else. "I'm not going to keep selling you if you don't want it."

      I then went to another job. I was nervous I wouldn't be able to sell the next person either. I drove and had a false memory that I'd been to a house where I might have turned left, but I was turning right.

      As I was trying to sell at the next apartment, M. S. asked if I had a calculator. I told him I did. He said he had about a hundred, and that some people had more than two hundred. He said that his were all the same--they simply broke up numbers differently.
    4. Saving the world or something.

      by , 09-29-2012 at 06:09 AM (Zechariah's Dream Journal)
      Last night's dream were a lot more interesting than the other's I've been having recently. They started out at a very, very large fancy school. It had large halls and glass walls, and a very well decorated exterior. I think, that somehow this school was also a private airport in the back courtyard. Also, they had rooms that people could board in for a few nights like a motel. It was a big place. My wife and I, and a friend were boarding there for the night, but things went south when the alarms started sounding. The building began being invaded by a terrorist army. There was a ton of commotion in the front part of the building, but most of the kids at school didn't hear it yet. I sent my wife out of the back to escape, and then ran through the halls hollering at the top of my lungs about what was going on, warning the rest of the building.
      My friend and I went up to our room and grabbed the little things we had, and escaped. He told me he had seen this happen before, and he knew what to do. We escaped the building and fled.
      The whole dream changed to another story, but the measure of alarm was still at large. In this portion of the dream, I was accompanied by the Winchester brothers from the T.V. show Supernatural (Sam and Dean). We were plotting a plan of attack on the enemy invasion. There's a few short sections of this part that I don't remember, but then I remember hurrying into a motel- where I met Bobby. If you haven't watched the show, it won't make sense- but Bobby at this point was a ghost, and he was on the verge of losing his mind and becoming a vengeful spirit. I managed to calm his commotion and level his head after a good minute of yelling and reasoning.
      We came to an understanding, and all sat down to make a plan. I have no idea how it got to this, but the plan was- to crash a plane into the enemy. And they did. Sam and Dean crashed a plane into the bad guys and somehow survived. I'll attribute it to their main character status.
      After that, there was a final battle scene where somehow- the enemies got their hands on a large group of super powers, making their appearance and abilities mimic exactly those of comic book heroes and videogame characters. Luckily, a make-shift group of civilians aided us in gainin those same powers and fighting them back off. Some time right after the large battle of flashing lights and explosions, I became lucid and was walking down the street towards where the commotion had been. Some teenaged boy kept trying to talk to me and panick to me, but... I knew it was a dream then and didn't care much. I floated him up in the air and threw him a good mile or two so I would be distracted. I was in the dream for a while longer but my alarm went off. And I faded into the next set of dreams.
    5. 12/29-30/2011 (Various things, and a brief WILD)

      by , 12-30-2011 at 11:01 PM (The Labrynth of the Mind)
      75mg vitamin B6 before bed.

      My friend the spy

      I am visiting with my brother's fiancee for some reason. As we are visiting, people start chasing us. It turns out that she is some kind of a spy, and there is an organization out to get her. We go running across the rooftops of some city, chased by people who are shooting.

      Later on I am discussing this adventure with someone, and reflecting on how I didn't mind running along ledges and other death defying stunts when I was being chased. I also wonder if this girl has a sister that might be single.

      Grandfather falling on hard times

      My Grandfather has lost a lot of money somehow, and is trying to raise money. Some creepy looking guys show up, and they begin discussing the possibility of him selling the grandkids as slaves. After the creepy guys leave, I make sure that my Grandfather really isn't planning to sell us to them.

      I solve a mystery

      My family and I are standing outside watching an airplane. The plane is flailing around strangely in the sky, flying way up into the air and then back down. Then it starts to shake, and fall apart. It breaks into pieces, and falls to the ground. Actually, it falls into some kind of water because it creates a small tidal wave that I am concerned will hit us. By the time it reaches us though, it just makes our feet wet.

      We are seperated from the airplane crash by a bunch of shelving, or something like that. As I examine all of these things, I (or we) are reminded of something that happened that is in some way related. I crawl under the shelves to examine the wreck (which is now part of a satellite), and poke around looking for bodies, I think. I don't see any, but I do find an electronic device that makes something important click in my mind. I've solved the case! I seem to recall the dream starting to get creepy around now, but when I solve the case everything brigthens and becomes cheerful. I think I become Monk again, or at least I pretend that I am. "I've got it!" I shout behind me. "Here's what happened," I begin, but I don't remember what happened.

      Small WILD

      I wake up in bed. As I usually do any more, I do a nose pinch RC. I can still breathe which puzzles me at first. But as I realize that I must be dreaming I also seem to become aware that I am waking up, or am awake already and I haven't even pinched my nose. I don't know if this part happened or if it was a false awakening, but I decide to try a WILD from this point. Or maybe it's a DEILD, I forget what the exact technique is here. Anyway, a dream forms around me within seconds. I find myself walking into an electronics store with a friend. I'm not very satisfied with this dream, although I don't know why looking back on it. I try to find ways to anchor myself to the dream. My friend sits down with a sort of Iphone or IPad. I look around, trying to hold on. I can't remember what happens after this.
    6. 08 Nov: plane crash and lucid meditation

      by , 11-08-2010 at 01:50 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      I've been having difficulties in finding the time to post my dreams, so I have a bunch of them waiting in line. I will post recent and old ones, interspersed, or I'll never catch up with the date.


      01:30 GMT

      Volunteering late night
      I'm in what seems to be a mall, doing some voluntary work for some people. But they are quite snobish. I even spend a lot of money in a coat because of them and in the end they just couldn't care less about my efforts or my dedication. It's late night and my boyfriend drives us home through some roads we don't know and he feels lost, but I follow my intuition and we're on the right track.
      [in RL we'd just been doing that: on a mall, getting food for the homeless people and then got back through a new road but our intuition guided us right home. No snobs involved, though.]

      05:05 GMT

      Guru on a librabry on a mall
      Again in a mall. Shop visiting. Remember picking up some bras, but didn't buy them. There was some guy's presence - guy who had a crush on me or vice-versa, but can't recall what happened. Then I am at cash register and there's beautiful fairy dolls on the counter for only 1 EUR. I want to take one for my mother, but as I try to choose which one is cuter, the dolls inside don't match the picture outside. On one of the boxes, there's a cute fairy in red on the box's outside but inside it's military toys. I give up on that.
      Then I move on to a library and remember looking at the books, but soon I spotted a staircase leading to a second floor and because I see many familiar faces, I decide to climb upstairs. On the second floor I find many buddhist practicioners sitting on cushions and some monks and lamas. They are waiting for the beginning of some teachings but I see the teacher and I don't recognize him. It is a young boy, with an indian look, more hindu-like than buddhist, but I'm curious to hear what he has to teach, so I also look for a place to sit. There are seats right in front of his trone,but they are reserved and I am sent to another room where people have to follow the teachings through a TV screen. I loose a bit of interest and I am trying to decide to stay or not, when..


      Plane crash
      I am instantly transported to inside an airplane. It's a big one and it's making a long trip. It's coming from Sweden, or going to Sweden or of a swedish company or at least I think so. I'm sitting on one of the seats and the airplane suddendly plunges almost vertically. I feel that rollercoaster stomach feeling very clearly as if it was real, but I think "It will be just fine." And the plane recovers for a while. Then I have a vision of a road full of ups and downs and bathed by the moonlight when the plane starts to sink again. I turn back on my seat and put my knees on the seat and grab the back of the chair with both arms. It helps reducing the feeling on the stomach, but now I'm concerned that I'm going to die, so that sensation is the least of my problems. Then I have another vision, I'm hovering above the plane and I see it crashing against some huge glass wall. Then I am floating above the earth and see the beautiful oceans, green land and fluffy clouds. Then I feel I am transported back again to inside the airplane and I can sense that the crashing on the ground is about to happen, but then I have another vision of kids playing on the street, laughing and chatting and then... I go into nothingness and in slow motion I start to wake up. I feel like I really died and this is my after-life dream.

      Meditating
      After a while I fell asleep again and I went back to a dream I immediately knew I had already dreamed before the plane crash, but hadn't been able to recall. So now I have an opportunity to remember it again, although it's not so interesting.
      I was in my old office in Brussels and in front of me is my ex-boss who had a big crush on me and vice-versa. I look at him, knowing that I am dreaming, and trying to figure out if he is just a DC or if this is a shared dream. He looks quite real to me, but we never know for sure. I am pushed by my office colleagues to the elevator and we all descend to the -2 level. We're preparing to go somewhere but we wait for a second group (that didn't fit on the elevator with us) and which includes my boss. I wat to see him again, because a shared dream with him would be worthwile exploring. But then someone comes and says he got out on -1 level with the others and I decide it's not worth my time to go look for him.
      I decide to check this floor and to think about next lucid step. I remember that my guru told me to just sit and meditate but once again the usula problem: too many people around who will distract me. Then I see a door that leads to a huge warehouse-type of place and there's people there too, but I spot a kind of pedestal and I fly to sit on top of it. I'm sure nobody will disturb me up there. I cross my legs, I can distinctively see the floor and my legs and the veins in my legs. I feel confortable and because I totally focus my eyes on the floor, all the rest of the dream scenario fades around me. I forgot the vizualisations I was supposed to do, but I just breathe in and out without loosing focus and feel happy that it is working. Then I experience total loss of weight, I feel floating myself in space and then I get a sensation that I am plunging backwards with my head into a black-hole. I don't allow it to scare me. It actually feels very blissful. I let myself go with this falling sensation and then I feel sort of vibrations in my temples, then forehead and then eyes. In the end it feels more like someone is tapping on my head, but I stay relaxed. Then I feel I am close to wake, because I can hear the street noise, the kids going to school, car engines strating, etc. But I hold on and then I wake up to realise I'm still in a dream. I'm back in the warehouse but now there's a mirror in front of me. I look at it and I don't know now what to do. Should have went back to meditation but instead I plunged in the mirror and went to the black void again. More vibrations, more falling sensation. Almost waking up, hearing the street noises again and then waking up again in a dream. This happened maybe 3 or 4 times through different ways and led me to think I was again in a loop not managing to wake up - but this time I didn't really want to anyway.
      Last time I wake up in front of the mirror, I am dressed in a green barely covering the skin, outfit, with a kind of corselet with ties across my chest and stomach with lots of skin showing and hot pants. I felt hot. I wanted to see my boobies. I opened the corselet but was disappointed to see that my boobies were actually smaller than in RL. Oh well... I could try to make them bigger, but what was the point. I am still admiring my dream body so I get all naked. Then some guy comes and says they need to close the warehouse so I need to go away - nevermind he has a hot naked girl in front of him. So I flew away to the exit and now my lucidity was dropping fast. Just remember entering a bar where lots of guys were having a drink but none of them seemed to care about the hot naked lady who just came in. I didn't know anymore what was the point of this dream, so I gave up and woke up.

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