NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG 23:00 GMT – sleep Fragments: - Dream about the people I had a meeting with during the day - Sequence of aliens/monsters attacking people and ways to fight them (apparently music distracted them) - Preparing bed to sleep on that place populated by those aliens/monsters - A collage of movie scenes with Tom Cruise, making fun of him, showing how gay he is 4:45 GMT More fragments: - On a big house with a yard. I’m locking the doors. But someone is on the garden and we start talking about something - At my friend Isabel’s preparing the visit of our guru to our country. More people are there but I don’t want them to know who is coming 6:00 GMT Even more fragments: - I’m on my desk and a little bird enters through the window and lands on the desk. Some kids appear and they are crazy about the bird but I don’t allow them to grab the bird. I pick it up very gently but the bird is dying. I try to revive it and it becomes a transparent horsefish filled with oil - I’m hiking a mountain with 2 couples. I remember distinctively that one of the ladies is in shorts and tank top. I wonder how she is not freezing. We cross a dangerous crack in the ice and keep going. - I’m on some open air space and decide to lift off, but it’s one of those days in which flying is not so easy. Instead I decide to climb the air, as if it had invisible steps or platforms and I am actually having fun with it A cult zombie army I’m in the middle of some barbecue and I’m invited to sit and join it but I say only if they have vegetables. This starts a discussion – a girl there says she would like to eat vegetarian more often but she has no means. I just go ballistic and say to her “What do you mean by no means? Is it really that hard to find some rice and beans on the supermarket? Vegetables? Are those things really that hard to find or to buy? Please!” I know I was a bit over the top and she got really offended, but didn’t reply. The conversation ended there. Then some strange cult people, kind of hindus but not really sure, come to me trying to convince me to join in. I say no thanks, although appreciate their thought and I go inside this kind of dinner (the barbecue tables still outside). They insist, saying that Simon says I have to. I push them away and they attack me. One guy is Greco-roman fighting me and a girl is biting my ass repeatedly and it really hurts. I tell them to wake up from whatever trance they are in. They give up on me but then send me their boss. He tries to convince me but I threaten to denounce him as a fraud. I kick him out from where we are and I shout outside that his followers should no longer accept whatever pills he is giving to them, because it is just mind control. Then we both realise that in the push and pull, he dropped a book, like a journal and as he thinks it is crucial to get it back without me noticing, I read it in his mind and I close the door immediately, as I must find out what is in the book. I try to lock the door while I hide the book away but he and his “zombie army” manages to break in really soon. Then I wake up... 7:30 GMT – wake up PRECOG explanations: - 2 days later I had a discussion with a girl I had worked with, on some snack place with tables outside where we sat to eat something and I insisted on having something vegetarian. She started argumenting with me that that's nice but... Her "buts" drove me crazy and at some point the conversation ended, as we were not going anywhere with it, but getting mad at each other. - also on same day I found out that there was a hostel and coffee bar really close by called "Simon says". I have lots of precognitive dreams, but they are always very mixed up, although clear enough that I can identify the bits and pieces here and there.
09/19/10 "No! No! Stop!" she shouts at the bizarre figures. She's the character from last night's dream, the roommate who looks like a younger Halle Berry. The girl struggles, tries to pull away, but she's strapped into the machine by strong hands holding her down. The black tendrils bury into her wrists and she screams. Sizzling with dark energy and blue sparks, the wires grate against every nerve, causing her pain beyond what she's ever imagined. (I feel the echo.) She's suspended horizontally, supported only by the wires on her wrists and ankles, which string her tightly over the laboratory floor. It's pure agony. "You should be quiet." Says one of the aliens. "If you keep screaming, we'll put you in the chambers." Images of coffin-sized capsules, each containing a human being. The capsules are filled with a liquid which burns ("like lava," whispers one of the victims) and seems to eat away at the person inside. It's a stable chemical reaction which will last for an eternity, providing power for the alien conquerors to sustain their society. ("This is hell.") "Nonononono..." whispers the girl, trying to ignore the pain. "I'll be quiet, please! Don't put me in there, I can be quiet!" I come back to myself. I'm sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, and my arms are suspended by the same tendrils that are causing the other girl such pain. The wires dig into my wrists, and the blue energy sizzles through my arms. I breathe out and sink into a meditation. "Is it broken?" One of the aliens asks, curiously. I open my eyes. The two aliens are talking quietly amongst themselves. It's unheard of for a human to be able to withstand this particular torture for so long. It's been at least twenty-four hours since I've been put into it, and the two beings in front of me seem to think that it's broken my mind. I'm not, of course, human. My possible futures flash before me. In one, I collaborate with the aliens and facilitate the destruction of the human race. Eventually, I'll destroy the conquering civilization itself, and move on to the rest of the galaxy. In a few futures, I'll lead humanity in a rebellion, with varying degrees of success. I don't pick one. Instead, I play through each of them, living through each possibility until the point that all life in the universe is destroyed. It never takes long. Scare Factor: 5/10 Rating: 6/10
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I exit my old house and start off at a good jog through my neighborhood. I set an excellent pace, and it feels as if the scenery is flying by without me slowing down or getting fatigued. I pass along an avenue with heavy woods to both sides and come out in a more rural area. I see a church building to the side, and I pull into it to rest. Several attractive girls invite me to stay for the service, so I do. The preacher, their father, is incredibly charismatic, but I soon realize he's spouting nonsense about aliens and other science-fiction style crazies. I leave, but not before I'm forced to take their book, which has a purple cover and a hypnotic spiral on the front. After I arrive back home, I start to read the book. As soon as I open it, an invisible force projects from the pages and forces me flying backwards! I realize that if I turn the book, I can use this force to actually fly, and I buzz around my house and backyard for a few moments. I then figure that this is a bad sign, so I manage to fling the book away and land hard. I then rip the book into several pieces and place it in a compost pile.
I am ridingon the school bus, talkingto someone about something. Iaccidently get off too soon, and I start to walk home. Along the way I see a tall, abandoned house. I start to feel uneasy, and I continue to walk. I get onto the porch and knockon the front door. The door opens and a dead looking girl/ghost opens it and scoops me into a hug. This girl is not one I am afraid of, it's the other, the teacher ghost. The little girl ghost takes my hand and shows me around her house - a decaying, condemned mess. This one is harmless - I'm not scared. She gives me a big hug, and then changes from the sweet little girl to a cruel school teacher. She drags me back onto the porch, telling me she had best never find me in there again. She starts with an ordinar school lesson, which I do good at. I eventually leave, and walk past a large boulder. A fragment of it breaks off and some dust gets in my eye. I pick up a small stone. On it there is a date. 10/8/10. I continue to walk and finally get home. Thhere is a woman there I don't know, and definetly don't trust. She talks to my mother, and says how she's going to introduce her to her family. Which are aliens. (How I know this, I'm not sure.) The next day I am on the bus, and we are being taken to someplace on a field trip. A bunch of other, evil aliens have put us on the bus to take us to a murder machine they have made. I have in my hand the rock with the date, and realize that that's today. I clutch it tightly in my hand. I realize something is wrong before all hell breaks loose, and try to get to the back of the bus. This was smart, because as soon as I do a conveyer belt starts up, and people are put on it. They seem like they're in a hypnotic state. The conveyer belt leads to a swirling void. I'm put on the conveyer belt with other people, but we're still able to talk and stuff. People ask me how I knew this was going to happen, what I have in my hand. I'm too scared to talk. The other aliens I mentioned that were talking to my mother appeared. They did something to shut down the void, and then the conveyer belt. The evil aliens screamed in rage and then vanished.
I remembered heaps from this dream. There were some lifesize picture/painting things outside of the house that Dad asked me to go see because it was scary. I knew that he would be disappointed with my if I didn't go. I tried to go outside but it became too scary so I asked my mum to go with me and she was about to but then she became scared too, haha. I noticed that the thing Dad wanted us to see was next to these pictures of Mario and Michael Jackson. Someone said something about my cousin Sha-Sha having given them to him as a gift for something. And then as I walked through the house (it was some small old house that I have never seen before. It was quite nice and old fashioned) I noticed that these picture things were EVERYWHERE, all hung up on all the walls of the house. He had cleaned the house while he was at it. It looked quite nice, I thought. Then I was with my bro in some room and Daniel was there but in the toilet and we were going to play some trick on him, I cannot remember what. I went up to these booth places on these grassy hills. They were wooden, rectangular areas perhaps only 4m by 2m and about 2m high and you could see who was outside. The inside floor was dirt. Also, they were lockable with this weird lock and key thing that I can only JUST remember but is too hard to explain. As I saw a creepy guy outside (who seemed to always stay there) I wondered how I knew that I was safe, even though when away anyone could just steal the key when the booth wasn't being used, and also I didn't think that the lock was that secure, nor did I think that the wooden booth was that sturdy. But anyway, I went into these places to access IRC or something like that. I went into them a couple of times during my dream. I just remembered that a couple of times I would go to sleep in the booth and there was some weird set up where I would lie down and then this Chinese music would play. There were some two other random Asian girls there, with accents from Singapore or Malaysia and I kindly asked them to do something for me (involving a pillow, I think), which they did. I recall saying something to them about how in Chinese culture they are always very proud and try to build up the family name, which I did not agree with. There was one instance I left the booth and there were quite a few people around one. There were these pretty, young girls and an older guy and an older woman (lol dodgy much?). And then the woman caught the eye of one of the girls and that girl had a look of "oh shi-" on her face. She said "I guess I have to go now" or something along those lines, and walked off away from the group of people. I figured/somehow knew that they were all trying out to become models or something like that, and she had failed the first time and tried to enter a second time with the man as the judge, but the woman from the previous try out was there and spotted her. I said to Alanna who was standing right next to me "wow...but she was REALLY pretty..." and she agreed with me. And then I was in this part with this girl. She had short brown hair and freckles and was like, an original member of Pallkars. It turns out that they used to make movies and stuff that had gotten pretty famous. I don't know where she was from, she didn't really have an accent I don't think. I hopped onto the bus with her. She went in first and as I went in I pulled the door off the bus (the bus seemed to only be 2m long) and the bus driver (who was female) just drove off and I was quickly trying to put the door back on! The bus driver recognised the girl I was with due to her Pallkars fame (lol xD) and addressed her by name (I cannot remember what it was though). We were driving along and I was like "wow, I really am a newbie to this online community (I kinda am anyway ) because it's been around since the 90s". Hahaha. We drove past some stores and Lanna was there again and she wanted to buy meat because it was the only bit of meat left (haha what the hell, she is vegetarian). Down the road we spotted some other store where there was stuff we all wanted to buy. The bus had turned into a truck and the truckie was this big fat guy who was really nice and also liked the Pallkars movies xD Tobias was sitting in the seat behind mine. We parked inside the shop, got out of the truck (Tobias wasn't there anymore lol) and the shop woman asked if we could please reverse a little bit and then our parking would be okay. So the truckie went to do that. We looked at the shop and there were a few dusty books and the girl I was with was talking about aliens or something. I asked her nicely how old she was and she said "from '83" (so she was 27) and I was like, "wow, you look really young for your age. I would've guessed about 23". She smiled. There were a few dusty things we wanted to buy that we dusted off, and under the dust there was this kinda reed-fossil shape thing. But then we dusted some more, and there was a handprint of some creature that had 6 or 7 fingers It frightened me. We then proceeded to dust everything in the bookshop (there were a few more people there now, probably about 6) and EVERYTHING was covered in a 6/7 fingered handprint. The store was now just this small room that would have been difficulty to escape. I was getting the shit scared out of me; I was really restless and agitated. Even the chalkboard was covered in those handprints. I couldn't lean back on anything for fear that I'd get harmed by the aliens somehow. All of a sudden these small puppet things burst out of the corner of the room and it was then that I realised this was all just an interactive play. I was angry though because I had been tricked and was genuinely really scared and so I picked up one of the puppets and was tempted to throw it at another puppet but I calmed down and everything was okay I dreamt about dragons somewhere as well. I love dragons xD
I was in my house, but there was a robot in the kitchen, one of those probe-types that would go into uncharted territory. Something is wrong with it, acting funny. A bunch of DC's are there trying to figure out what is the problem. There seems something sinister about it. My cat keeps wanting to go in the garage and lick this weird substance in there. I keep taking her away from it, but she keeps finding ways to go back. Either the robot goes into the garage, or my cat, not sure. But it licks the green goo on the floor and starts mutating. I lock the door and hurry outside. There is a kiddie pool there with people (same people?) swimming in it. I shout the robot is mutating (cat?). They look back and start screaming. There are tentacles coming from the garage window, sliding down the side of the house, but they are striped like a candy cane (wtf?) I hop the fence and start running through the neighbors yards, and a blond girl is with me. We seek refuge in some guy's house, who's home, and turns out to be a weirdo who makes ritual sacrifices. I remember the interior of his home was in all red carpet and gold accents. He catches the blond girl, but not me. I run and hitch a ride on the roof of a moving RV . The guy inside is talking to a bill collector saying he doesn't have the money for his vehicle. He hangs up and it breaks down. I'm standing there, and one of the people from earlier come over and say it's okay, the robot/cat isn't hurting anyone. The transformation is over. I go back inside my house, living room, and there is a odd dog there, a cross between a dog and a platypus. It's very playful. Apparently - one person explains - the tentacles were from a cocoon, and it was only defending itself. I keep petting the dog thing and it licks me. I wake up.
7/29/2010 I can't recall much but I remember laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling which was a window. Sort of a condo but the ceiling was glass and it was open so I could view the skies. I was talking to someone next to me he was wearing a suit and was going over some money accounts. I look up at the night sky and notice these huge vehicles moving and when I focused on what they were ..they were incredible space ships. They would zigzag and stop abruptly.. it was pretty scary because I knew these were not driven by humans. They were displaying their dance of lights and what was weird they were changing shape fast. It reminded me of the transformers how the space ship changed form going to one unique shape to another.. I saw 3 of them.. one black..one dark grey and another silverish and they just were displaying their lights. All of a sudden they changed into huge 3 separate mist. I told the guy next to me I wanted to close the window because I felt uneasy. The window couldn't close and I saw spot lights scanning the air... That is all I could remember..
Dream #1 I am in a library looking for the book The Furies, which I am currently reading in my waking life. For some reason, I cannot not walk, so I'm hopping around on my knees. There are automatic lights so only parts of the place are lit. I cannot find the book, and most of the shelves have "Winnie the Pooh" books on them. Dream #2(of what I can actually remember) I am an alien living with a surrogate family. The father of the family is abusive to his wife and daughter, and at dinner I get angry at him and throw the spaghetti we're eating at him. He is covered in butter and cheese and pasta, but he is still calm. He stands and begins to walk slowly around the table toward me. I reach my hand out to him in an attempt to harm him telekinetically, but to no avail. Suddenly, my view zooms out at a map, with blinking dots indicating the locations of other aliens. I somehow summon them to my aid, and the lot of us conquer the father.
I had a faaail lucid opportunity. I was talking to an old friend called Harald about lucid dreams and we were like playing a game sort of like a lucid dream. I talked about noticing that you had 6 fingers in a dream and bla bla. I had a lot of long dreams but I'm having like a lazy period so I'm just going to write some things in my DJ. Long dream trying to save my dad. Lots of mutations involved in the dream. Going to write the last part. I needed to pee. I was in my house and I stood at a window on the second floor and I thought to myself "Damn, when I get my own place I going to pee out the window sometime." then I went down to my cellar. I went through a door and on the other side there was a big garage like room. I was going to pee at the door I just entered through. I was like a soldier then and my leader was behind me. He asked "wtf are you doing soldier?" but I kept going. There was another soldier there too. Some alien or something appeared out of nowhere and dragged him away under some fence thingies on the floor (think Alien movie). My leader was like "Shit, we got to get the fuck out of here!" and I was like "Huh?" and we started making our way across the room. Mutated soldiers popped out of the floor and we shot them. I wondered if some of them weren't mutated. We finally made it to the door on the other side. Mutated soldiers jumped out every second. I somehow got a bag in my hand. When a mutated guy was close to me I like put my hand in the bag in panic. When I pulled it up it looked like claws in Prototype. The bag seemed to be some kind of mutation thing. I tried to attack him but then I noticed it was just ugly looking long normal fingers and they were in fact not nearly sharp enough. We ran out and my leader was first. I recognized the place because I'd been there earlier in the dream with my dad and brother bla bla. It was outside and there was grass on the ground. We were going to a little natural arena place where my dad was. Right behind my leader a mutated soldier ran. I think it was the one I tried to attack with my fingers. He dragged a fat long tongue or something behind him. It went over a hole in the ground and I jumped in slow motion on it so I got over too. Then he like threw his real slimy little tongue at my dad and dragged himself super fast over there. I was at the arena somehow. I don't remember what we did to the guy but I don't think we asked him to join our nice little gathering. The next part was about a falcon lady. She was mutated too as you might already have figured out. She was half bird and her feathers were white. She was larger than a big human. And my dad and brother told me she was easily stronger than any of us and they talked about "she can land bla bla tons of pressure on your chest...". She started to fly around and we saw like 4 red dots appear on different people. That person was going to get attacked. She flew close and picked on the 4 dots and then flew away. I never got the dots on me but I tried to stop her when she got close. Her mistake was that she thought she was so superior. She landed on the sandy ground. It was like the ground in Gladiator. Her wings were gone and she looked like a normal woman now. She didn't expect my brother and I attacking her. My brother kept her distracted while I kicked her in the side. She started to get focused. She was charging up a powerful attack on my brother but I hit her in the side (in the kidney perhaps) and she like fell over on her stomach. I don't remember what I did next but my thought process was that we had to do something because she was the source of evil (sort of) and she could get up any second and finish us. So there I am holding her head and bashing it into a object on the ground(some wooden chest or metal pipe). We were on the side of the arena now. But then I stopped because she hadn't moved in a while. Fear struck me. I felt bad. On the left side of her head there was a wound so deep that you could see her brain. It didn't bleed much but I was still afraid. I checked her pulse on her neck. At first I didn't feel anything but then I felt a strong pulse. I got so relieved. She looked beautiful. I figured she was just unconscious. My dad and brother talked about her entering the third and final stage of the metamorphism where she would be less powerful and less evil. AND THEN I WOKE UP
★★★ The same dream teacher in 2 different dreams? Jordan Maxwell at the stream All I remember is standing by some stream with this man in the photo. He kept saying something about the rocks in the stream... That each one was put in a particular order. I was somehow supposed to determine which order they were placed by nature. I got really confused with the task. There was so many stones and how was i supposed to be able to figure out which order the spirit had placed them??? Mom I was in some strange house with my mom. She was wanting something to eat. She asked for some Candle wax. I said that stuff isn't for eating at all. She went through my cupboards until she found a piece of candle wax shaped like a ginger snap. She said "thank you" and started eating it. I was thinking she must have been pretty desperate. Drive to WTF I remember getting into a car with the one painter guy who showed me the portraits of my shamanic death... anyway I get into to the car and decide to put on the seat belt. But the straps are really long and loose and there's no way they are going to hold me. We start to drive off. we are on a completely black road with proper lanes drawn into it. But the road starts going off the ground. there are all these odd square turns that we must slowly go by. and there's all these incomprehensible obstacles in the way. Sometime later we are outside the car. We have to climb this weird wall sideways. There are things sticking from the wall that we grab onto and climb along. The man seems to be able to use all of them. but I can only grab the ones sticking the farthest out. they are spring shaped. There are a few times when I'm not sure how to proceed. but i seem to find the right thing to grab. After the man seems to be gone... I enter a convenience store but then decide to leave. Now I'm walking down a strange road at night time. I run into someone who says I have to go to work or something. my memory fades here. alien wtf Me and some black guy find some crashed alien ship in the mountains. I forget exactly what happens, but the black man disappears. I am left alone on this crashed ship. I enter a room and see an evil looking grey alien. the place fills with gas... that tastes good for gas, but it knocks me out. Switch to third person view and i see myself collapsed. I see the alien take my body and put it in some dark room. the feeling implies there were many bodies of dead people in there just hidden beyond the shadow. They close the door. and stick some rod that's supposed to be a nuclear missile somethere. The scene changes to years later and now the nuclear missile rod is disguised as part of the railing. I see the black guy sitting with his back against a wall. his left arm and leg are missing, but there's some large metal clips over where his limbs should be. I watch him get rescued by an old friend of his. snake? Fragment of looking at a snake... but also a cross between a worm as well. It's moving along the ground. yeah sex dream
Morning of April 19, 2009. Sunday. I am at Northern Engraving, a factory where I had worked in the 1980s, on the second floor in the lunchroom. I am seated at a wooden picnic table and talking with a coworker about having seen tiny people of about four inches high. No one believes they exist. (My dream seems to have at least one reset after the point where the coworkers leave and the tiny people are seen by me.) When there are again no coworkers in the lunchroom (which illogically implies that all my coworkers had come back only to all leave again) of which has minimal lighting, I see the tiny people running across the floor near the doorway (from right to left) and they are soon aware that I can see them. They seem like humans at first, only miniature. At this point, my dream becomes extraordinarily vivid. Over time, there seems to be an area beyond the lunchroom where the doorway connects to the Barolin Street house’s doorway directly into the hallway (from where would have been our oldest son’s bedroom at the time). There also seems to be areas that lead out from there into WWTI (where I worked in maintenance as well as having taken two courses in machine tool and carpentry). I sit on the floor with my knees up and my back against the hall’s wall and I am very friendly with these apparent aliens that also somehow now seem like fairies relative to the legends. A female sits on the back of my raised hand while a few others are also seated on the floor and we share a few jokes about humans (even though I am human). After being friends with them for awhile, they agree to take me to their planet to explore or perhaps to live for a time. (My conscious self identity is not extant, so I am unaware of my present life status of living in Australia and having a family.) They eventually lead me into an old abandoned building, though of which they claim is their spaceship disguised as a building and which had been there for a long time. It reminds me of my high school in Florida in some ways. I go into a large old shower room with a concrete floor and with about four adjoining open showers, which is apparently an internal part of the spaceship supposedly near where the engine is. Interestingly, I suddenly and clearly realize that their intent is malicious (and that they are against humanity) and consider that I will probably be killed if I stay here, because I now understand that the building is not a spaceship, and I also realize that it is set to blow up very soon. I manage to escape just in time, feeling very intelligent by intuitively knowing of their deception. I am not sure if they were in the explosion or not, but it seems they might have been. A four-block area is destroyed by the explosion as I wake while on the perimeter of the area, feeling safe. As with most of my non-lucid dreams of this type, this dream is about my lifelong experience of being subliminally aware of being in the dream state even when not lucid and as such, has nothing to do with “interpretation” (especially as usually misused to imply “meaning”) as commonly propagated by the unknowing (including so-called experts and professionals who usually have zero understanding of what a dream is). It is ultimately about my lifelong relationship with RAS (reticular activating system) and its mediation while unconscious. I have the choice of remaining in my fantastic dream or accepting the biological urge to wake and urinate. The presence of the tiny people vivified my dream but not enough to trigger threads of conscious self identity, though did link me to a later setting (though of which we no longer live) and of which is a subliminal reminder that I am really unconscious and in a bedroom. The combined fantasy of aliens and fairies is obviously unrelated to real life. I deliberately (though again, subliminally, that is, without being aware I am dreaming) use this impossible scenario to sustain my dream. It is purposeful, but ultimately fails, as waking is a biological necessity. Still, in subliminally avoiding the inevitability of waking, I ultimately end up in a shower room, associated with bathrooms, of course, during which RAS becomes the “enemy” in its role as the waking trigger. Had I chosen to gone with the aliens in their spaceship (if my dream had taken this route), the vestibular system symbolism would have been utilized. (This is associated with various forms of movement, typically flight symbols such as birds and airplanes, though also the common falling sensation, which is solely biological.) The explosion simply symbolizes the cessation of the dream state itself and my (subliminal) choice to end it. What could have been typical return flight waking symbolism transmuted to a more defined bathroom wake-up call.
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The main character of this dream is Rosso the Crimson and she is in an newly built temple somewhere in a desert. She is still a Tsviet from Deepground and they are fighting alien looking creatures reminiscent of the Predator. The dream jumps ahead and it is now many years later. The temple is now ruined and looks as if it has been abandoned for hundreds of years. There are groups of people doing excavations in the area. Rosso is with Vincent Valentine telling him about the fighting that the she and the Tsviets engaged in there before, though she is recounting it as if it were a dream. As she is speaking what she is describing appears as a flashback with her words as a voiceover. Rosso tells Vincent that she was commanded by Weiss to kill anyone she came across, alien or not, and to show absolutely no mercy. She gleefully fulfilled her orders, revelling in the bloodshed, until she came across two naked little girls in a courtyard in the center of the temple. They cower and cry in terror and she found that she could not bring herself to kill them. Back in the present Rosso tell Vincent that she does not remember what happened the the children, but being a homocidal Tsviet, she probably killed them. Vincent says that he doesn't think that is true, because the excavators have not found remains of any children, though they have dug up many alien skeletons, confirming most of Rosso's kill count. Many of the bodies are found buried in front of lion headed statues of the ancient Egyptian goddess of war and transformation, Sekhmet. The dream flashback again, and Rosso is leading the little girls out of the temple. Three enemy aliens approach and move as if to attack. Before they can Rosso asks if there is a safe place to take the children, but aliens tell her not to bother because the little girls are dying anyway. The creatures tells Rosso that she should creamate their bodies and bury their remains in the desert. Rosso praises the three aliens for their wisdom before slaughtering them. Back in the future Rosso again tells Vincent that she does not know the fate of the little girls, but Vincent again says that he does not think she killed them, citing again that lack of children's remains. Rosso fears that she did end up following the alien's advice and killed the girls somewhere out in the desert in which case their bodies would never be found. Vincent tells Rosso to stop believing in her fears. Dream ends there.
Original dream dated July 04, 2008: Dreamed that Reese and I were trying to get home from an airport called Mariana airport, and we couldn't. Mom was supposed to pick us up, but never showed up, so we took the bus instead. Somewhere along the line, it turned into Reese driving her jeep, and we got stuck in traffic on the Interstate. It turned out that Mom had never planned on picking us up and there had been a miscommunication. For some reason, we lived in a 2-story white house. I had a dream that my pet rabbit had a heart attack and was dying, so I wrapped her up in a purple towel and cried while she groomed my head. Original dream dated July 05, 2008: I had a dream that I was working on rules for a D20 game, and they turned into rules for the world... Somewhere along the way, we got invaded by alien wasps that climbed up your nose and replaced your brain, stealing your soul. It happened to me, and I wasn't technically supposed to get another 'chance' at working things out in the world, but for some reason, I was given one. I had to abide by the rules I'd written, though, which stated that if you lost then it would rain forever and everything would be covered by 500 feet of soil over the next few thousand years. I escaped from the original area (which was quite dangerous) with some friends of mine, including a tall brown-haired man. We got to a coffee shop and tried to figure out what to do. We were sort of stuck in there, at least one of us was covered in blood, and I realized that we were all doomed unless I recovered the book I'd been working on and revised the rule set. The brown haired guy offered to run through the rain for several miles to get it, but it was very dangerous out there and there were zombies, and I argued that if he died it was permanent but I could revive myself... the dream left off there.
Morning of March 7, 1997. Friday. In my dream, I am apparently part of a science-fiction scenario, though it is not directly evidenced as being a movie in progress. Much of it seems impersonal and inconsequential to me despite the fanciful nature of the events. It is occurring in afternoon. The situation seemingly relates to invisible aliens coming to Earth to invade and conquer. However, the alien activity seems more like magic or perhaps even the work of one entity, though it is possibly just advanced technology that is being utilized. I feel vaguely puzzled about this situation, though I do not feel threatened at any time. At one point, hot air balloons that first seem normal transform into brontosaurus shapes and eventually come down to land on the ground, becoming more lifelike. (Curiously, I do not make the association with parade balloons even though this was a probable influence.) Some people seem amused, others alarmed. (There is no focus on what may have happened to the people in the hot air balloons.) Some people remain in the area. Others flee. I remain impassive. Another scene involves finding a business that may have been taken over and which is also corrupt. I burn some curtains by sending white lightning from my fingertips. Don Knotts, another actor (possibly Andy Griffith), and I ride together in a car. The trip is uneventful. There is also a scene where an unknown unfamiliar female has several guns in her house in preparation for the supposed increase of alien activity, which may change the nature of society. My dream fades with no dominant RAS mediation and a soft uneventful awakening. Looking at very familiar symbolism in this dream, it is recognized that the depth of my sleep changed a few times, which affected my level of lucidity. The hot air balloons are a combined link to real-time vestibular system dynamics and depth of breathing while sleeping. The balloons coming down to land on the ground signifies sustaining the dream state rather than the waking transition being more imminent. Despite natural vestibular system ambiguity while unconscious, my dream held my focus of imagination with living dinosaurs and aliens, factors not related to waking life. The main liminal space division (other than the basic implication of ground and sky) features in the scene where I direct lightning at the curtains. The curtains are implied to be over either a window or a door. The liminal space divider is that which keeps the dream self identity as uncoalesced with the conscious self identity (which is why opening a door, normally a dream’s implied exit point or otherwise a shift in the present level of unconsciousness, sometimes serves as apex lucidity induction for me). Additionally, lightning symbolizes neural energy. As my dream self has the ability to produce and direct lightning, I am attempting to bring additional threads of awareness into the dream state, but there is a biological factor that mediates my depth of sleep and level of awareness. My lucidity is only at about fifty percent in this scene where it otherwise remains much less. Still, the natural RAS mediation never fully dominates. In the final scene, the preconscious takes the role of an unfamiliar female who never uses her guns, which means I allow myself to enter the waking transition without a need for prompting. My understanding and acceptance of the natural stages of the sleep cycle (and the inevitability of waking) and the dream state in this case prevented a more violent scenario. However, there are many times when I challenge RAS (due to wanting to sleep longer or to hold full control over the dream state) which results in shooting all contents of the waking space (inconsequential of course, other than coloring my mood to seeing my final dream of the sleeping period as frustrating for a short time).
Updated 01-23-2018 at 10:26 AM by 1390
Morning of June 1, 1988. Friday. This dream has very strange imagery and seems of the type where I am both disembodied as well as somehow “outside” my dream. I am apparently looking at a magazine (though it seems like a “real” scene as well, eventually), and focusing more and more on it. I see the “Dennis the Menace” character and he appears to be in a store, perhaps in preparation to look at or buy comic books, though his dog Ruff is also in the store and standing to his left (my right in perspective but a bit more in the foreground). I seem to be looking at a large colorful drawing or perhaps a sketchy oil painting by Hank Ketcham. (It somehow does not seem at all like part of a comic strip or comic book.) The more closely I look over the scene, the more things seem “off” even though it seems “real”. Dennis the Menace has only one large eye on his forehead, which is somewhat dome-like and a sort of “sickly” brownish green. It may also be implied to be somewhat reflective (or mirror-like, though also “dirty” or murky). There are no other eye-like details, just the oval green “blob” on his forehead. This causes me to feel somewhat strange and out-of-place as if I am almost looking at something “wrongfully” otherworldly. I do not become lucid but begin to “understand” that everything is otherwise “normal” about this character’s drawing at this point in time. Prior to waking, it almost seems like the “real” Dennis may have been “taken over” by an alien threat (or at least as such relevant to semiconscious waking thoughts). Explanations for this dream are not all that diffciult to determine. Firstly, dreams typically have surreal and bizarre imagery, often incidental, so this could just be a “glitch” as such. However, it could also be a play on the “third eye”. Dennis is not a real character, which could reflect the “unreal” dream state. The “eye” could also represent a “portal” (that is, the return to waking reality as my dream “melts” into one color and with less detail). Because of the color it may relate to looking down into the ground. The “Dennis the Menace” comic panel prior to this date was a gag where he said “Guess what, mom! All the mirrors in the house look like ME!” - which may have vaguely influenced my dream on one level (and the one on this date - not yet seen at the time - having him ask Mr. Wilson, who is digging, “Who buries the worms here in the first place?” - nothing I know of relating to any “explanation” for this imagery other than the eye being partly mirror-like relating to a meditation I had been doing). I also had read many of the “Dennis the Menace” digests when younger but this is the only significant dream of this nature ever documented. Update: On this date in 2001 (exactly 13 years after this dream), Hank Ketcham passed away. This makes both my dream and his own comic panel published on this date in 1988 seem a bit eerie (no disrespect intended).
Updated 05-24-2016 at 10:38 AM by 1390
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