A very interesting collection of dreams and fragments from last night. Fragment: Music: No crazy electronic music this time. Just a soft piano piece that I caught for a few seconds. Fragment: School I am at my old middle school. This large man approaches the school pulling a wheel barrow. He tells me that he is my ride home and I get in. A few of the kids from the middle school make fun of me for riding home in such an odd way. One of my old friends from middle school is in there and we begin catching up. Fragment: Solar System I am getting a guided tour of a solar system, certainly not our own. Whoever is guiding me shows me that it is a triple star system. There is one star and two smaller stars orbit it in a 1:2 resonance. Outward from that is a small rocky planet, a larger rocky planet, and then a orangeish brown gas planet, something like jupiter. Art with C: I am in what feels like the basement of my house. C is showing me some drawings she made after she attempted to have a shared dreaming experience with me and what she encountered in her dreams. I cannot recall all of the drawings, but I do know that one of them that was supposed to be of me and looked very strange. I had horse legs (not like a centaur with four, I only had two horse legs) and the upper part of my body was wearing what looked like the Danny phantom costume. I had really long hair that went down to my hips that had been made into dreadlocks. Upon seeing it, I crack up. She laughs with me saying that the dream was not very stable. She continues going through her drawings. I see drawings of some of my other recurring dream characters. These look much more accurate. The Anteater in the Woods This is the only dream really worth reading about here... I cannot recall what happened beforehand, but I did know that lots did happen before I came to this part of the dream. I am walking around the shore surrounding a large lake. There are some sand dunes and rivers running into the lake, as well as boardwalks to walk across. I am walking around, climbing over the sand dunes when a peculiar creature approaches me. It looks like an anteater or a hairy elephant. Walks on four legs with a stout chubby body. Has a long trunk with a single opening on the end that it can use to grasp objects. And two big white eyes with no pupils. Finally it has long brown fur, making it look similar to say chewbacca. What an interesting creature... I've never seen something like this in my dreams before. As the creature approaches, I am frightened. I get pinned by a steep wall of tree roots and sand. I close my eyes and get ready for the worst only to find that the creature merely wanted to smell me. After several seconds I lower my guard and just allow the creature to study me. I look into his eyes and I could only assume that he was looking back. The creature turned and left. As he walked away he began talking. "Bah, you're not who I was looking for! Your claws should be ten times as sharp!" I follow the creature. "Wait what are you talking about?!" The creature paused. "If you want to know more, go to the woods in Calyot. And what your looking for, 'New York' is spelled backwards!" kroywen...? Anyways, the dream carried on rather normally from there. A storm started to blow in and I tired to find shelter amongst the sand dunes. Some of the boardwalks got washed away by the rising lake levels. I woke up a few minutes after meeting the anteater.
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BiscuitHappyz's Dream I was V, from V for Vendetta. I vaguely remember asking somebody who was sitting in my room if I had their permission to break through my window. They approved, and when I opened my window I saw that is was pitch black night, and the neighbors were walking around with flashlights. This was unfortunate, because me being V, I had to pass unnoticed. My window made a lot of noise when opening, and the ground was littered with dry leaves, so I decided to hide in my house for the night. I went to sleep nowhere in particular, but woke up on the floor. There were three men in my room, looking anywhere from 13-20. One was perched on a chair next to the wall. He said something, but was interrupted by a loud banging on the wall coming from outside. He began knocking on the wall, as if trying to input Morse code. He knocked a very complex pattern on the wall, and the bangs outside echoed it flawlessly. At this moment, everyone was helplessly terrified, and scrambled throughout the house. I made it to the dining room, were I met my father, who seemed totally relaxed and knew what was going on. "What is going on?" I asked. "It's just an ant eater," He replied. I looked on the floor next to me, and there was an anteater scanning the wooden ground, and the house cat was giving it a strange look. "Will we keep it?" I wondered. "Sure," Answered my dad, nonchalantly. "What will we name it?" Unfortunately, the dream ended before I could find an answer to this question.
Morning of November 6, 1972. Monday. This 1970s event was hilarious on one level in my opinion. It is one of those dreams where, although it is obviously precognitive (or remote-viewed) it also provides a clever lesson in how the various “filters” in remote viewing and precognition work. The nuances, as usual, are far too close in detail to have any potential for coincidence. What is intriguing though, is that the usual precise nature of remote viewing or precognition was altered seemingly “on purpose” by the Source. In my dream, humanity is saved from the alien insect invasion by the giant anteater whereas in the real Warren story, they kill it before knowing what it is. The dream itself came a short time before the validation (as is often the case), but as I said, it was not quite correct. The giant anteater in my dream coming up from the ocean is a distortion caused by the association with the “ocean” of the unconscious mind (otherwise the plot is mostly the same). In my dream, I am reading a black-and-white comic magazine of the type that Warren publishes (such as Eerie, Creepy, Vampirella, etc). I did not read this issue at the time (and had not gotten the previous issue) in real life and I could not have known about it. I seem to be hovering over the comic magazine story at various distances and over different pages rather than turning the pages. (My bed is in the southwest corner, aligned to the west wall.) It has a very similar mood and awareness as to remote viewing dreams (as with the “more dishes less dishes” Nancy comic strip event). The story features a spacecraft with talking alien ants that invade Earth. They kidnap various people and they speak in an unusual “electronic” voice (possibly implying that they are either robotic or using some sort of electronic translator). In my dream, a giant anteater emerges from the ocean. I see it eating all the human-sized alien ants and this is the last panel in the story. There is a smaller inset with text implying irony and repeating the words the “conqueror ants” had said midway through the story about how they would take over the planet and not be stopped. This is how my dream ends - with reading phrases the ants had spoken and which are now only invalid concepts in the wake of their destruction (in being eaten by the giant “aquatic” anteater, which had come from a large meteorite of many years back). After my dream, I was given a black-and-white comic magazine in reality (without having known I would be getting it), which had the same basic idea, and this was “Eerie” issue number 45 - the relevant story being called “The Mound”. However, the alien insects were not fully humanoid and the top panel on the last page is actually that of a dead anteater that was killed by the humans due to them thinking that the meteorite contained an enemy or an additional problem as the creatures they were already dealing with. Thus my dream echoed help from a “bigger power”, hope, and salvation, while the reality expressed the nature of human ignorance, suspicion, and acting without thinking about the consequences. I still have very fond feelings about this experience, which also teaches me that people who are “psychic” for profit are not being realistic, because what they are seeing may have a completely different outcome in reality.
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