Good morning, everybody. Happy holidays! Dream #1 I was reading a book (???). The book at least claimed to be historical. It was about a group of kids who had paranormal powers. But the government was somehow involved with the kids. And right after the kids had any paranormal experiences, the government would come brainwash the kids. The kids would be programmed to believe that their experiences had only been dreams. Sometimes the memory of the experiences also had to be distorted, to seem more dream-like. I now had an image in my head. Six or so glowing, yellow spheres were all gathered in a line in a small space, like peas in a pod. All the area surrounding the peapod was black. (I think this last image probably comes from the Christmas Google doodle.) Dream #2 I was at my family's house, unwrapping Christmas presents. I sat on the floor. My mom sat before me and to my right. My oldest nephew sat before me, about a meter and a half away from me. Everybody else was wandering all around the house. All the wrapping on the presents was white. There was also white tissue-paper padding a lot of the Christmas present packages. Pretty soon, in the space between my nephew, my mom, and me, there was a whole bunch of white paper piled up. I figured I should probably work on getting some of this stuff cleaned up before everything got so messy that we couldn't get a handle on it. So I stood up and looked for a trash bag to put all the paper in. I asked my nephew if he had any more garbage bags left. He said something like, yes, he had a whole bunch left. He handed me one. For some reason, I may have walked away from my nephew and my mom, as if I were going to start cleaning up at some other end of the room. But as I was walking away, I realized that my asking for garbage bags was the first thing I'd said to my nephew in the entire time I'd been home for the holidays! I felt terrible. I wondered how I could have been so thoughtless. I was trying to think of a way that I could show my nephew how much I loved him.
I am facing an elevator, and I jumped inside. I am trying to escape something. I look at the numbers, and chose one. The number 10 lit up on the elevator. I think it's the top floor. I also "sensed" that there are some "floors" that lead to death, with some strange symbols on the list. I recall one was particular colored bloody red, outlined in black. There are people in the elevator. I'm not sure if they were there when I entered, or if they entered along the floors. I vaguely remember stopping in one floor and deciding it's not the right place. Finally, I reached the "right" place. The door opened, and I saw a line of people, facing right (if I look at them from inside the elevator), with a trail of people going to the left. They were not looking at the elevator, and none turned their heads when the door opened; they were looking directly ahead. They're wearing informal clothing. I went out, along with a companion, and moved to the "right," the place where the line of people were looking. Then my companion (male) reminded me of my book. I saw I left it on the elevator floor. There were still some people inside. They were wearing formal clothing. I went in, picked it up, and left. The line of people are still there. Were they even planning to get inside the elevator? I walked off, and saw the place is like a factory. Mood: busy NOTES: The keywords I wrote when I woke up: elevator, death, escape, left book inside elevator, turn right. I remember the elevator, book and turning right, but I'm not sure sure why death and escape were there, so I just tried to recreate it.
I was in McDonalds with my sis. We were eating. Then suddenly, we have to escape. Some people want to kill or take us. We ran outside. Or rather, I ran outside while carrying her (she was small). They were shooting guns, and I shoot them with magical force. I ran on the street and shot them. We were walking. I was with sis and... someone else. I think it was mom, but not sure now. We were walking, and I saw a huge tree from afar. It was sparkling, like early dawn with dews still fresh. It was beautiful and magical. We were going to that tree. We arrived at the root, me and sis and mom, I think. We were talking. We crossed over an obstacle, and I found books. I looked for books that are interesting. One is a book about Sen. Mirriam Santiago, but co-authored by a few others. We climbed. We climbed up the tree. But then it was no longer a tree. It was a dormitory of sorts. I walked, but couldn't find them. Then I heard a "door" close, and I saw that the wall is actually a door. I opened it, and saw stairs going up. I saw them up the stairs. I followed. We put our stuff in our respective rooms. I was in the room with Cat. An old friend and classmate, JJ, was also there. Then Cat received a call from his mom. We all heard it. She was looking for him, and when he said we're on the third floor, she told him to move to the first/ground floor. I wanted to say it's "safer" up in the third floor, but everybody's packing their stuff already. The place looked (or felt) like Cebu.
I'm at my nana's house fot thanksgiving, it is dimly lit. As i am travelling through the house, I open up a door and find my parents in a corner of the room looking at a book. Thet do not notice me and I am able to overhear their conversation. They are looking at a book and apparently something in the told my father he was going to die.
I'm in my room on the 5th floor. The room has a light blue light. I am at the entrance of the room looking. To my right I have my bed, and to my left there´s a sofa, the sofa is like a kind of bed. There lays three or four people, including A. The other person is a woman who does not have more than 18 years old. It has medium brown skin and long black hair. She has a nice body. I start flirting with her and A laughs in approval. I read a book that appears next to me, and on the book there´s the word "Lulullu" and I know that this is her name. I begin to kiss her and I touch her lips with the tip of my tongue, she loves that and gives me a french kiss... Suddenly she takes the blanket off her and decides to come to bed. A smiles and leaves the room. Lulullu is in bed with me, she´s reading a purple paper, and she tells me in russian: "We may as well stay here until 2 in the morning doing nothing, or we can see the effects of an explosive sexual penetration ..." and he laughs mischievously for me.
I am in a big cavern, surrounded my mermaids. In the dream, I want to become a mermaid. But, the only way to turn into a mermaid is to have this big creepy guy with black wings put this thing on my arm, put a yellowish paste on it, and rip it off. The thing is, the big guys scares me. So as I run away, I'm thinking "what the heck should I do now????" All of a sudden, I black out. Sometime later, I wake up in the Dark campus.* It kind of reminds me of a Hitler camp that has soda fountains and camarros. Anyway, I run into this cafe that is the centerpiece of everything, and reach into my pocket. I really want a soda, but they're two dollars and I only have one. I look closer at the menu and it says the Sprite's are a dollar! I'm like "yay!" (I can't believe that I was never lucid). I buy a Sprite. I don't have shoes on, only socks, so I slide down the floor between tables, past the one that Dev and AJ are sitting at. I go outside and realize how much trouble I was in. No one had ever escaped this place. But I'm determined to escape. I go back inside, yank AJ to his feet, and run outside. My Sprite has mysteriously disappeared from where I left it on the sidewalk. I sigh, but keep walking wiht AJ in tow. All of a sudden I "know" that there is a festival going on tonight. All of a sudden, the sky goes dark and its nighttime. Convenient. But I keep going, walking in between buildings until I reach the airplane landing field. There are a few planes parked, so AJ and I jump in. He knows how to fly the plane apparently, because he starts to take off. Guards are yelling at us, but since I'm escaping, I ignore them. Off we fly, with fireworks shooting behind us over the celebrating people. Most don't even know that we left. Next thing I know, I'm back in the cavern with a mermaid hugging me. I'm starting to think that I dream like reading a book. After she hugged me, my vision was filled with blackness, and a dark blue book. I was on the last page, and close the book. The back cover had a picture of a girl with short dirty-blond hair, just above her shoulders, with a small, darkish face with lots of freckles. It matched the face of the mermaid who hugged me.
I was traveling in a cruise. I was with Cool Cat. I also recall being tagged in pictures, and liking something. I also recall Fahad. I was attending a business seminar in our city. I thought I was late, but when I arrived there were no people. There was one lady blocking my way. She was looking the other way. I went around her. She politely said hi when she realized I was there. I sensed failure. I remember Ribo. Doni was there. He lent me a book (I forgot the title, but it has something like "Why" on it). Ms Sol (she looks different) was also there. A sense of change. Overwhelming. Couldn't describe it. Just too overwhelmed.
I was at home, near our smaller gate, with some of our family. I found a small, blue fish flying along the plants, like a butterfly. I tried touching it. It flew behind me, and I felt it's nozzle push me in the ears, only to find it was actually our dog, and the fish keeps flying/floating. Our dog pawed at it gently, and some of the fish's "hair" fell off, but it's still floating. It flew up to the sky. Someone said that there are a lot of them living in Utah? A flashback. I was looking at a Latino-looking boy, around 8-years-old. He was pushing a cart filled with "balut" (the flying blue fishes' eggs that they lay on the forest trees, found in Mexico/Utah?) on a dirt road, and everywhere I see trees, but not very dense. More like a tropical place. Two kids of about the same age (and also Latino-looking) appeared in front of him. He left his cart and charged at them. I assumed he fought them, although I didn't see any fight. There were two more kids behind him, and they took his (?) mop. Afterwards, I see the two kids who appeared first take the cart. I didn't know what happened to the kid pushing the cart. I was in a church. Somehow, I thought it was in Mexico. The kid was there. He grew up, although now he looks Caucasian. He was tall, like a teenager. Then he became small, as if at will, back to his own age-height, but still very Caucasian. He was looking for the book he left in the cart. I forgot the book title, but the author's Michael Frankl, or something. I saw the edge of the book stacked somewhere, and the cover color theme looks like that of Dianetics. There was a pastor in the center, and somehow I sensed he was one of the kids who took the cart. He's now quoting and plagiarizing the book.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was laying down in a living room. There may have been a small party going on somewhere in the house. I was laying on the floor, possibly under a blanket, and surrounded on either side by a lot of clutter. The room was partly dim, as if near me there was a small, incandescent lamp, while everywhere else the room was unlit. Beyond my feet, in the distance, I may have seen the bathroom, which may also have been lit. A small, blonde woman straddled me and lay down on me. The woman was really thin, and her body was really tight. She was almost as short as a twelve year old girl. The girl wore a short skirt of some kind of colorful, plaid material and a g-string (I saw it in my mind's eye, not with my "normal" vision). I also had my clothes on. But it almost felt like we were both naked and having sex. The woman's body felt really good up against me. I thought we should go to a bedroom, so that we could actually take our clothes off and have real sex, instead of whatever we were doing right now. We stood up and walked into a room just off to my right. We stood in the bright room, before a bed that was kind of high -- the mattresses came up just about to my sternum. The woman and I may have been getting ready to have sex. But suddenly I got an image in my head of my friend H. I thought that since she apparently liked me, I shouldn't be having sex with anybody else. I was back out in the living room, laying on the floor, possibly waiting for H to come lay with me. I found some of the blonde woman's panties. There were a few pairs of her panties, just laying on the floor to my left, amid the rest of the clutter. I picked up two pairs of panties. They were incredibly small. One pair was silvery. One was white cotton. Both had a skinny kind of cut. I decided to try the panties on. They were so small that I could hardly get them on my legs. I figured I wouldn't get anywhere close to being able to put them on. I think I was trying to put both pairs on at once. As soon as the fabric of the panties touched my crotch, I came. Dream #2 I was sitting at my table, holding a book like an old hardcover version of her book Raven's Wing, with the orange cover and blocky, black lettering. But the book wasn't Raven's Wing. I held the book closed and upright, with the back cover mostly facing toward me. The room I was in was remarkably like my apartment, except that it was a tiny bit bigger.
I am in a meeting, in a spiritual work center. The center is made of a white tent, and the ground is made of dirt. After speaking to the audience, i returned to my seat. A person next to me said that M, an old University colleague, had died, but her spirit comunicated with a medium from the centre. She told through the medium that she would come back as Red King. I thought: "But i´m Red King". And i got confused. The girlfriend of the Spiritual Work Center coordinator explained to me that M would come back in a diferent body, but with ways (of speaking, of moving) like mine, because M always loved the way i was. I put both of my hands in my head and and furiously, started to curse and shout out loud...none of those things pleased me at all. The Spiritual Work Center Coordinator noticed my behaviour and didn´t liked it a bit. I ran from the tent, and i got inside a white volkswagen and i left. Suddenly i was in my father´s house...but i cant remember what it went down there. The dream scene moved to a bar, full of shelfs, and those shelfs where full of books. The shelfs where white, with golden reflections. One of the books was inside a plastic cover, it was a collector´s edition. The dreamscene changed once more, and i´m in my grandmother´s house. As i was going upstairs (my old grandmother house had 3 floors) i was looking to every single room and division, and i started to think that me and my wife could put shelfs with lots and lots of books, where it used to be the office room. I started making plans in order to buy wood and build the shelfs myself. The dreamscene changed one last time, and i saw myself in a wheelchair...but i can´t remember why i was in it. _________________________________ Comments: This dream is part of dateless dreams series.
Updated 09-20-2011 at 07:05 PM by 49505
I seem to be having a recall dry spell, and I do not have a clue why that could be. Hopefully I find out and/or recover from it soon. But I did manage to remember one fragment from last night; I was lying in my bed, on my back, with my current book, The Black Lung Captain, propped up on my chest. My black reading lamp, perched on the arch of the end of my bed behind me, lit the room with a warm, yellow light. I was paying little attention to the other details of my room, as I was actually reading the book. The text was strangely coherent, yet all the the things the booked described contradicted what it described earlier. It was as though I were reading the dream. The only thing I remember reading clearly was close the bottom of the left page of the book; 'Frey moved into the engine room and shoved Matt aside.' Of course this make no sense out of context, so in context, that would be; 'Frey, the impolite captain, moved into his ship's engine room, and shoved Matt, the assistant engineer that is not actually in the book but instead my mind put there, into a pipe, possibly hurting his spine.' It is also notable that Matt is the name of a character in another series of books much like the Black Lung Captain. That's all I remember. Interesting, methinks.
Updated 09-12-2011 at 01:55 AM by 49493
BiscuitHappyz's Dream I seem to be having a recall dry spell, and I do not have a clue why that could be. Hopefully I find out and/or recover from it soon. But I did manage to remember one fragment from last night; I was lying in my bed, on my back, with my current book, The Black Lung Captain, propped up on my chest. My black reading lamp, perched on the arch of the end of my bed behind me, lit the room with a warm, yellow light. I was paying little attention to the other details of my room, as I was actually reading the book. The text was strangely coherent, yet all the the things the booked described contradicted what it described earlier. It was as though I were reading the dream. The only thing I remember reading clearly was close the bottom of the left page of the book; 'Frey moved into the engine room and shoved Matt aside.' Of course this make no sense out of context, so in context, that would be; 'Frey, the impolite captain, moved into his ship's engine room, and shoved Matt, the assistant engineer that is not actually in the book but instead my mind put there, into a pipe, possibly hurting his spine.' It is also notable that Matt is the name of a character in another series of books much like the Black Lung Captain. That's all I remember. Interesting, methinks.
Ahsaka's Dreams Dream 1: I attended the funeral of my uncle. I forgot to bring something to eat for the gathering after the funeral. I went to a place that is supposed to give away free food. I stood in line for a long time, ignored. Frustrated, I slammed my hands on the counter and started yelling at the workers behind it. One big guy yelled back. We argued for a very long time. The arguing was getting me no where. I calmed and explained my situation. They all laughed when I told them my uncle died. I became enraged again but before I could begin yelling a young woman with dark, empathetic eyes took me by the arm and lead me to a seat. She assured me that she will help me when she is done with her current customer. She handed me a book to read. It was a travel magazine about Egypt. I sat it aside for a few seconds as I took the time to simply breathe and to calm my racing mind. Once calm I took up the travel magazine and began flipping through it. I found the images of pyramids very intriguing. They were almost 3-D. I forgot about the funeral and the food. Dream 2: I was driving to school, the client folder project was due at 9am sharp. I had to hurry but every single traffic light I hit was red. And every single red traffic light blinked in a sequence that reminded me of Morse Code. I was too anxious and frustrated to even bother to remember the blink pattern. I was only worried about getting the project submitted on time. Hope i submitted this correctly
So this first part was related to a book a was reading at the time. Just clearing that up. As we launched into outer space, with a brilliant, glowing blue curve of earth outside one window, claustrophobia engulfed me, I heard the narration say. Stupid telepathic narrator, I thought. Suddenly, the dream skipped, and we were on a collision course with earth, and I was outside of the space ship doing some kind of vital repair, but I lost my tools, so I went back to the ship, but my umbilicus snapped, and I was drifting off toward earth. Before I knew it, I had entered the thermosphere, and was burning up on entrance. Instead of struggling, I knew my momentum was to great to escape, so I accepted my death. It would be short. But as central Africa rushed up towards me, I my dream paused, then I viewed my body in third-person, my space suit was half dissolved and perhaps there mas some burning flesh, but on my vision was a 'Game Over' screen identical to the one in MC. But no, said the narration. You won't die, because you are in a dream, stupid. Then I may have woken up, or it may have been a false awakening, it was hard to tell, but I decided to try and pull a DEILD real fast. So I went back to sleep, it was easy, but I held on to one though; 'This is a dream'. I appeared on the patio of my house, and I was lucid. Hey, I thought. Lucid dream, it's about time. An assassin with some kind of rifle appeared about ten meters to the left of me, but as he took aim, I kicked him from a distance, in the stomach. Then I ran at a very fast rat down my driveway, thinking, Hmm. This probably won't last very long. So I rubbed my hands, all that jazz. But I stopped next to my dad's car, at the sight of an old lady, my instincts said she was important. She was watching me, from the other side of the street. I car passed, and she disappeared the fraction of a second I couldn't see her behind the car, and she reappeared five meters in front of me. "You shouldn't be able to do that." She rasped, obviously referring to how I air-kicked the assassin. She was wearing a black cloak and scarf. She seemed to have a rash on her face, it was covered in bumps. She had brownish blond hair, and pale blue eyes, that seemed metaphorically dark. "You shouldn't be able to do that," She said again, slowly moving towards me. I tried to fight, but she blocked all my throws. Not one of the best choices I could have made, I should have just flown away. Or atleast set my hands on fire. Other people appeared, and circled me, all slowly advancing. "You shouldn't be able to do that," They all said. I got the feeling they wanted me to wake up, or something bad would happen. So as they were almost on top of me, chanting, I woke myself up. I lay in my bed, first thought being, 'You freaking idiot.'
Note : Me talking Midget talking I´m at the gate of a big white house, I fly above and see an old water place in the garden, I try to summon an octopus in it. Does not work. ¨There used to be octopuses.¨ Says a little man behind me, sitting at a garden table. -¨Where can I find the octopuses? -This is none of your business.¨ I see a key on the table where the small guy is sitting. -¨Does this lead to the octopuses water place ? - Not tellin´ you. - What part of my personality are you ? what do you represent ? - Nothing, I´m not telling you. - Why won´t you tell me ? - I don´t have any interest in helping you girl, get away from my house now. - You know you are just a dream character and I created you ? - I don´t care. ¨ I grab the key on the table but the midget fight back. I push him and he falls over. I can see two locks on his chest. one big in the center of the chest, and one smaller where the heart should be. I open the middle one and find a big book in his chest. -¨Don´t read this I don´t want you to see me naked ! ¨ The fist page is illustrated by a young boy climbing in a tree. The legend says ; ¨This is how I escaped a thousand soldiers.¨ The other pages are only illustrated and show the midget (with a normal adult size) singing naked in a jail´s shower. The rest of the pages are picture of the man becoming smaller and smaller.
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