Morning of December 20, 2017. Wednesday. Bus to Bunk Beds I am aware of a double-decker bus in our neighborhood where we presently live. It seems to be afternoon. I see it pass three different times. After it stops for a time on the street and about two houses east of our house, I discover it is mainly now made of the bunk beds of our two youngest sons. I am annoyed because it may take some time and work in getting it back in our house. A singular vehicle, whether it is a bus, car, airplane, or boat, is typically a form of autosymbolism that stems from the illusory physicality of the dream state. In this case, it actually transitions to the dream state indicator of the bunk beds as further validation of how such autosymbolism forms in REM sleep, almost like a virtual reverse engineering of the dream sequence itself. This is quite common in my dreams and one of the factors that helped me understand dreams at a very early age. Lounge Room Enterprise I am lying on the lounge room floor in the morning when I realize our lounge room “is” the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701 from the original “Star Trek” series). At times, I consider if I am inconveniencing the crew by lying near the captain’s chair (to its right). No one says anything or asks me to move or get up. Additionally, there is not a viable sense of traveling through outer space in this case, though it is not implied to be the television series set either. Looking up at our television, which seems mostly normal, it shows stars and what looks like small curly hairs moving toward the viewer, our television apparently serving as the Enterprise viewscreen. This was similar to “Helicopter Not Landing Yet” (relative to its specific type of autosymbolism) from Christmas morning of 2016 and a number of other dreams since childhood. In such dreams, the vestibular system correlation associated with the illusory physicality of the dream state transmutes into a house or other building perceived as a vehicle, with various levels of ambiguity (including the essence of bilocation in some cases, which is common in my dreams). This includes dreams such as “Riding in a House Back to Arcadia”, where my Cubitis home travels down the highway as an oversized bus. “White Christmas” Not a Trigger I hear lyrics from “White Christmas” (sitting in the lounge room of our present home, possibly hearing it from a radio or television), but I do not catch this dream state indicator, that is, the phrase “I’m dreaming”. Such dream state indicators rarely trigger lucidity and if anything, keep me relaxed on the passive side of RAS mediation, even though they have occurred throughout every sleep cycle for over 50 years. That is moot though, since I seem to think it is near June rather than December and see it as unusual in that way, as being “unseasonable”. Along with “Theme Park Drive with Zsuzsanna” and “The Roof Factor”, 5 of 12 regular dreams for this date are presently online. (By “regular”, I mean other than the numerous hypnagogic dreams at the beginning of each sleep cycle, which are typically too many to count or feasibly record.)
Morning of November 6, 2017. Monday. I am riding on a bus in an unknown area, possibly implied to be at night as I am not aware of much light. There are only a few other people on the bus, all unfamiliar. The bus driver is an unfamiliar female of about thirty. She is on the right side and the door is on the left, so it can be assumed to be associated with Australia. However, in my dream, I am not fully focused on my country of location, though mixed features and composites of buildings from two or more countries are common in my dreams. I perceive myself as being about half of my real age and in my twenties. An unknown female is ready to get off the bus at the next stop, which is apparently also my stop. Curiously, the bus driver also checks out library books as people get off, which my dream self does not consider odd at all, though I do not recall any backstory as to where I had actually gotten the books. I do not notice any area on the bus that has books stored. As I am getting my books checked out from the bus driver, I realize that I am also holding a number of my socks, perhaps about eight pairs, but I have accidentally dropped three or four onto the floor as well as into a laundry bag (that is full of other people’s socks) near the bus driver’s seat, on her left (and in front of me). I am somewhat annoyed upon doing this, as I do not want to lose my socks. I wake around this point. As I have studied my dreams all my life and resolved most of them and their basic meanings and components (including literal prescience when it comes to pass, which is very common for me), this one, despite its unusual nature, is very easy to grasp. It is simply a combination of two typical dream state end markers mashed together with a dream state indicator into one situation. Getting off a bus symbolizes leaving the dream state. A checkout area (as otherwise in a store, library, hotel, or other location) also symbolizes leaving the dream state. Being aware of socks in this case is a dream state indicator as I do not wear socks in my sleep and thus perceive myself as carrying them in the waking transition. Books are a symbol of the emergent consciousness (a link to my conscious self identity of which is not extant in many non-lucid dreams) as critical thinking skills are not extant in non-lucid dreams. Basically, with this dream, my mind simply mixed the two transitional dream state end markers with a dream state indicator (subliminal thread of awareness that I had become unconscious but not with viable lucidity). The core meaning, with a typical pattern of dream state synthesis (that is, mixing unrelated linear events, in this case as leaving a bus mixed with leaving a library and additionally linked to the subliminal realization of needing to get dressed after waking) should be obvious to a person of reasonable intelligence. One reason why I dream in a continuous cycle as such and virtually infinite mixes of specific markers for induction, dreaming itself, non-lucid dream state indicators, and otherwise clearly defined waking transitions, is due to having sincerely studied and resolved so many of my dreams since early childhood and as a result, have become very familiar with them and their nature as well as augmented clarity of mind with virtually no nightmares other than when health-related (biologically premonitory). There is nothing here (presently) that relates to real life (at least not yet, and I have not ridden a bus in real life in years - though it may loosely relate to the memory of carrying textbooks on a school bus). For those who do not already know, the bus driver here is the preconscious, though in this case there is no conflict as my dream self had already subliminally “agreed” to wake. (The biological purpose of the preconscious, a function of the reticular activating system or RAS, is to establish an association with the need to wake and attend to real physical needs or to alert the unconscious self to a real environmental noise or unknown event.)
Date of Dream: MON 2 OCT - 2017 Dream 205 - Separated Sections Dream 205 A - Not The Same Driver I don't remember how the dream started. From where I can remember, I was doing something at Brandon Park Shopping Centre. I went outside one of the exits and thought to myself “I want to be picked up now”. I was standing at the end of the car park, on the nature strip, repeatedly calling for Dreamy WB. This has got to be the most times I've called for Dreamy WB in a dream. I was calling and calling like in Dream No. 93, the first two cars drove right by. Also like in Dream No. 93, the cars were exactly the same colour... The shiny navy ones went past. A dull black one then came and by the way it was driving, I thought it was going to go past too. It was just swinging out and then it parked right in front of me on the kerb. The back door of the car opened and she was inviting me in, but something wasn't right... She wasn't acting normal. As I went in to hug her, she pulled away from me with that look of disapproval on her face. She then climbed over the box compartment in the middle of the car and got into the driver's seat, leaving me at the back by myself, not even talking to me. I mentally made my conclusion... This wasn't Dreamy WB. Rather, it was WB taking Dreamy WB's car for a spin. She ended up dropping me off at the top of Gladstone Road, linking to Police Road. I was walking along a granite path and I see something in the ground. I dig and find that it is a completely ruined Mario plush. The worst thing is that there is no nose on it. The nose was completely ripped off and looked like it had been thrown onto the ground. I can't remember anything after seeing the destroyed Mario plush. Dream 205 B - What About Me walking around the area of the local primary school. An event was taking place there with Killester girls. I was walking around casually for a while until the dream scene restarted. I was on a bus with a very few girls, being driven to the school. Once I was there, I saw another bus pull up. I looked into the bus from the parking lot and saw lots of girls in that one. WB was with a big group of them at the back, having a huge conversation and a laugh. In the dream, I could actually, literally feel my heart sink because I couldn't be with them. I don't remember what took place in the school hall. That's all I can remember about this dream. Dream 205 C - I Work For The AFL I forgot how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at some random shopping centre when I was asked to do something for the AFL teams playing in the grand final. I was asked to draw up rough sketches to eventually make a PowerPoint presentation of the teams. I was then at my old house in the kitchen, doing some of the drawings. There was this sketch I apparently did of a red teddy bear and it got half a mark from the supervisor. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - Oops I slipped (interact with WB when she's angry 1 time) >> I hugged her and she pulled away really quickly, not talking to me for the rest of the drive.
Trying to get somewhere....At a round about walking then I catch a bus etc. This is recurring dream at the moment it's not as bleak as I used to get but I am weary from walking. At the moment i'm looking for a new job, I have two interviews this week, so it's all about finding my way in life, and choosing a path.
It's hot at the beach and I'm laying on the sand. Some kids nearby are burying people in the sand. I see Louise is there and we go for a walk to a concrete white building, to get some privacy we go behind it. We make out a little then head inside the building, it is very big with nothing much inside except a big red London bus. We get onto the bus and take a cosy seat but while on the bus someone starts driving it, they have to make really, really tight turns inside the building, going round and round. As the bus lurches were hanging onto our seats. Strange I don't remember having a dream with a red London bus before but today in class there was a kid fixated about red London buses (he was 4 so fair enough lol)
Date of Dream: WED 20 SEP - 2017 Dream No. 198 - Difficult Decisions The dream started on the Killester grounds... I was coming in to visit for a day. In front of the year 12 classrooms was EGor. I asked her what she was doing and she said that she was going to be helping at the music concert tonight. She asked me what time we had to be there and I said 6:30 PM. She then said that a lot of past year 12s would be doing it. It was currently lunch time and so I was going to find some other students. In the dream, the school is of a bigger size than in waking life. I soon realised that the year 12s hung out nowhere near the year 12 classrooms... In fact, it was only me and EGor with no one else around. So off I went as usual, I was attempting to locate the whereabouts of WB. I ended up heading towards the library and that's where I saw a big group of current year 12 girls but I still couldn't see WB. I was then walking through a corridor to a classroom and that's when I could see WB's reflection through the glass, she had her typical boofy hairstyle. I was then in the classroom and the teacher was Mrs V from primary school. I was bending down to pack my bag and AM was behind me, being annoying, trying to constantly wave in my face. When I finished packing, I turned around and and gave a slow, unenthusiastic wave back. Mrs V then made a comment that it's ideal to wave goodbye to everyone in the class. I was then outside and still wanted to speak to WB but I didn't much time as it was 3:15 PM and the bus was going to leave at 3:30 PM. I looked at my watch after some time and it said 5:30 PM in analogue time. A stranger approached me and told me to actually think of the time now as 4:30 PM. I headed out to the front of the school and noticed that every single bus had left. Mrs McN was sitting in the bus shelter and she tells me off because I missed all the buses. I deflected her comments by saying that I would just text my mum to come and pick me up. Some random empty bus then just magically appeared in front of me. I got my phone and texted, “Dorothy, can you please come and pick me up?”. I thought to myself “who's Dorothy? I soon realised and corrected the text to “Dreamy WB, can you please come and pick me up?”. Only then did the dream scene change to me being at home, seemingly on the weekend. My parents were having a mild argument about something, so I retreated to my bedroom to keep away. I pulled my phone out and saw this image of Dreamy WB in one of her more glamourous forms. I noticed though that my phone was on a really low battery percentage and so I had to change it soon or I would no longer have access to Dreamy WB. I look at the battery percentage and it's ½... So apparently there's a percentage measure between 1 and 0 now. I go to the dining room and sacrifice my phone to plug into my laptop. Stop reading if your sensitive to puberty <<. The last scene of the dream shows that I have just started my period. I then wake up. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Date of Dream: SUN 27 AUG - 2017 Dream No. 186 - Gaining Powers I don't remember the precise order of events in this dream. I think first of all, there were these TAFE classes going on, on a Thursday or Friday. I was then in this unknown area and didn't know where I was going. I said to myself that although it's not ideal to be following TAFE teachers around outside campus, KG was the only familiar person in this area. So I quietly snuck behind him and walked to where he was going without him spotting me. He ended up going to the public buses and I knew that this was how to get home. I noticed that he had met up with KHa at the bus stop. My brother NB then appeared in the dream and he was planning to find his way home as well. NB and I both made ourselves known to KG and KHa. It was planned that NB would go back with KG and I would go back with KHa.... We ended up getting on the same bus. The dream played a bit of the bus ride and then I think the scene changed. The next scene took place at my old house in the backyard but I forgot what I was dojng at the start of that scene. I noticed this pillar just next to the stairs that go up to the verandah. This dark grey stone pillar had the four elemental symbols carved into it. From top to bottom, the order of the elements were electricity, ice, earth and then fire. I figured out that the symbols were not active. I had to activate them by adopting the breath of that symbol and breathing onto it. The symbol would turn from its dark grey carving to the coloured glow of that particular element. I got ready to breathe out electricity. I made a “z-z-z” noise and as I did, real electricity cake out of my mouth, slowly filling up the inside of the symbol with bright yellow energy. The next pillar symbol to fill in was ice. I made some sound that I thought resembled the ice breath. What came out was a light blue, cold mist with traces of small white dots in it. The ice symbol was full but then I looked up and realised that there was not enough electricity. The electricity symbol was only filled in about 2/3 of the way. So I changed my breath back to electricity and made the yellow symbol full. I then moved onto earth, which was the easiest breath to release... It required the least effort and rather, a calm mind and body. The effect was the same as ice but the mist was green. Additionally, the earth symbol on the pillar was quick to fill up. The last symbol was fire which I took a really deep breath in to fill. What was released was indeed a very hot orange mist with warm white dots. Once all the symbols were filled, I stepped back from the pillar and noticed that I now had full power of the elements. I think the dream finished there. Dream Trophies Achieved - A Sprig Of Thyme (Use your earth abilities in 1 dream) >> Using earth to charge the green symbol on the pillar. - Sparkie (Use your electric abilities in 1 dream) >> Using electricity to charge the yellow symbol on the pillar. - Brave The Elements (Use all 4 elements in 1 dream). >> Filled up each of the 4 symbols on the pillar with a different element.
Updated 09-08-2018 at 02:05 PM by 93119
Morning of September 11, 2017. Monday. My dream is non-lucid, yet I am aware at one level that I am making my world and the events that unfold and I understand my dream’s autosymbolism while I am in it without recalling what a dream is. I am with my wife Zsuzsanna on a city bus. I am aware that the setting seems to be the north side of La Crosse (though Zsuzsanna has never been in America in real life). The bus is rendered incorrectly. Although it seems to be in America and the bus driver seems like a bus driver of whom I knew in real life (also in America), the driver’s side is on the right and the doors are on the left. My dream self does not consider this as wrong though. Zsuzsanna and I are on the right, only a couple seats back from the driver. Over time, I am uncertain of our destination or of any cohesive backstory. There is a scene where the bus stops near an intersection. I have somewhat of an expectation that it will turn to the right and softly bump the back of a parked car and it does. The driver does not seem alarmed or surprised, but cheerfully comments “oops” and backs the bus up and turns to the left. I realize that where we get off has something to do with me waking from the dream state. I remember that a bus ride symbolizes the return to consciousness (and that waking symbolism is “correctly” oriented to my right), and yet somehow, my dream self does not maintain viable lucidity or the viable memory of what a dream actually is. (This is difficult to resolve in conscious afterthought but is a fairly common way of thinking in my non-lucid dreams. It is what it is. It is probably a result of over fifty continuous years of dream documentation and study, and resolving most of them.) I do not consider that I could just wake up by willing it (even as in certain non-lucid dreams) as I have done in many past dreams. I think that the bus stop I have to get off at in order to achieve consciousness is on the right side of the street when going south and is near the Rivoli Theatre (the bus stop sign being unrealistically high, nearly as high as a traffic light), but I do wake before we reach the area. Time and time again, for over fifty years, I have written about how the preconscious is never dominant or aggressive (other than when biologically premonitory) when I am already willingly in the waking transition (albeit, typically subliminal as such), and it is as true here as always. Here, the preconscious (bus driver) even cheerfully allows me to deliberately cause the bus that he is otherwise driving to softly bump into a car by (subliminal) mental will before moving on. (This bump is likely symbolic of Zsuzsanna and I softly bumping each other while sleeping, since vehicles typically symbolize the human body or holding the mode of unconsciousness in real time.)
Updated 06-10-2018 at 05:55 AM by 1390
It was night and I was on a bus, right behind the driver. The driver was completely nuts, and rammed several cars off the road. After a bridge, I got off the bus, and realized I should flee, as I heard the police coming. I sneaked away and started running as fast as I could. I could feel gravity decreasing, so I naturally took to the sky and started flying. The whole world felt like it took place on a circular artificial floating island. I was running on the outer "edge" of the platform. Beyond that were more buildings, and then the ocean.
Didn't recall much this time. I played some Breath of the Wild, and nothing special happened. [New Scene] Conditions: Partly cloudy, mild temperature, dark cloud bases, evening; sun was above horizon, pre-dusk. The trees around were fir trees. There was a hill to the west (the sun was above that too). I had to drive a truck home from somewhere. That became a problem when a girl took the passenger seat. Despite her slim appearance, her presence changed the handling of the truck. Also, I had to avoid abnormally large school buses as they turned; I had to reverse like 100ft to not get hit.
I don’t remember what happened in the first LD, but it lasted about 5 minutes. I know I lost lucidity due to being distracted. Second lucid: I spawned in a bus, got out, did part of the procedure, but didn’t do the stabilization half, or break through, so I remained at Layer 2. I did spawn a flat, 2D animated Princess Luna behind some barrels, but the product was half-assed due to being in Layer 2. I could not interact with her when I tried. Next, I got distracted by the bus and DCs. Around me was a curved, 2-lane road surrounded by field, which was surrounded by woods a few hundred feet out. (The trees were on the shorter side, and were deciduous.) Time: 1-3 minutes Third lucid: I did half of the procedure again due to distraction. I stopped a lot of the stuff going on at the beginning with a verbal command inside a church, but there were still a few left. I did not focus on the procedure enough to break through to Layer 3. I got distracted by a car that needed to be pushed. This car was on grass behind the church building. There was tall grass and scattered deciduous trees around. The weather was sunny. Later, I was at very low lucidity, inside a car that was strapped with explosives. I was trying to ditch the car safely, so that nothing else would be damaged. Time: 5-7 minutes Total Time: 11-16 minutes Distractions: 3
Updated 05-01-2017 at 12:27 AM by 67050
Early morning , around 4pm 420 At a point in my dream , I smoked weed, and it felt soooo goood , I didnt felt anything bad and when I smoked into this bong like thing, i felt the taste of the fragrant plant it was like some herbal thing, and it was not bitter or bad, it was kinda like inhaling fresh air and some fresh plants air , I started to see in green and exhale green smoke sometimes . I strolled around in my city for a while in that state then I woke up. I never used the said plant, so its really interesting how my brain imagined it would be like to smoke it... Late morning 7-8 am , Another lucid, low lucidty. I didn't plan to do a wild now, or well, I have completely lost lucidity before transition, I became lucid after a hand RC and saw that i have more fingers than I should. I screwed around with telekinesis ,then I wanted to go outside , but I couldnt ,the doors were closed, then I asked who the heck closed the door . A girl answered , I hear her voice outside, just infront of the window, so I peeked out, with my neck elongated I could see her. She was almost olive skinned, skinny girl, brown hair that was a little bit curly , black eyes, cant tell if her complex was asian or latina , beautiful lips and a qt turn up nose. She wore an orange shirt, and jeans I think or a short. She said " I'm your guard. You can't get out of this house." Then I asked why and she said something like I broke rules and if I try to get out I will be kicked from "the server" that is I presume the dream. I was really aloof and didnt give a damn, so I said " go on ,try to kick me out" . She tried to say something but she suddenly disappeared. I checked the doors then , they were still closed "damn it " I omitted, then tried to float through the wall, and then suddenly I had an FA. Remembering that I did a hand rc and realized that I'm still dreaming. My lucidity started to decrease at this point , near to semi lucid. I suddenly found myself in a supermarket, in a sport shop, I spent the rest of the dream with throwing things around with telekinesis. Last dream , ended at 10 am, not lucid. I was in a bus, with a group of people we were going somewhere, the landscape was somewhere sandy, somewhere green, there were mountains similar to german ones. Then at a point the bus driver got nuts ,and wanted to push out a cat or some animal from a hole with the bus and said that if we dont liek animals we can just simply get off the bus and walk away, everyone was pissed at the woman because that was stupid and it was just a waste of our time. I got off the bus and then I faced some army men getting big dogs ( they looked like a mix of collie and german sheperd, and all of them looked the same) and torturing them killing them, on this way up to a hill, there were a lot of bees and hornets too, the dogs got tied up together and dragged around , some were shot, there were a pile of them, and some dog tried to attack the men, they kicked the dogs, sometimes shot them, and the bees also attack them. It was a horrible sight, at a point , i ran away fastly ,cuz I started to step in bees and I did not have shoes. At a point I got to a city that looked israeli. And I met a woman who agreed to house me, I saw she has a guitar , a weird one, and wanted to play with it. She gave it to me ,then I started to play the israeli anthem ,hatikvah , with profficiency I never did. No matter what frets I hit, it just sounded right, and it was awesome. While playing the woman went into her room and I just continued to play on the street until the end , when I woke up finally.
Morning of March 10, 2017. Friday. I am swimming under the ocean (and I can breathe underwater as in many previous dreams since early childhood). I am near the ocean bottom. The imagery is beautiful. A shark swims toward me but turns and swims to my left as we move past each other and I am not threatened or even acknowledged in any way. There are other fish, including sharks, here and there. I soon notice a submerged bus on the ocean floor. It appears to be empty but I decide to explore. Eventually, covering the bus, is what I assume to be long equidistant strands of some sort of seaweed, and yet oddly, it looks more like green Christmas tinsel garlands arranged vertically around the perimeter of the bus, each about a foot apart. They sway with the ocean current and actually seem to “reach out” at times. They establish a sense of joy though I remain puzzled about this seeming setting distortion. Curiously, my dream temporarily becomes a dream within a dream, of viewing sparkling Christmas ornaments and swaying garlands. I seem to circle intricately decorated Christmas trees and look deep within their branches and feel intense joy. Soon though, I am back under the ocean in the original setting. I swim into the bus through the open doors at the front right side. The driver’s seat is empty and it looks like the whole bus may be empty. I swim towards the back. I notice a human body (female) wrapped up in transparent plastic, in a middle seat on the right, wrapped with a cord around the middle. For a short time, a potential (flight symbol) waking prompt distorts the scene and the inside of the bus seems more like the inside of an airplane where men would line up on each side to be ready to parachute (and all the singular one-person seats face outwards now instead of towards the front of the bus). I try to focus more and the bus temporarily becomes a separating construct of giant ribs after an impression of thin white splitting plastic, pieces of the seats floating outwards and upwards. However, I am soon back in the original setting. I look at the girl’s face through the plastic. She is unfamiliar but alive. Her eyes glow brightly as she smiles. There is something I do with my mind that I do not recall ever doing before (which also occurred in another dream of this date). I think it has something to do with a dream of May 18, 2015 (“Unusual Bird”), except in that dream, I was watching the event happening to someone else from a distance. It has something to do with deliberately superimposing the essence of your face onto a dream character’s face (almost like forcing a three-dimensional “mirror” around the person’s head, yet internally and externally at the same time). There is an extraordinary sensation and skewed awareness that cannot be accurately described. (I also get a vague impression that this may be the supposed “new” entity or “contact” from a few other dreams.) For a moment, her head becomes that of a shark (though somewhat anthropomorphic as it looks directly outward from the otherwise vertical body), but changes back, seemingly implying a playful sense to demonstrate an ability to quickly change. I carry her out of the bus (though still with the plastic around her) and swim up to an underwater cliff. Perhaps she is a shark but I still think she should be rescued. I carry her over my left shoulder as I swim. From here, there is intense and vivid fractal imagery which flashes and turns. I am still seemingly underwater though and continue to “swim” through the surreal patterns. I also see flashing Mandelbrot patterns. I watch an orange octopus (which seems ambiguously entwined within the spiraling fractal imagery for a time). There is more than one at times. Looking from underneath the octopus at one point, I get the impression of a billowing and waving skirt, which temporary becomes such an image for a short time. The octopus imagery is very detailed and correct at first. However, there is one point where I see an “octopus” that seems to have virtually endless tentacles. It sits on the cliff. My dream shifts into more fractal images and impressions of the shiny patterns inside oyster shells. As I wake, I experience the most unusual hypnic jerk I have ever had. It feels like numerous small tendrils of electricity grabbing my foot and lower leg and lifting it up. My entire leg moves upward as I wake before it drops back onto our bed. (I had been sleeping in a position where part of my right side and much of my stomach is on the mattress.) Typically, hypnic jerks and other waking muscle movement (other than my nightly back spasm) are not this sustained (though my leg usually does jump a bit) and I do not recall feeling individual tendrils of energy “grabbing me” or “attempting to lift me” like this before. It was very strange and interesting…and something new and appreciated (regardless of it being somewhat startling, although because the effect is similar to a dream I had in America where the energy of Zsuzsanna’s essence was fully felt upon me, it did seem external - though I am not sure of the source - if it was Zsuzsanna, who was sleeping near me at the time, I do not recall her “sending” this way before).
Last night bed around 8:30 pm - 4:30am DREAM 1 I'm somewhere outdoors. There is a strange looking swimming pool, with slanted, concrete sides, with grass growing from between the slabs. A kidnapper arranged 6 or 9 tied up girls in the slopes, with spaces between them. They are soon unconscious and slip into water. I know he doesn't want them to die, so even when I see them with mouth submerged, I somehow know or hope that they are gonna be ok. Now I'm standing in some other pool. It has beautiful turquoise water with gentle waves. I put my head at water level and all I can see is this gorgeous water. I tell myself I'll have to take a picture of this so I remember it and I can dream about it. Later I'm in a big city bus. Have a feeling it's NY. I tell the black woman bus driver about the girls in the pool. Then she whispers them to another passenger who is getting off, so they can alert the police. Some kids in the back of the bus are cold, so I find some blanket and a comforter and give it to them.
I was visiting a friend which I haven't seen in a long time. The dream was odd in the respect that I couldn't figure out how old we were supposed to be in the beginning. I was in the town she lives in which is only 10 minutes from me IRL but I haven't seen her IRL for years either. Anyway, we are at a local plae where we are hanging out & talking but then we go to a school. There is going to be a ballgame somewhere & she's either attending the school or there in some other capacity. For some reason ppl are being paired by her to sit together & be some kind of pep squad for the school. I was wondering to myself in the dream if she would pick me which I found odd that I just suddenly was noticing what I was thinking on a really strange level. She did pick me & a girl beside her looked taken aback by this. We go on the bus & are at the bleachers of the game. The girl is there & so is my friend & I become all full on lucid & look at her & say to the girl "Rindi & I all grown up, we have kids & grandkids of our own. And Josh is in his 5th yr of college" I just staretd laughing & woke up. Schools are one of my dream signs.
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