My dream recall is still lousy except for my little lucids that are so vivid as to be real or more than real. I awoke to find myself on a large bed with nice clean white sheets, it is a four poster bed. I am sprawled out on the bed and wonder where the hell am I, when I wake up in the dream. I realise I am dreaming and go to get up off the bed but find i am stuck. My wrists and ankles are bound to the bed by white silk ties Oo this is not disimilar to a dream I had before but did not record as it was to embarressing lol. I feel the presences of silky and sure enough I look up to see her looking at me, I am quite deliriously happy, and she is begins to belly dance. I am totally hypnotised by her every movement craning my neck up from the bed, as sh dances. As she dances my chest is filled with heat but more interestingly she seems to shimmer. And sure enough she is pulsing with some kind of aura or afterglow. As she moves my eyes are riveted to her every sinuess movement. The energy is starting to be thrown off from her in great swaths. I suddenly realise that the music filling the room is coming from her, as her every movement is not only in time with the music but it is vibrating to create it and I now can see the music as colours radiating from her body. She is so amazing, I start to cry feeling the warm, tears trickle down my cheeks. The energies intensify and roll off her in powerful waves slowly filling the room with colur and light, forming a 3d patchwork around her. The colours paint the walls of the room creating intricate artwork everywhere. She moves closer and says something but i am now so blissed out that I can barely make out the words, I am again in a warm bubble of golden syrupy energy. I feel safe I feel like I have come home again. I think I made out her words, she was mischeiviesous as ever. I wake up feeling warm and snuggly and don't want to get up at all I just want to stay with those feelings forever. The noises of people and the mundane world start to fill my awareness and I awaken thinking how strange the world is that it does not know what had come to pass. [comment] I noticed that the colours in the air were making the kandinsky combinations those they evolved further
Updated 05-01-2016 at 11:58 AM by 89275
Incubated on last lucid and what i'd do in the dream, burning ache in my chest as I went off to sleep. I dreamt I was at goldies work (mmhmm that woman again lol). I imagined her iworking in a very large open plan office with gallery style flooring. The building was mostly glass (dream sign), from floor to high ceiling. A glass swirly staircase leading from the 2nd floor to the first floor. I was up looking down over the railings of the 2nd floor then went down to Gs desk. She was standing but then went round to sit at her desk. She was wearing a charcoal grey cotton suit, looking very slim, with her hair straight down. We were talking about solving some detective case, I was kind of distracted, no idea why Then we started talking about tiles? a bathroom mystery idk? Then it turned out that the tiles were to be like this wassily kandinsky picture in arrangement... I awoke feeling a electric pulse shooting through my body to my root chakra, my mind zoned out for a while. Then I felt the syrupy energy but this time it was cooling my aching chest then smiley. [Comment] I had the dream sign of combinations like the kandinsky painting for months, but could never figure it out. Now goldie actually has a reproduction of this painting in her house and sent apicture of it too me Oo the plot thickens, what does it all mean!!!!! Now I'm on the case!!! Part 2 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gU7XXzyT6k
Updated 04-29-2016 at 07:10 PM by 89275
D1 - I am playing god and creating people, but I need the correct material in correct propotions. Everything is under control ~^ D2 - I am in my classroom, the idea of control is a figment of someone else's imagination. The kids have no connection with me, they are "playing up" refusing my control. I send one child after another to "sit out" but they are milling about like walking dead zombies, and kind of hostile too Oo. [Comment] I am trying to control things and have expectation of things that are unacceptable. I need to accept what is and go with the flow, not try and force what is into another shape.
D1 - Large dark tarot cards are laying side by side,vertically. They transform into animated scenes, CGI . Then they become youtube channels. There are some very unseemly guys on a youtube channel, doing very unseemly things, totally fake. D2 - A dark boat boat is in very dark waters, the wood old and chared. In the boat is the body of a dead man, dressed in victorian clothes. The mans widdow, dressed in a dark grey cloak, is standing on a narrow wooden jetty, looking down over the man. She holds a large grail in her hand filled with dark cold water. She is protective of her dead husband, and says I am unworthy even though I am alive and he is dead. She is a woman of ill repute. D3 - I am making a large amount of outfits from stencils , pining them on manikins and laying out large rolls of red and white fabric, with writing on it. I am working out how much I can make and how much it will cost. I do not want to give these away as it will cost many thousands but feel it is my duty, begrudgingly I continue. D4 - My daughter is a toddler and it is her birthday in the dream. I am putting together some kind of animation from a game she likes, it becomes I am not sure what. I feel she will be disappointed but try to get things read. I display it on a large projector screen, infront of a table filled with party food. there is some time before her guest's arrive. I go out. I am on a track riding a small bike. I have no idea when the party will begin and after passing a small boy on a green tracktor that blocked my path, I turn back. I am physically unable to go back, no matter how I grag the bike. I then find I am also lost and desperation and dread fill me. Trying to get back I walk dragging the bike, past a sea front amusement, it is empty apart from some teenagers standing together on the rain strewn concrete floor. I try to sneak past them feeling very ashamed. They see me and jeer at me. I struggle on.
D1 - Class are drawing something, all the drawings are slightly different but all are wrong, red, blue pen is being used. Ed suggests he could help. I decide to redo lesson and take class back out on a trip to see the art they have been trying to replicate in the art gallery again. Whilst taking them I realise no way is there sufficient time to complete task, it is 2.30pm. I meet D in corridor she is smiley and helpful, but just makes me feel inaquedate and totally stupid. D2 - A load of old geezers are drinking in a bar, there is a large pitcher of whiskey which is being refilled. Some have hat and coats on. One looks like delboy out of only fools and horses. They are discussing someone, they don't rate. I have the feeling it is me. That I don't qualify as man enough for their liking. D3 - Someone is jogging through semi-woodland on a muddy track. They are having a conversation as he runs along, about how his coach has been so great and a fantastic rolemodel. And as I stand by the path, near some training bars, I get the feeling that I am excluded, as i am not a good rolemodel, or father or anything. D4 - We are at the last minute it seems again, trying to learn the lines for some performance. I try hopelessly to get the kids to remember their lines. Rob ever helpful, seems to have put me in a barrel and i'm in dark water out at sea. Next i'm on his boat in a small cabin, I can still sea the dark waters out the little rectangular windows. He shows me his parasitic worm collection, they are gigantic and very horrible. I try with all my intention to pull away as the worm comes towards my face. I imagine them inside me, eating me. He is upset about how his worms have not be breeding well, due to the dark wet weather and that the tanks have not been cleaned properly. Inside the wood in the cabin is slightly ornate, not unlike a coffin Oo. When I awake I am not scared but later remember the extreme sensation and fear.
D1 - I find out why I have been falling in love with the same red haired person through time. I meet Matt Smith and Karen Gillan , and here is the synch Anyway best thing is, is the time machine is a train. We travel and tracks through space and time, on outside of train for some reason. Meeting past life red head, earlier red head this life time and later red head this life time. Which are all supposed to be same soul Anyhow was cool. D2 - Brother and ex-wife are in some kind of limbo, with 2 years not knowing what to do or where to live. They visit a warehouse with lots of boxes with special coding on them. I figure out how it works but can see no point for such a system as they have next to no stock. D3 - Horse riding competiton. Our side is very confident but are tricked due to this. Our last hope is a good rider, he jumps and swings himself onto the horses back much as a gymnast onto the parallel bars. But we are still tricked it seems.
D1 - Same ol Same ol dream I keep having, different version each time, always same theme. I have a multitude of configurations to choose from and this time they are grids, bit like a large rubic cube. each square has a different quality, one seems to represent wheat (must be food) etc I think previous circular objects meant trying to create unity, this seems like calculating my options i.e not leaving anything to intuition Woke 1.25am had trouble getting back to sleep, worrying about life D2 - Was in a room, with a guy with a long clump of fair hair sitting back in a chair, relaxed. Light streamed into the spacious room, a dust haze off the bare flooring. He asked me some question, gesturing to the window. He was signalling outside the room as being everyone in the concensus world outside. I replied that money and material things were not the purpose of life, and meaning existed in the non-physical world only, the world between worlds. He nodded seeming happy with the reply. I hugged him and the dream ended. I felt a bit calmer after the dream and slept a little less fretfully.
D1 - Incubating strange wiggly creatures in a translucent shed. They are hanging up, fatest specimen is rubbery slug/snail or could be ear shaped creature is selected to be most successful and is to be crossed with best robot parts. [This dream came before robot parts one but I went back to it again] - Children trying to create the best robot/machine from parts available. All are being made in a matrix of combinations. Most are circular in overall shape. D2 - Wake up sunburnt from head to toe, red raw apart from white part where I was wearing a cap on my head. I slather the remaining lotion to my daughters shangrin over myself. It is already sweltering with bright sun light. Outside Island is very grassy with some palm trees. we have to make a trip across main island and over to a small island which has been designated as a car park! Oo We breifly discuss pros and cons of this.
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