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9.27.15

Sleep 2pm 9"45pm before night shift

I intended to wake up around 7 for a 30 min WBTB then nap on a sofa like yesterday, when I got a DILD. But I was too sleepy to do that. Instead, I got one of the longest, most vivid and detailed, interesting and beautiful dreams I had in a long time.

DR 1:
I missed mom's call. I'm trying to call her back, so I open the contact list. As I do that, about 15 tiny thumbnail pictures and videos start to load as a list of contacts. Screen is smallish, so the names are cut off. I pick one that says "call ..." because I thin that is mom, and I hit dial.

Someone answers but says nothing. Instead a video starts playing. Rather a live feed and I recognize my mom's street. I start talking, asking if it;s her.

Pisture changes and now I see a young boy playing on the beach. I recognize him as a kid I used to babysit. I realize I called his mom and somehow I see the video she is taping with her phone at that moment.

Somehow I'm transported to that location. I'm sitting on a beach, kids and their mom is there. I look at the ocean and I can't believe it. It is incredibly georgeous. Saphire blue, see through to the bottom. Waves are mixing in some whites into the blues and the sunshine is giving some light effects like what you see on the walls or ceiling of an indoor swimming pool reflected of the waves that are splashing around. I'm looking around and waves are hitting the beach from few different direction, then retrieving back to the ocean. The blue is incredible blue.

I look at the sand and it's pure white. I say to kids that it's time to go find some seashells. As I look up and down the beach, I don't see any large ones. So I just look close to me where we are sitting and a few colorful small ones are there.

Then we are sitting in a small swimming pool. Kids are in the water, I'm sitting on the edge. It looks like a small gazebo. It's separated from the ocean by a metal gate on one side, so water comes in but not anything dangerous. I ask them how is the water, because I was freezing. (I had the AC on and was getting really cold)

DR2:

I'm traveling back to California. At the house, I look out the window and I'm amazed. There is not much land around. The house ( I see it now from above) sits on a piece of land that is not bigger than the house itself. All around us are small islands, channels of water and ocean.

Islands are all elongated in same direction. As if they were leftovers of the land that tore itself apart by being pulled from 2 ends. Some islands have trees on them and they look like tops of hills or mountains that used to be there before.

I ask what happend and they say "liquifaction".

I feel the house moving, as if floating away on the water. I tell them that it's the same sensation I had in a dream not that long time ago. (it's true, dream of house floating away on the sea of lava in India - "Volcano in India")

DR3:
I'm taken to a house to visit someones family. (All these 3 dreams are somehow connected)

I walk into the house and we are walking by a living room full of people. Another one, also full of people sitting on sofas and chairs, watching TV and just lounging around. I realize they have to have more than one living room because the family is huge.

I say hi to all of them and they reply. Some I meet face to face and I'm surprised some are black. I wonder who married into black family. They are all very nice but I sense some tension.

A boy walks up to me, says hi and I shake his hand. His face is disfigured.

Another very tall young man walks up to me. He is in boxer's shorts and he is telling me that he is in the boxing championship in Saudi Arabia and he is doing quite well. I shake his hand and it's all rough and also disfigured, and his face too. I realize that you can be successful like that as well.

I walk into a very small bedroom. The bed is right next to the wall and the window and the ocean is righ against the window. As the waves are splashing around, they are starting to spill into the room. I yell at someone to come and do something.

DR4:

We are on the ocean. I look to the righ and a humongous wave is coming at us. It's a tsunami and we all say this is it, we are done. Goodbye.

Morning of September 13, 2015. Sunday.



I am in a seemingly isolated area that feels somewhat elevated (such as some sort of “floating” featureless room), in semi-lucidity, enough to know that my conscious thoughts can make and shape my (unscripted in this case) dream. I think about a snowstorm for no particular reason and I watch a few snowflakes swirl through the air outside, in the darkness of seeming night, seemingly looking west (considering the vague focus and orientation of our real bedroom). I see no land features, just the snowflakes. After a few minutes, I see a blizzard though I do not feel cold at any point. I feel a deep sense of peace for a time, watching the snowflakes swirl around.

I eventually get a vague idea that I am looking into outer space rather than looking outside and into a snowstorm, and then I eventually realize that I “actually” am looking into a “real” outer space scene. Now, stars and planets are swirling around, crashing into each other with brilliant explosions. I am somewhat amused that a simple blizzard transforms into such an amazing chaotic event that seems to imply “the end of the universe”. I start thinking of the scene being reminiscent of “The Wizard of Oz”, where Dorothy is watching all the strange imagery through her window. I even do a vocal “doot-doo” version of the scene where Miss Gulch is riding her bicycle.

I soon get the idea that the little melody of Miss Gulch’s bicycle ride is not really that suitable for the end of the universe, so I try to vocalize “The Ride of the Valkyries” but keep shifting into the “National Geographic” theme. No matter what, I cannot grasp the melody from “The Ride of the Valkyries” without it switching to the other tune. I “realize” that the two pieces have much the same music but with slightly different timing and accented parts. The exact “The Ride of the Valkyries” melody keeps eluding me and I get more and more frustrated that I cannot remember it correctly. In the background, the “National Geographic” theme keeps distracting and even “teasing” me every time I get a little of the other tune correct.

From here, I see that the end of the universe has changed into a basketball game. This seems reasonable, as a sphere is still bouncing about the “cosmos”. I watch passively for several minutes.

“Could you move?” says a young friendly female voice from behind me. Indeed. I find that I had not been looking out a window (even though I was - my dream just typically changed as such), but sitting in front of a large television where a basketball game is being broadcast (and perhaps the other scenes were relevant to a cowboy show followed by a channel changing to an astronomy show followed by it being changed to this basketball game). It is a young version of my wife, seated on a couch and wearing a light pink robe, but in a scenario that implies it is years before we met. “I didn’t know girls watched basketball,” I say. I get up and suddenly stop when I see two people I do not know coming into the room. They are likely token parents of Zsuzsanna’s in this scene. So, obviously, I transform into an antique brass floor lamp. The “father” comes over and pinches my nose and my “bulb”, implied to be at about the same level as my head, lights up the room a bit better. Zsuzsanna has an extraordinarily mischievous grin growing on her face, as she seems to be eating popcorn.

Remembering that I am dreaming (rather than my lucidity being consistent throughout), I decide to try to come out of my brass floor lamp camouflage. This is difficult and I succeed only in wobbling my base while rocking side to side, making a curious clanging sound on the wooden floor. The other male looks around curiously, but then continues to chop some spring onion in the kitchen.

Well, I cannot move as a lamp, so I might as well wake up, which I do.

Morning of August 5, 2015. Wednesday.



More. There is always so much more. Just when I had finished “The Macaroni and Spaghetti Mystery - Solved?” (August 4, 2015), the Source decides to start playing with me again and confirm at least some of what I already knew, yet alarm me with another end-of-the-world dream. It carries much the same theme as “Explosion on the Sun” (April 26, 1972). I believe, just as with an atomic bomb, a catastrophic CME mostly only represents the waking process and the transition of energies between different levels of consciousness. I know this from “A Place in the Sky” (November 26, 2014) where I was able to “pause” the nuclear event (though it was still occurring extremely slowly, though so slowly as to not be perceivable or represent any kind of a threat) and thus my dream did not end and it became more vivid (though not quite to apex lucidity - though it did not “need” to be) and longer than usual.

In this dream, I am living with my family in a completely unfamiliar building. My mother is alive again and there are a few bags of books apparently from the library. We llive on the first floor of a building that seems somewhat commercial as the windows are like glass walls. The residence seems to be in a larger city. Along with books, there are also some music CDs and movies. For some reason, I find myself looking for a certain CD and cannot find it anywhere. I also note the variety of books, some quite large. I say something aloud about wandering why she had checked out so much as she will not have time to read all these books, or in fact, even finish one of them.

However, I realize that Zsuzsanna had also likely checked out several items from the library, including several children’s books. There are at least four larger bags full and I continue to search for something I was sure was there before but cannot find it now (recurring dream situation).

Meanwhile, around this same time period, there had been some solar flare and aurora activity that was not threatening in any way. It seems to have stopped. The time seems to be just after noon.

I notice one very odd DVD cover, a movie I am not familiar with and I am very surprised my mother had checked it out, as it looks like a very amateurish adult (X-rated) movie. I then see that the unlikely DVD had somehow duplicated itself so that there are now two copies, though this does not trigger lucidity. The cover is extraordinarily ugly and disturbing and vaguely reminds me of a vampire theme (though is more lamprey-like facially). It features a girl with a huge perfectly circular mouth, so large as to almost be twice its normal size and it almost seems I can make out gills on the inside (on each side). I find myself staring at this imagery in a typical “frozen” surreal dream event (similar to “Dennis the Cyclops” from June 1, 1988). The “lamprey girl” apparently seems to only serve as an oral sex vessel in the movie (I assume), though this does not make much sense in afterthought, as her mouth is far too large to be able to give pleasure in any way. As I continue to gawk at this horrendous image, an unknown female (possibly an implied secretary or nanny) comes into the room and asks me about the solar flares and CMEs, as she says “the sky is flashing again”.

I go out to the front room and notice that the sky is indeed flashing (that is, the light in the room is cycling as brighter and dimmer in perfect timing). I look out and see a very vivid and realistic scene of strips of plasma coming down from the clouds and setting things on fire when they hit. It seems like it may be the end of the world. Through the glass walls on the opposite side of the room, I see Julia (from “Under the Dome”) running towards our building with her side on fire and smoke coming out. (This scene was obviously influenced by the “Ejecta” episode of “Under the Dome” though it is not her that is killed by the fire.) I first thought she was my wife (before she got closer to the windows) but then I realize my wife is probably safe inside. Still, I wonder how long this will last and if it really is the end.

Shift. I remember the entry “The Macaroni and Spaghetti Mystery - Solved?” and realize what I wrote was correct, though there is more. Though macaroni does indeed represent the human brain (because of its appearance) and implied mental energies, “macaroni” is also an in-dream play on “my corona” (my crown). This causes me to reflect on another layer of “As the Worm Turns” (May 17, 2014). The worms falling out of my hair and becoming dried elbow macaroni are a play on the loss of “my corona” (my crown) in that I was leaving the dream state and no longer the king (though I was not lucid in that dream anyway - it was just more vivid than usual).

Also, the typical day-to-day precognitive layer follows (though as stated before I do not always document it online); my wife opened a letter from the library shortly after my dream and it said she had one overdue CD - which included songs from the “Twilight” (vampire) movie. I had no way of knowing this otherwise.

This also influenced me to have another look at “Dennis the Cyclops” due to it reminding me of the “lamprey girl” to some extent. Here are my words from that entry from my dream of June 1, 1988: “The ‘Dennis the Menace’ comic prior to this date was a gag where he said 'Guess what, mom! All the mirrors in the house look like ME!’ (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).”

Note the “worms” play again right after the unusual reference to what could be a play on Universal Mind (“All the mirrors in the house look like ME!”). Also, June 1, 2001 (not only exactly thirteen years after my dream but also exactly thirteen years after the “worms in the ground” panel he drew) is when Hank Ketcham, the artist of “Dennis the Menace”, passed away.

these dreams are form the morning of 10-19-14
Dream 1
I am with my family on an island type thing. There are different sections of the island. (like water, fire, grassy etc.) Me and someone else have to figure out where these pokemon type things are going. Gollum follows us around. We take a boat out in a lake and figure out that a pokemon thing disappeared because it was just a really small thing in a costume of a fish and a dark pokemon thing had eaten it along with the other pokemon things. Te dark pokemon was sixteen years old and the others were 15 and apparently from 15 to 16 there is a massive change in their size. There were other pokemon who posed as the dark pokemon that we had to stop. We also learned that my grandpas cancer went away. (He passed away a few years ago and he never had cancer)

Dream 2
I am at Cross Country practice and these end of the world things start happening like meteors and earthquakes. We all start running around to stay alive.

Dream 3
I am a cop and am sitting in the car. I was at a park on the outside of a track and my partner and I see a guy we were tracking down. We rush over to him and I pick up a glass that was on the ground. It has liquid drugs in it and we are arresting the guy because of this. I start drinking it and I can't stop. I know I should stop but it tastes really good. I know I'm getting addicted and finally I stop. Then my partner and I are on boats chasing criminals in the same environment as the pokemon dream.

Dream 4
I am at school waiting in the lunch line, though the line is the size of a really popular roller coaster. Gandalf and Legolas help me get towards the front. When I get up to the food area, W is talking to R. R is a really hot girl and I keep staring at her. K kept saying a certain greeting that for some reason no one else could say but her. Then I went to the gym and started shooting hoops but I couldn't make a shot. I left the gym and my dad was outside and he asked me something. A little kid told me to move in the hallway and I thought bout beating him up. I went into my science class and the tables were totally rearranged ad there were people in there that aren't IWL. I even asked why the tables were changed in the dream.

I was sent away to live in this weird city under a dome ruled over by a strange bald man. He only appeared to the people on Saturdays. The other days, other people were in charge of administering justice. They were referred to as "Pharisees".

I had three friends, all girls. We had been brought forcibly to the city together. One girl was young, one was just slightly younger than me and the other was just my age.

The laws in the city were terribly hard to keep, and if you broke any of them, horrible punishments were enacted on you. I got into trouble, but I sought an audience with the bald ruler.

I told him that it had been revealed to me that soon everything outside the domed city would be destroyed, but everything within would be saved. Therefore, I asked permission of him to go out into the surrounding desert and gather cactus plants, which we could replant after everything was destroyed. He allowed me to.

During our entire meeting, my nose ran incessantly. I couldn't stop it.

Dream - Lucid

I was at a school, an elementary school I believe. I went somewhere else to go get these pictures made. I got there, and the people who were taking pictures were a bunch of young brothers, and when I say young, I mean kids. They all had black bowl-cut hair and solid-colored sweaters. They were lined up from tallest to shortest. They were posing us (I believe more people were with me now, Dallas's sister being one) in these weird, cheesy poses. The way they talked seemed kind of shady. I think one that was talking had a weird accent. There was also something to do with these multi-colored pies; there was one that was bright yellow, which I assumed was lemon, and then there was a blue, a pink, and some other colored pies. I don't recall what they had to do with the photo shoot though.

Anyway, during the shoot, I had a vague feeling I may be getting ripped off, but it was too late now, I was already getting photos taken. They finished and left. I was talking to someone else afterwards, and they said I got ripped off.

~

I was living in an older-looking house with Dallas. The inside was quite dirty; the sinks in the bathroom were supposed to be white, but had this grime stuck to them making them look off-white. I was laying in bed with Dallas for the night when his mom came up to us with some cleaning supplies, and was yelling at me about something to do with the cleaning. She left the room, and there was some white, foamy cleaning stuff on the carpet that she had spilled. Ugh.

I then was scrubbing a small section of the sink with a rag in the bathroom, and noticed that the grime was coming off when I did so. At first, I had thought the grime was just discoloration from old age, but I could see the white that was underneath. I didn't scrub it all off however; I don't think I had time, or I just simply didn't want to finish it all up at one time. I thought about how the past tenants obviously didn't clean; I thought it was supposed to get cleaned.

Later, I said something to Dallas's mom about the white foamy cleaning stuff on the floor. I didn't want to further anger her as I told her this., so I told her a bit cautiously. I don't think she got mad. She did start cleaning it up.

~

I was looking at an envelope that had the name and address typed up instead of written. I saw my old roommate's name as the sender. Wow, why was she contacting me? Weird. I then thought about how I had heard that she had been married, and took another look at her name on the envelope. I saw that her last name was now "Garrison" (Idk what it really is IWL).

I then saw pictures of her. There was one with her and some roommates. She looked a bit different, a little longer face and she looked older, but quite happy. There was another one of her on the floor kneeling by a couch with some guy and then one guy that she dated and his roommate, whom I dated at one point. She was looking up at them eagerly. I wasn't sure what she was doing. I thought it was wild that her new husband was friends with her ex and my ex. I couldn't imagine how her ex could even stand to be around her anymore, but it looked like they were all friends. Maybe she had changed.

She had, for some reason, also given me a cellphone that looked like an old, beat-up Blackberry. I thought it was her phone. I then saw on the screen some words scrolled by. They said
"Jared's phone"
Jared was my ex (thought that is the wrong IWL spelling of his name), the friend of her ex from the photograph. Idk why she had given me his phone. I knew in the dream, but can't remember.

I was standing outside of an apartment complex during the daytime, looking into the distance. In the sky, I saw these flecks...hard to explain. It looked like the sky itself was a mirage or something. I thought I must be seeing things. The flecks then started to come closer to where I was. They were then close enough for me to notice that they were HUGE hailstones; they were the size of soccer balls. I saw them hitting the ground and shattering. God damn, these could kill a person. As they got closer, it was starting to snow a little around me, with a few giant hailstones raining down. I needed to find shelter. I went to the nearest apartment building.

I then was in an apartment. I looked out the window and saw huge lava waves slowly moving over the land. Well, this is the end of the world, isn't it?

I somehow, at this point, realized I was dreaming. I was in a stairwell, I believe. I then saw Dallas in front of me, and said, as always
"I'm dreaming!"
He smiled and seemed excited.
I sadly don't remember anything else about this lucidity.

~

I was super drunk in a house made of light-colored wood. It was the middle of the night. I was trying to cook things on the stove, one thing was mac and cheese. I was by myself. There was something about a kitten and how it squeezed itself under a door and got stuck in a room that no one was in and that no one would be back at for awhile. I thought about how I was going to spend the next day, my day off, hung over.

I became lucid at some point, and saw my best friend whom I consider a sister, Mk, there with me. She was sitting down with her head turned the other way. I wanted to interact with her, maybe ask her something deep and meaningful, but I couldn't think of anything. I got her attention anyway and said
"Mary Katherine!" She turned her head towards me and looked at me. I continued
"Tell me something meaningful!"
She then replied
"Heaven is real," she said with a straight face, and then continued with "I don't want to bullshit you by saying...." and continued on to talk about things she could have said instead or something. I don't remember anything else about it.

~

I was heading to my first crush, Nick's house with my friend Caitlin. The house was located on the other side of the street in a different place than it is IWL. IWL, we were friends with his younger sister, but no longer are. She was supposedly having a party that night, one that she had told Caitlin about years and years ago, the last time they spoke. It was evening. We were there outside the front door, being cautious. We "remembered" the night before being really drunk and going into their house (a nod to my last dream; I "remembered" the events as if it had happened the night before), which had appeared to be empty at the time. We were looking for Nick, or at least I was. We were going to make out (a nod to my teenage years), but I would be cheating on Dallas. But for some of the dream, I was thinking it was Nick's brother I was looking for, not Nick. I dunno, it was weird.

So anyway, we went into the front door of the house. We didn't see anyone at first. Nick's dad then came out of a room to the right, and looked very pissed. He told us to get out. We started to leave, walking down the concrete stairs of the front porch, and he was saying how he had been there the night before when we were drunk, and how he had been yelling from the room for us to get out, but we didn't listen. Damn. We didn't hear anyone at all.

Then, it was nighttime, and I was with Mk and my mom about to get on a school bus to go to the party. We were outside my old friend Courtney's house, which, in IWL, is right next door to Nick's house. The bus came and I got on. Mk and mom already seemed to be on. The bus was full of small children, probably about kindergarten-aged to first grade-aged. Mom and Mk were sitting towards the front middle of the bus on the right side. I sat down and told my mom or Mk that I didn't want to do this anymore, I didn't know it was all these kids, and that I was going to get someone to come pick me up from the location we got to. The reason was that I wanted to go make out with Nick; I was supposed to meet up with him.

All the sudden, the bus was back at Courtney's, and dropped us off. I don't remember if mom was with me, but Mk was. She went with me next door to Nick's. I saw a light on and heard drums; I knew it was him, because I "remembered" that he played drums. I was listening to him play, thinking about how he had been in band but quit.

We were then in his backyard. It was still nighttime. I was barefoot. He came out of the house from the back porch. I don't remember what we talked about. I was walking around the back yard with bare feet though, and he told me to watch out for dog poop. I then remembered that they had dogs. I saw a small dog there as well. I then "remembered" stepping in dog poop back there before with bare feet. I started to run back towards the concrete, feeling the soft ground sinking a bit beneath my feet. I hoped it was just dirt and not dog crap.

I was then walking with Nick in the back yard. I "remembered" us making out that night at some point, and how different it felt now that we were older. He then was yelling something to his dad, about how tonight he was taking a break from his girlfriend Gina (IWL I don't know his girlfriend's name, or if he even has one). He was cheating as well. I then was thinking about whether or not we had sex as we were walking back towards the porch, and I couldn't remember. I then "remembered" him having anal sex with a girl in his back yard. I saw it happening. It was graphic. I saw it close up.

I then was leaving with Mk, going back towards the road so my mom could take us home. I was telling her that I didn't think that his parents liked me. I then heard his mom behind us say
"I like you just fine!"
I turned around and saw her. She seemed happy

We were then in the car. I was sitting in the passenger's side seat. The car looked like Mk's mustang on the inside, but a bit different. I think my mom was driving. I was thinking about how I had just cheated on Dallas. I was wondering whether or not I should tell him. It was a huge moral dilemma in my mind. A song started to play on the radio. It was a female vocalist, singing something about the weekend.

[For several days I was having dreams that seemed somehow not worth writing down or recording ... until yesterday when the exponential data center dream seemed worth recording, at which point the last several days of dreams that were not worth recording were suddenly worth recording, even though they are generally more suited for dream bits than full dreams. The mind is a very weird thing!]

10-05ish-2013 -- Much of the detail was gone the instant I woke up, and several days later even more has faded, but ... I am in a sort of a sports stadium, being half pursued by a sort of a bad guy, but not too much so, still kind of a calm situation. There are hints of the Buena Park Church of the Nazarene, but not much. There are good guys that are helping me and bad guys that are chasing me, and maybe some hints of doing some kind of singing of funny songs, but nothing I can actually remember.

I am moving into (or perhaps out of) the stadium area again, and find myself facing a naked and very attractive Melissa Gilbert (Laura from Little House, but very grown up) and I decide I want to have sex with her. She has no interest in me, she wants to get together with her 'Manly' (Almanzo Wilder).

Spoiler for for graphic sex:

But as she isn't actually opposed to me, I lay down on a bleacher and pull her down on top of me, entering her anally, while helping her spread her legs so her husband can take her vaginally, sandwiching her between us. It is a very pleasant, but brief, scene.

After that nice bit is over, more of the bad guys are after me, and I try to sneak out of the entire stadium area, just to find myself in a sort of railroad yard, dodging trains. Thankfully, even though I am still being chased, I am able to fly, and they aren't, so I am flying higher and higher, and though they are trying to climb buildings to catch me, they just can't keep up.

Then things start to change, in the way they often do in dreams, and I am having more and more trouble flying, while the people chasing me start flying, and are getting to be better at it than me, so I am only barely staying out of their reach, and then not even managing to stay out of their reach.

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10-06ish-2013 -- Running around in Buena Park, perhaps riding or trying to catch a bus, heading down Beach Blvd (or perhaps Grand Avenue) right past the entrance of Knott's Berry Farm. Somehow in something that half-resembles a computer game, and half ties into roller coaster rides and the like, I end up on a sort of ground-based care ride that carries me along the edge of the property just south of where Montezooma's Revenge is.

While it somehow is a flat ground-based ride, it is soon on top of a tall building, perhaps 19 or 20 floors up, and I find myself walking along the top of the building, thinking of jumping off, and worrying about if I can safely fall 19 or 20 floors or not. Very strange, and too much is faded at this point to remember well.

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10-07-2013 -- Am somehow visiting with BAM in the old place, and am preparing to cook a meal which involves some very thick steak (actually a couple of very think steaks fitting together like a yo-yo until I cut them apart and make them into two steaks) and a side like macaroni and cheese or perhaps scalloped potatoes. I am also trying to get something to drink, but all the ice cubes are contaminated with some sort of brown alcohol. (Looks like Coke, but it is alcoholic, and I am trying to get it cleaned up, but all the ice is contaminated.)

Somehow this ends up with BAM and I wandering around right outside (me still carrying the steak and potatoes) in a very ghetto-like neighborhood filled with some very rough people and lots of young gang member-like thugs carrying guns and weapons. Somehow it feels very end-of-the-world, and I can't help but think the whole world is doomed.

Meanwhile, I am still trying to figure out how to get the meal cooked, and dodging violent crooks. BAM heads off to a new place, and is moving (but only about a block or so over to a mobile home park) and I end up making friends with a particularly tough guy who actually seems to be tough but good, and is helping me gather the weapons I need to protect myself, as bad cops are chasing me and trying to lock me up, and I have to try and speak in a very hip and with-it way to try and food people and keep myself safe.

Soon I try and make it back to BAMs new place, though I have a little problem finding the exact right mobile home, and she wants nothing to do with me, though there are Christian singers who do, and a dead pastor who is trying to talk to us, and clowns running around. It is all very odd.

I would say the scariest/creepiest hallucinations I have ever had was when I was probably around 8 years old. I was dreaming that I was being chased by a bear through the woods that had tall, thick, brush and when I woke up I found the bear laying on the foot of my bed roaring at me. I freaked out and honestly thought the bear had followed me into the waking world (it was my first hallucination) but after a few seconds the bear sat up and started talking to me, though I can't remember what was said, I think it was about the dream I had just had. We had a few minuet convo before it finally vanished. The other hallucination that creeped me out was around the same age as the first and it happened in the morning on the day before Halloween. I was having a dark dream that I can't remember exactly about witches, and when I woke up I saw the words "This is the night of all hallows eve" floating above my face, and a female voice had read it slowly to me. I was creeped out the whole day by that.

I have had tons of lucid nightmares, but the one that comes to mind right now was I was on a different planet after earth blew up. I was walking around a town looking for some girl I was into (I was a guy in the dream) then the world started to end. I ran into a small room in the side of a wall and crouched down while things started happening around me. I knew I was dreaming and that my dream wanted me to leave the room and find the girl but I kept telling myself that this is too scary and forced myself to stay in the room until I finally managed to wake myself up. I was scared out of my mind and It felt like it took me forever to wake myself, I was starting to think I was stuck in the dream.

There is another horribly awful thing that happened to me in a dream before, and I'm not entirely sure which one it falls under, if any, but I will tell it and see what you think. I was in an organization that I was tired of being in and decided to leave it with my friend. We were running from them, as they were hunting us down, when finally they caught up to us and I got captured. I knew that I was dreaming but never had any desire to try and control it. They tied me down to the ground, got out a knife, then stuck it at the base of my leg and drug it up, ever so slowly, to the back of my knee. I felt everything like it was really happening, it was the most painful feeling I have ever had, I felt like I was going crazy. They removed the knife and I woke up in a cold sweat, finding that my leg was very sore on the same place they had drug the knife. That dream happened when I was in high school.

Morning of August 2, 2013. Friday.

Dream #: 17,028-03. Reading time: 2 min 32 sec.



It is unclear why the world is being “stopped” by God. It may relate to the endless clashes of culture and religions or the fabrications by governments and businesses to serve their interests.

I am in a business building with others, though unsure of where my family is. The world gets increasingly warmer but stops at the threshold where life would end. The drama begins when darkness suddenly falls. Most people are afraid, but I am partly aware of what is coming.

Time passes, and I feel movement around me. I rise to float into the air, and so do all the others. It is not like flying but floating without gravity and with no control with the danger of randomly bumping into someone or something and while going at different speeds. It does not terrify me as it does the others. I tell them that God has taken gravity away from the human race. (This may be an influence from recently seeing others on the Internet writing about how “good” or “bad” gravity is.) The planets and stars are beginning to vanish.

More time passes, and the end is coming. I feel a sense of awe and a slight regret. What will happen to me? The world will cease to exist. Suddenly, as all the gravity is gone and most people in the world are very close to death, the doorway is brighter and a strange being of light and shadow, an angel, appears in a cloak. It looks like a “plant of light”, but also seems human at times. Its head, hands, and feet are each like a glowing, swaying cedar sprout. (I do not recall the Biblical reference “swaying like a cedar” in describing Behemoth’s tail. According to some, Behemoth is a hippo or elephant.) At times, the angel’s head and limbs look like a glowing elephant’s tail. The being formally calls for me, using my full name, saying it once. I fearlessly maneuver myself toward the angel. I hear no other name. I feel slightly strange at being the only one called at the “last minute”.

I feel very emotional, crying in thankfulness. The angel becomes a “throne” after carrying me through the doorway, hovering in this other dimension. It is Eternity or Heaven, or something similar, yet I am the only human here. I notice other angels, too brightly glowing to make out much detail, all to my left. I am joyful because I still exist. I am vaguely aware, after a seemingly long time that this is not final, as I am slowly waking. I have a false awakening that I am telling my wife about my previous dream, saying how it had aspects similar to Christianity, though no thoughts of names or specific identities.

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My dream had a sense of bilocation. When I was in Heaven, I was also aware of floating within the Cubitis house’s southwest bedroom, its door facing me from a short distance off to my right.

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I think there was influence from the “Outer Limits” episode “Cold Hands, Warm Heart” (with William Shatner) that I have not seen in over twenty years, regarding the appearance of the angelic being.

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The angel head and limbs with the appearance of an elephant’s tail may relate to quashing my childhood fear of elephants.

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In another dream, I become a big blanket while flying and phasing through walls, as well as soaring high and fast in the night sky. I was also a human and undressed, using it to cover myself, more so to shield my body from tree branches rather than for moral reasons. It transforms into suitable clothing when I land.

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I also had a dream about an unusual snowmobile, which turned out to be precognitive, part of an unexpected scenario for an educational session the same day.

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Morning of July 7, 2013. Sunday.



Like many (if not most) people, I have had numerous “end of the world” dreams throughout my life since birth (one of the first ever involving an elephant shooting lava from its trunk). I would not call them all nightmares, though, as they are often filled with good feelings and only minor negative emotions in some parts.

This dream was much the same in some parts to my wife’s dream - with no “cues” or prior expectations of any kind. This has happened to us many times even before we were married, for about twenty years now, on a regular basis.

This dream has four main sections (and a few minor ones). In one, the first, there is a big thunderstorm late at night. I seem to be living near the White House (which is to the north about three blocks away), but it seemingly is actually a large observatory (or somehow became one - the basic domed design not changing at all). The lightning is strange and thick in the sky and mostly horizontal between clouds instead of striking the ground and sometimes has an unusual reddish tint. It seems in part to be caused by the Earth going out of orbit. When I go outside, I do notice that what had supposedly been the White House all that time was “now” an astronomical observatory or had for some reason been changed into one for “emergency” purposes. The main large telescope (primarily pointing to my left - to the west - at about a forty-five degree angle at first) seems to be under control by either a supernatural force or by the Earth going out of orbit while being somehow manipulated by very strong magnetic patterns around the region, as it is moving about uncontrollably in a strange way, which eventually causes damage to the building and later on, the entire region - and I become aware that many people near the area are killed by earthquake-like activity. I take note of the many strange clouds moving about, almost like a tornado, but not quite. Soon, though, there are no clouds, which, for some reason, means “the end” (which is rather odd, since I have often seen little or no cloud cover on certain nights - but in this case, they seem to sweep through the sky all at once in an “unnatural” way and vanish). The Earth is out of orbit, and not many days are left for humanity.

There are also two sections (seemingly between or during the times of the main storms) which also seem to be a different day for the garden one at least. I own or at least “control” a very large amount of land in Australia, acres and acres into the distance. I have this huge area of land divided up into various rectangular plots for thousands of different plants, primarily fruits and vegetables. Some of the ones closest to where I am standing are strawberries, carrots, and celery, but there are also many plots devoted to very rare kinds of mostly edible plants. Each plot somehow has an underground computer keeping each individual garden at its optimum temperature, light, and moisture for the plant to grow as correctly and healthily as possible. (I am not sure how the “light” aspect is monitored, as it mostly seems to be under open blue sky as far as the eye can see.)

In another part of my dream, my wife and I are going west, to live near the ocean or at least visit the (unknown and unfamiliar) area and enjoy its beauty in a very remote region while there is still time. I look out over the incredibly beautiful ocean’s surface at the many multicolored reflections. After about what seems like ten minutes or so, I mentally try to create a dinosaur-like creature, and a glassy, transparent plesiosaurus head begins to rise and form, but stays crystal-like and slightly translucent and never shows more than its head only - about ten feet away from us. Of all the “chased by dinosaur” dreams I have had in my life, I was somehow aware that I had created them at one level at the beginning foundation of my dream, even though they sometimes got a bit out of control and “too real”. In this dream, though, I seem to be doing it mostly for nostalgic purposes as I know the creature will be friendly, but due to the Earth being out of orbit, the magnetic tulpa energies are chaotic and with no sustainability, even with a six-by-four (or eight-by-six?) matrix with Moore–Penrose pseudoinverse implications. I feel a bit sad though the head does not vanish, but the creature will only exist in a "what if” state until the Earth’s very last hour, having a head only “floating” on the water (or seeming to) and not even a neck or body - or perhaps its body is there and under the ocean’s surface in an invisible form.

The last section has to do with the final “out of orbit” conditions. I am with an unknown man and feel myself begin to rise in the air, as Earth is losing its gravity, of which I make a verbal note to the man and shout this to some other people as they are also rising up into the air. It is not at all like the common flying or even hovering dreams for me; I am simply floating up with a sense of there really being no gravity in the building and there is also an uncommon sense of weight associated with my movements that I cannot seem to control - I am about halfway up to the high ceiling. The man and I notice a woman of about thirty. She has at least six children of all the same age with her (about six or seven years). At first they all seem to have ice skates on (but remove them) - but then they are all dancing and singing and enjoying the growing loss of gravity (we are all inside some sort of larger building, seemingly a hotel lobby or something but somehow connected to a sports arena and large casino or some such). The man seems very angry and yells at her, regarding the idea of her dancing when “it is the end of the world” as very “wrong”, perhaps even insane. He announces “The 9.8 meter per second squared constant is flying the coop as quickly as we are!” It soon dawns on me that it is the man who is crazy, because why would it matter if you were dancing as it was the end of the world anyway as at least you would “go out” happily in a sense.

Oddly, though, the women and her children are then back on the ground as if gravity is then normal for them (but they seem mildly dejected), and then they prepare to go shopping and on to living normal lives again, as perhaps the Earth is “back in orbit” after all.

Dream:

This was almost a continuation of the recent dream I had where I was in Marble Canyon and the US was being attacked.

In this dream all the men were leaving to go off to fight. I was in charge of taking all the young people in our area to the mountains to hide out and try to survive in the wild. I don't remember a lot of details, but I do know I was feeling overwhelmed by the responsibility given me. I was so worried the men would all die and not come back and I would have to forever try to keep all these kids alive by myself.

Me, my mom, my grandma, my sister, and my uncle are at what looks like a park, but the atmosphere is smoggy. We're standing under those metal covers things over the tables where people can eat. I notice my mom and grandma start freaking out. I look out to see what it is that's is frightening them. In the sky is what at first I think is maybe a firework, but my mom and grandma says it's a missile. And it is. It's a long white missile, but in the sky it is too close, and it is cracked and red and orange light and fire is comeing out if it, it must've messed up and went of in the air. The smoke from it is already trailing at us. The missile is slowly going around us, and I feel it will soon fall and crash directly where we are and as I think that it changes course and slowly starts falling in our direction. We contemplate if the metal structure is enough safety, it surely isn't so I motion to the group of buildings behind us. We start to run, and the children I pass I warn them and they panic too and also run towards the buildings. When we get into the building I only see my grandma and uncle with me, I panic and ask grandma where is my mom and sister, she says that they decided it would be better to go home, I start freaking, for some reason I think our house isn't safe from the missile & we shouldn't have split up. Two girls interrupt and point us to the right where the walls are cement and it leads to an underground parking garage. That seems pretty safe to us so we follow them. When we enter I notice these two bulletproof glass sound booths, me my uncle and grandma run into one and lock the door. We feel pretty safe, but I'm wigging out about my sister and mom. My uncle starts digging through this emergency kit that was in the booth, he pulls out this blueish gray object, he's tells me to calm down with a weird smile on his face, then I realize what the thing in his hand if for, its a spring loaded shot that forces someone to calm down against there will. I tell him not to do it, but he just says I need to calm down then he chases me around the booth and shoots the thing into me on my right shoulder, then I instantly fall to the ground on my stomach and my body feels heavy and paralyzed, and all I can do is cry like a three year old, so I do, almost like I have to. My grandma just sat there and didn't pay attention to the while thing. It lasts for awhile, when It wears off I get up slowly, and admittedly now calm. Then my grandma gets an urgent phone call from my mom, she put it on speaker so we can hear. My mom say something like "Please, I need help, let manneul in". We sit there confused for a bit, at first I thought they were hurt from the missile, but I put together that my dad got to them and is holding them hostage and forced her to say that on the phone so he could get me also & kill my family. I wonder if he hurt my mom and sister. I hear whistling coming from outside, I tell my uncle & grandma to wait behind while I check, I ran back to the door that leads outside, and when I look out I see my dad wearing the blackest clothes I'd ever seen with a hood, when I see him I split and run back, I shut a door that leads to the car garage so he wont be able to know where we are, but the door keeps bouncing open and closed because I touched it but there's no time so I run to the booth to warn my grandma, I can still here the door bouncing and leading him to us. I get into the booth and lock it. Then my dad walks in and comes up to the glass, I can't believe it but my uncle unlocks the door & runs and leaves me and my grandma and now my dad gets in the booth.Then I woke up

I'm at my school taking a class. But i don't recognize who is here with me. I leave the class and meet a friend of mine and his cousin. We are to go by the door of the civil department and when i get there I see many people who are here together. I start talking to my friend about the end of the world and tell him that even if the December 21 has passed does not mean that nothing happens. In saying this I look up and see a skylight. I can see the sky from there and see a giant meteorite in collusion course with earth. I Warn my friends than going to happen but they do not believe me. I start counting "three, two, one ..." but nothing happens.I thought that it still should not have crashed and there I hear a roar and feel the ground shaking.I felt the impact of the meteorite as anyone getting too see the shock wave.
We went out to the street to try to understand what is happening and see that everyone is panicking. is almost night and I can not keep right for the earth is shaking with a great intensity. I think it will be this way the world will end with earthquakes. I hear a great buzz, a very loud noise and look up to see a few more meteorites to approach to land. Shooting stars appear.
The father of my friend appearing on tells us that we have to run and so I will with them. Crossing the campus the only thing I can see is destruction. People panicked, fires, falling buildings but for some reason did not feel fear. I am perfectly calm. I climb stairs and then I remember that I'm barefoot and I left my sapatinhas in the entrance lobby when this all started. Digoao my friend that I have to go get it and call me crazy. I make him promise that awaits me and start to run. On my way to the entrance only see destruction but I think we really need sneakers because they do not want to face the end domundo barefoot. Upon arriving there I see that are still in the same place my nike white and chock them. Despite all the confusion they remain clean.
I leave the building and start to run towards my friend. In the distance I see les not abandoned me. Arriving at the foot of them ask me if I'm ready and I say yes and so we started running towards the car that is parked in the park users. Now everything is more calm as if nothing had happened. The sky is purple which is gorgeous. My friends start to cross the road and I'm on tour. Out of nowhere I decide I want to fly. High heels and even beginning to fly. Realizing this I hear a very loud noise and the sky starts to get clearer and yellow. Caio nochão and do a reality check. I try to breathe through your nose closed and I can see that. Then I look at my hand and see that I have seven fingers on the right and six on the left. The fingers are all swollen. I am the dream and the first thing I do is rub their hands in order to prolong the dream. By doing this I think I want to go see a friend of mine and I will ponder whether to fly. I'm afraid to fly so you can wake up and I remember that my friends go to her house and they go with the car.
Suddenly I'm going in a lobby of a hotel and got there as fast as it comes out. A matter of seconds. Out of nowhere I'm now at the center of my city at the foot of the park. I decide that I want now is to have sex with someone and I'm looking for a DC. I see three women in the distance and go to them. All three are beautiful but do not want the first. The second is that even has clothes and also do not want it. The third has dark hair, is dark and has some leggins dressed. I grab her from behind and begin to have sex with her. She looks confused at the beginning but then starts liking. Appearing on my friend and tells me I have to agree. I have little time but still want to go see a friend of mine and so I start corer. I try but I can not fly for more than two seconds. My friend asks me if I can ever fly. He keeps saying that I have to wake up now and more DC joined him.
Woke up.

Sorry for the english i translated it with google.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a fairly long dream, but I can remember the first part only slightly. I was a soldier in a war, I see someone who I don't like has a greater rank than me, so I decide to become an officer.

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We are a group of researchers in a facility situated high up in a grassy hill, there is a big city on the bottom. A river is born from this hill. We were investigating something on this hill and one day I notice that the river keeps getting larger, for some reasons this signals the approach of a global calamity.

Next I am wandering the city at night, heading towards the hill. I'm worried that I will never see my family again seeing as there is little hope of survival. I think about calling them to warn them about the end of the world. I think my brother was with me at this time.

I arrive at an amusement park just before the hill, everything is quite dark. I finally arrive at the facility, and it's daytime. By this time there were supernatural elements about the coming apocalypse, but I remember little of them. There was some conversation about monsters and how even the properties of atomic elements were changing.

Suddenly the ghost of a janitor of the facility appears, but we manage to drive it away. We exit the facility and go to an underground shelter, although we know it won't be enough to save us. There is a vending machine on the shelter, and I see that people who drink from it grow taller, but I soon lose interested in it.

At this point the dream switches to third person, the location is the same, but I'm no longer a character in the dream.

"I" see a man in the underground shelter, who is talking to another older man. The older man suggests that he be unfaithful to his girlfriend and he agrees. The older man presents him with a box, and inside there is a demon.

This was the most intense part of the dream, I suddenly see the man being killed by the demon: a paled, pasty skin horror with large black eyes and horns. The man is impaled on its multiple appendages, some of which look like arms others like demon tails. This appears to me as a black and white still image with the demon large behind the man in its clutches, although the rest of the dream was in color and moving. Nevertheless, I instantly feel a very intense and profound sense of horror and disgust, which causes me to wake up. I have trouble remembering the rest of the dream, but not the image of the demon, who I can still clearly picture in my mind.[/INDENT]

This dream isn't recent, but I wanted to post this first because it's been on my mind lately. In the dream I cheat on my boyfriend with a stranger, and kill myself. I've never considered cheating, or killing myself. However, the dream came at a time when I was considering a break up. I look at the state of the water throughout the dream. The raging, relentless ocean. The running water. The tranquil pool.

I am traveling in a group of five. We set off across the world, seeking a way to keep it from ending. This world is winding down and the end is eminent. Our efforts are futile. Yet while I travel with them I find I can hope. We come to the ocean, it is vast and ceaselessly tumultuous. The waves tower and crash, and we walk between them, on rough stone platforms. I'm trailing behind the others, and I realize they wouldn't care one way or another if I left them. I do not speak a word, I just decide to leave. I turn around and make my way home.

I am approaching my house. The forest meets my back door, the smooth golden path transitioning prettily into a single stone step. The door stands open. I hesitate knowing that as soon as I go inside, I may not be able to leave. I considering trying to find those I have left to their quest and then decide that it is hopeless. How would I even know where to look?
Inside the house it is cool and dark. I feel a sharp stab of sadness, thinking that I will find the house empty and that my boyfriend has long since left. I notice that the floors are a white/grey tile, there's an L-shaped sectional in the middle of the room with blankets piled on it. There are dark brown curtains covering the far wall, to my right is a wall of glass blocks. I know the bathroom is on the other side. I keep thinking that I can hear water running. I walk to the end of the glass block wall and step into the long hall preceding the bathroom. There's a sink there full of water, and a maid who has been dusting the drapes walks up beside me. I think about how easy it would be to kill myself now before my boyfriend has discovered the depth of my betrayal, and with that thought I remember having sex with a stranger in an alleyway when we first realized the world would end. I think about slitting my wrists in warm water, and about asking the maid to draw it for me.
"I know what you are thinking. It is not as bad as that, is it?" she gestures behind me and I notice movement on the couch. There's a person under the blankets, he rolls over. It's my boyfriend. Tentatively I allow myself to believe that I do not have to tell him what I've done. I go to kneel in front of the couch. He refuses to look at me.
"Hey," I begin, "it isn't too late! I came home." my throat feels thick, like I'm about to cry. I worry that he knows what I have done to him, and doesn't want me anymore. "We can go anywhere, just you and me. We can watch and wait for the world to end, together."
He turns his back to me. I plead with him, but he has ceased to exist. There is now only a pile of blankets on the couch.

What now?
The maid has drawn back the drapes. The entire wall behind the drapes is glass, one panel slides back. I know what I will do, what is the point of drawing things out? My world has already ended anyway. My feet are bare and the floor is cool beneath them. I'm wearing a white sun-dress with large red flowers on it. I step to the edge of the tile. My house stands so high off the earth that even the titan trees on the ground below seem tiny.
"Yes." I think, and take a shaking breath. This is where I will find release from my grief. I stare out over the valley. Then I close my eyes, and I dive neatly out into the air.
I can actually feel the wind on my face, the longer I fall the more free I feel. The air streams past me. Intuitively I know that I will land in water, or that I must. I became aware then, that I am dreaming. My mind resisted the dream, telling me three separate times that I could choose to wake up, that hitting the ground would be the death of me.
"No." I thought, "I want to see how this ends."
So I fell, and fell, and fell. I could see the tree tops and directed myself toward it because I knew there would be water at its center. By then I am without all the pain that was with me when I jumped.

When my body hits the canopy my mind separates from it. I am crouching beside a tranquil pool when I see my body tumble like a rag doll through the trees and plunge into the water. I stand up and walk out to the body. I know it is me, but she no longer looks like me. I take her wrists in my hands and pull her from the water, dragging her beneath a tree and arrange her among the roots.

I leave her there and go to find the others in their quest to save the world.