Frag1 - famous foorballers outside a glass fronted restaurant. An area with lots of tables, I go over and talk about something, F2 - In a large school house trying to get away/hide from someone. I fly up onto a low ceiling at back of classroom it is sculpted bumpily like a rockface. I clamber as far up as I can precariously. Something is outside. F3 - In a stationary cupboard? small room getting paint for George. Loads of forms and handwritten envelopes with nice stamps and wadges of money. F4 - Zi comes into classroom after lesson to give me pencil sharpener, i am warey of him.
Fragments + LD 🌸 With Z she is explaining to me she is an aborigines tribes woman and she has to go back to Australia. We are with a tribes man and I look at him or a while - his face is long and slim he has piercings in his nose,ears, neck and maybe other places ...as I do my best to take him in I wake up with his piercing eyes borrowing in to my memory. With Z again - she wants me to give up my job and go and do a meditation retreat. I say it has to be the right time and that is not now. I show her I am looking after a young boy - he is very undernourished and has tattoos all over his poor skinny little body ~ I hold him close his skin is broken in places with what looks like exma he has had very little care and love and always been in trouble ( a roughe of a character it seems 😕 )realising I have become so very fond of him - like he is my own son - I have only thoughts of wanting to help and love him but others may misunderstand- I hold him close as we skate ( me on skates seems to be a Dream sign I am unsure of using in daily life as I havnt skated in years around laughingly passing by Wonderfull country scenery. We find my mum and she shows us her plans to build on to her house and I love her ideas - "your so imaginative " I say and Hug her strongly I can see us all as a family enjoying her creations of pools and saunas and relaxing sun rooms. As I walk away I pass a group of 4 DC's sitting chatting - one starts to show me where a bullet went in to his belly and then came out at the back - then he even puts his finger through the front and wiggles it as it comes out the back near his spine!!! I am shocked and look closer - yes there is a hole but no blood or anything .... Is this possible??!! - ha ha ha know what's happening 🌠 " This is a dream - 100% dream " I say Laughing in almost disbelief of the scene of these 4 strange but friendly folk sitting in front of me... I look again at them as the fact that it's a dream settles in more and more As I watch the main Guy facing me I see that his head is almost flat and I get carried away looking at his face morphing into different shades and shapes in front of my very eyes - Amazing⭐️ " You are all in my dream - its like you just helped me to realise it! Why did you help me?" I asked the morphing head guy who seemed the most aware of me. " Can you tell me why are you helping me ?" I asked again intently watching the face maybe a bit too intensely ... His face morphed finally into space completely and I woke up with the image of his distorted face dissolving into the space it occupied - wow 🌞 I am noticing a dream sign of people's faces... I want to find a way to use this in WL perhaps when I am with people ( I am with folk conversing a lot during my WL for days are generally people occupied whether it be work/social ) Maybe when I am looking at people I can make it a reminder to RRC and RC ⚡️) Late for work in WL- gotta go🌠
Updated 11-02-2015 at 12:29 PM by 87274
Morning of October 24, 2015. Saturday. I am seemingly about sixteen years old again and back in Florida in my backyard in Cubitis. My mother (July 14, 1916-October 2, 2002) is in our house, in our living room. I am looking east at a rather narrow diagonal trail of black smoke that otherwise resembles the pattern of a contrail (though is touching the ground). Additionally, there is a thicker column of smoke rising up near a farmhouse, though the farmhouse itself appears to be mostly undamaged. About three times, I try to get my mother’s attention as she is sitting near the open windows in the south area of the living room. I want her to understand that a missile came down in the distance. I drawl the word rather loudly, pronouncing it MISS-sigh-ul. Still, I am not sure of the circumstances as I do not recall seeing it hit, though I do expect another one soon, yet this does not occur at any point. I do not feel threatened or in danger; I just want to inform people of what is going on. I wait for signs of explosions in the distance. Instead, a young male figure in black who is wearing a top hat walks from the area and eventually becomes more visible and discernible as he approaches our backyard. He is reminiscent of a young David Cassidy (but with the essence of a “dark magician”). He has a slightly menacing appearance. A narrow perfectly vertical tall column of black smoke rises from his top hat as he approaches (possibly a play on chimney pot hat or stove pipe hat). Soon, the situation changes. I am in a mostly empty room (seemingly partly modeled after my father’s original room in Cubitis - but this is only a subtle impression) where there are two annoying male human heads attached to a long mostly horizontal stream of dark gray smoke. They seem aggressive and dominating. The faces are approaching me but I easily knock them back mentally (and with a hand motion) and “flatten” them. At one point, each is like a long series of two-dimensional cutouts of faces (somewhat caterpillar-like) that are thrown back onto the wall by my will, each expressing a slightly different visage of worried surprise. Later, my dream becomes even more surreal. There are some sort of possibly alien beings (though they look human) attempting to control everyone in a town. However, I am able to mentally cause these threatening beings to hallucinate and perceive things in ways that cause them to fail in their intended conquest (including scampering chipmunks and menacing low-flying kites). This happens twice (possibly one is a dream “reset”). They do become aware of what I am doing but act as if they are curious about my ability rather than annoyed or angered. They leave with no success of even one attempt to conquer even one person. Finally, a “bad” or demon-like male (though mostly of normal human appearance) is easily thrown out of an underground chamber by a slight focus of my will and “replaced” by a (unknown) dark-haired young girl with leather “letter X” patterns in her apparel (over chest, legs, and arms, somewhat shoelace-like). She is followed through the doorway to my right by small iridescent butterflies, some sort of abstract “creatures” crawling on the wall (which look like paired human fingers moving along somewhat beetle-like) and other small, bizarre, and surreal but living forms. I am aware of other benevolent entities coming to “take control” of all apparently negative realms, which then creates a youthful and pleasant energy everywhere. (More and more, I notice how dreams seem to color a person’s mood and level of energy.)
Updated 08-25-2017 at 07:35 PM by 1390
I may only add text descriptions by request since I don't really have any interaction in my DJ lately and the pictures are all I really need in order to quickly remember the dreams...and it is a lot of work. C RRC C I S RC 10/9/15 ------------ 10/8/15 ..... (10/08/15)............................................... ..................(12/22/13) ----------- 10/5/15 ------------ 9/27/15 (2nd LD) ---------- 9/26/15 ---------- 9/23/15 ----------- 9/20/15 GRANDFATHER DILD! ------------ 9/18/15 Above for LD's #383-391
Updated 10-10-2015 at 07:31 AM by 61674
I had this dream more than once. It's the same classroom just different teachers. As a matter of fact, I don't think there was an active teacher here, only me and several other students. It was Pacific High School and I sort of thought I would forget about this school. Nothing much happened in the dream besides talking to fellow classmates. I was happy but it's all I could remember. The classmates were strangers I've never seen before, though there was only one male student I think I met somewhere before. I want to say someone I met on the streets while walking but, I know his face from a very old classroom I walked in to before...
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