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Steady Jamie dreams. Holy.

Tuesday night: Asuka spoke up as a voice in my head (she's been quiet for years, except for occasionally grumbling at Jamie.) , asking if she should double check on Jamie. I'm like, "Ya! Do something funny so we both remember something."

80's

A flash of being in a living room. Asuka walks Jamie in and Jamie has this crazy 80's hair with the messy waves and big hairspray. They are both smiling like it's funny.

really?


I'm in the black space, Jamie is holding me tightly and talking all serious with me but loving. It sounds like she is saying she wants something really serious with me, but I can't remember the exact words. Is that so? Well, I'm all for it. I just hope she's clear with me next time on, Goals, Labels, and intentions.

Wed night:

Various flashes of Jamie but the are so quick, not even a fraction of a second long.

Frogs

Somewhat vivid non lucid. It's night time and outside, I'm by my dream house. There's a funny slide I fly up to and go down. One time I came off the slide and there's these Giant black frogs with black spots. They are HUGE, like medium sized dogs. I go on the slide a bunch of times and the dream fades.

Yes

A love-making dream with Jamie. It was really tender is all I'll say. I both felt it and had a 3rd person perspective on it.

ew

I walk into a garage where Jamie is she is sorting recycling and looks grossed out. Dream fades right away. Is Asuka making her do chores again?

Last night:

Upset

I'm going to a group meetup of people that worked at Wal-Mart when Jamie was there. There's an open field. Jessica and Tanner are there. They kind of ignore me. Jamie walks up and says, "Hey everybody." While sort of looking around at us, but she never makes eye contact with me. They freeze her out too and then she storms off. I spend the rest of the dream wandering around and wondering why Jamie never said , "Hello," to me directly and why did she storm off? I took it too personally and I started getting intense feelings and almost started crying.

I woke up and realized, it was her intense feelings of getting fozen out that transferred to me, causing myself to not properly asses the situation, making it all about her. In the dream, since I wasn't really saying anything (I always get nervous around her unless she says something to me) so she was seeing me as part of the group that was freezing her out. I guess I have to be prepared for situations like these. My goal would be to listen to her and validate her feelings about the situation, but since being seen as part of the group I wasn't even given a chance to. I know all too well how feelings of worthlessness can EDIT what you are seeing in reality. I have posts on this forum from years ago, where I'm intensely arguing with someone over what I think they said. and I go back and read and they didn't say it at all. That's why I liked working Mcdonald's is because it forced me to really work with people. I used to get upset at someone if they looked at me the wrong way, or said something mean. And I would either rage at them or rage in my mind. But then I started stepping out of that mentally and really looking at things and thinking, "Maybe they are just being sarcastic," or, "Maybe they are just having a bad day. Then after a while, I become the sarcastic, funny guy that doesn't take things too seriously.

Still upset

I go back to Jamie's house and find she's locked herself in a bathroom with a giant fancy door. I can't get in to talk to her, then the dream ends. I hope she's okay.

Sorry for the short entry. I didn't have very good dream recall that night, either.
I am with my sister outside of school by a small stream, playing with frogs and toads.
I am in my business classroom, making musical.lys for a test. My friend is doing a Harry Potter musical.ly, and I am jealous of her.
I am in science class doing a lab without my lab partner. He comes to help in the middle of the experiment and starts pouring random things into the glass. Then the teacher comes up to us and tells us to join another group.

Non-lucid
-partridge in dream
-partridge on newspaper
-never saw a partridge
-talked about seeing only frogs and other animals and yea.

I'm sitting on my boat in the back hard, and my blanket is wrapped around me (yup....probably because I just fell asleep) I see a cop car drive down the dirt road next to our house. WTF.....then I walked and peered down the road, and I saw a bunch of Mexicans getting out of a van....the cop car is no where in site. They walked by me, and I said 'hola'. Someone actually knew English but it took a while to get it out of him. I remember seeing this girl...very beautiful...blondish hair. Face all dirty..wore rags. She had to be about 9 or 10...I felt bad for her. Then something else happend....dead frogs on the windshield.....zombies....wtf, I can't piece it together.

(guy screaming) Frogs! Frogs!
(some dude on the street) That guy has some serious frogs in his wall.
Tell me what's making you jump like that? FIMW - Frogs in my wall. How can I qualify for goverment grants? FIMW - Frogs in my wall

Like that? I made my dream into a song. You see I put my dream into this device, and it turns it into a song. I call it the dream-songinator. Good right?

LOL - jk jk

You can tell the obvious Phineas & Ferb references here. My dream really was about frogs in my wall, I had a huge gaping hole in my wall next to my bed. There were cold drafts coming through it. I did not like it. What a mess this is going to be to repair. I was still laying in bed, to tired yet to do anything really about it. I could see the frogs had crawled into the opening and up into the wall, big ones. I'm trying to reach up past my pillow and managed to beat one fist on my wall saying "Get out frogs!" The frog where I beat on the wall only crawls up inside further, I go "uuugghhh". The only thing that hasn't come in are squirels to look for food in my pants! And yes I have dirty clothes on my floor in the dream too.

As I look down at my bedroom floor, I notice there are 2 birds in here as well. At least they only came in to eat the insects that came in, good birds, keep eating them I don't need the insects in here either. They are poking around in the insulation that is deterioating, that is where most of the bugs are. I look up at the frogs again and I say "you're so dead once I get out of this bed!" I try to rest again, but just a little. My cousin Amie comes in my house, and I get up to talk to her. I'm sure she sees the hole in my wall, but she doesn't say anything about it. My cousin lives next to me in my dream, as in her house is next to mine. And I think our houses are in a trailer court, and may in fact be mobile homes.

My cousin tells me she has met my girlfriend earlier, and by the way she says it I can tell that she doesn't like her. My cousin was like "was that your girlfriend Amy I met earlier?" as we are walking down my hall away from my bedroom. I remember I was talking to her I just don't remember much else what was said. After that I woke up. My real cousin Amie lives almost a thousand miles away from me. She has not met my girlfriend Amy either.

After making a mental note of this dream, I go back to sleep again. I find myself on this boat, shaped more like a small barge. There is some guy with me, and we are going around measuring the depths of the bay. As we do this I get an underwater view of how deep the area we are covering is, as in 3 rd person view, I don't actually go underwater. At least I think I don't. As we are passing an underwater ridge that is on the way out to open sea, I start waking up. As I start waking up, the last thing I hear is: "Let us go down to the deepest depths. Let us breach the spirit of the brotherhood." It is in a male voice, and he sounds as though he were reading a line from Poe or Lovecraft.

An interesting side note, the night before I was trying to lengthen my falling to sleep so I could better categorize the stages. I got to hearing the voices speak to me, I caught enough to remember a female voice say, "that knight is stuck in your house, your garden overdue for repair." A little bit after that I remember jerking awake, as if I did a mini jump in my bed and my whole body felt as though it shook. Those frogs were so begging me to go lucid on them, I didn't know why I didn't. I just felt so tired in my dream. One more minute of that situation though.... my cousin pulled me out of my bed and away from that hole in my wall. I'm coming back for you frogs, you're not getting off that easy! lol

Here is a link in case someone hasn't seen the Phineas & Ferb song I was referencing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKL6W...eature=related

1. 4. 2012
Couldn't remember anything.

2.4. 2012 - False Awakening
Background info: that day I had to wake up sooner than usually (5:15 AM), so I had a little stress, because I expected to have only 6 hours sleep. I also had a piano competition that day, so that could've added to stress.

I wake up only to find out I overslept. It's 5:42 AM. I quickly jump out of my bed to grab suit and dress up. To my surprise, it's not in my closet and I have a feeling it could be in my parents' bedroom. So I go there. My parents are not sleeping, mom is lying on bed, though. Dad is fixing PC, software-stuff on the other side of the room. They seem awfully calm, I'm not even being yelled on when they see I overslept. I grab my suit from the middle wardrobe. (aren't there regals in waking life?) My dad calls me to look outside. It's raining. Surprisingly, it's raining so much that green frogs are falling, too. They land on window (we have roof window, if you get what I mean) and jump away. I ignore this fact and go to my room to dress up. I find socks ready to be pulled on on my bed, though I can't remember getting my clothes ready before going to bed. In my mind, I quickly schedule remaining 30 minutes before I have to go to train station. I'll use 10 minutes to eat some yoghurt and drink tea and the other 20 to make me some snack to eat on the train. I go downstairs only to find my little sister already there watching My Little Pony: Friendship is magic on TV. (at 6 AM, I may add, duh) So I go to kitchen and for some unknown reason, I decide to eat some bread instead. It's already cut, but someone poured water on it. WHAT?

Anyways, I go back upstairs and I turn on computer. (Yeah, let's no stick to my schedule, because this is a dream, right?) I go on dreamviews forum, but I can't remember whether I read something or not. I notice on of my books, which are usually on the table, is missing. I go ask mom if she knows where it is and says she borrowed it. That's really weird, She usually doesn't read stuff like that. Anyways, the book's name is The Reincarnationist by M. J. Rose.

3. 4. 2012 - 5. 4. 2012
Couldn't remember anything.

6. 6. 2012 - Afterlife
Background info: I woke up at about 11:00 AM and went back to sleep without getting out of bed. Weak form of WBTB? Dreams were very vivid.

I'm in some sort of cave with someone. Actually, it's more like tunnel. We go further and further and stumble across a statue of some Greek goddess. There is some sort of button on the naked statue (don't ask where). I press it and a big rock in front of us rolls away. I see a beatiful scenery. It's a huge area with pool with light water, like you can see in movies. There aren't any shadows and sun is shining brighter than usual. It's all designed in ancient Egypt style. Whole area is surrounded by a wall made from light yellow bricks (again, Egyptian-style) with two lines of blue azur bricks in upper and bottom area of the wall. To my left there are bunch of ancient Greek and ancient Egypt statues. They're all naked. (I have to say that male statues are VERY well endowed ) Behind me I can see about 3 endings from ventilation. Whole area reminds me of Quidditch pitch from Harry Potter. I then see a big boar and I know it's a god. (Mononoke Hime reference) We talk about something and then one of the ventilation endings start sucking him like a vacuum cleaner. This doesn't affect my and my friend, who I still have no idea who that is. The boar yells in panic and then is sucked completely by the ventilation. And somehow I know this is what afterlife looks like or how people imagined it in acient Greek and Egypt.

EDIT: I remembered who was the person with me! It was Morpheus from Matrix.

Skiing

I'm skiing in ski center in which I was about 3-4 years ago. I meet old friend of mine from Elementary school. We ski together a little, we also have an istructor and it feels like training. Since I can ski well already, I go down the slope first. I'm waiting for them but they seem to be stuck somewhere. I go sit down to a nearby café. They're still not arriving. I go check on machine that helps people get on the hill and see it's halted. I look around and see my friends sitting under a tree and drinking tea. We talk about something.

Dream starts off in an long, ancient hall with wood floors and stone pillars. One side is open to the sea and the other is a line of small alcoves. I am my Chinese dream incarnate Chun-li, and I am married to a causasian man and have to children, a girl and a boy. My mother, an elderly Chinese lady also lives with us. The boy is just a baby but the girl is about 11 or 12 I think. I am very responsive and emotional towards my family, and my whole existance revolves around fulfillling thier every need, which I am more than pleased to do. Despite our sparce, limited space we are happy, though we never go into the water because it is filled with giant and dangerous creatures that swim near the edges of the sea waiting to make a meal of anyone unfortunate enough to get to close to the edge or fall in.

My daughter and I are arguing about her aquarium full of frogs, but I cannot remember why. I trip on something and fall onto the aquarium, smashing it to peices, greatly upsetting my daughter. There is water and frogs all over the floor but I do not clean it up as my attention is drawn to my mother who has fallen to the floor as well, having had a heart attack. I wail and cry over her body as she dies. I am so overcome with grief that I collapse on my fallen mother and die too, leaving my much dependant family to fend for themselves.

The dream kind of fast forwards, but follows my husband and children. My husband is overwhelmed and unable to keep the home safe from sea creatures (which I was able to do somehow) and taking care of our children is a great burden on him. Two giant eel like sea creatures repeatedly attack the homestead, forcing my family to flee the narrow stone hall to an open plain nearby. A steep cliff juts out at the end of the hall and a great, leafless Birch Tree is at the center of semi-circle alcove in the cliff.

Some time has passed and my husband is harried and absent minded and misplaces our son, while our daughter is somehow able to freely reach the high plateau at the top of the cliff and return at will. My husband finds our son stuck in the great Birch tree but doesn't know how to get him down. As he frantically tries to figure things out, he runs into two large men, one red haired and carrying a katana, and another tanned, dark-haired, muscular man carrying a large hammer-like weapon. My husband begs the men for assistance but they at first ignore him because they are attacked by the large eel like creatures that had been harassing my family before. The eels have been stalking my family and followed them from the ancient hall, unnoticed along the sea's edge.

Despite their large size and formidable weapons, the two men are unable to defeat the creature without the help of a female companion with whom they've been travelling. They call her in from the sidelines and it turns out to me, Chun-li, even though I am supposed to be dead. I appear alive, but I am cool, calculated and stoic. I am unresponsive to my husband and daughter's cries of surprise and if I recognize the members of my family I do not show it.

I have either a long thin sword like an epee or a silver magic wand and just by waving it in the direction of the eels I can give them a horrendous electrical shock, which does not kill them, but drives them away. I am unconcerned of the baby boy stuck in the tree and leave my large male companions to deal with it while I walk away, unemotionally. My male companions soon follow and leave my shocked and perplexed family behind.

Several years have passed and my male companions and I return to the great Birch tree area by the sea's edge. My husband and children are still there, but just as before I do not acknowledge them. My son has grown up and is in his early teens, while my daughter has not aged at all for some reason. My husband also looks the same though his is thinner and more visibly frazzled. My travelling companions and I are on some sort of mission which has led us back to this area, and we briefly make an excursion to the great plains on the plateau above, where my family now lives (where I see my daughter flying a red kite but I ignore her) before having to venture back into the ancient stone hall from the beginning of the dream. My son and daughter refuse to let me out of their lives again, even though I am still unresponsive to their needs, and they follow us into the hall. Reluctantly my timid, harried husband follows.

There are several encounters with the giant eels, and though I still act stoicly, I also go out of my way several times to save my children from danger. That convinces them that I do remember them and still care somehow and they pledge never to leave my side. I do not repond to their declaration, but they are no longer bothered by my unresponsiveness.

At some point my two large male companions disappear, as does my husband. I pass through the old hall where I used to live and for the first time since "returning to life" I show some response to the environment around me, especially when we come to the alcove where my daughter's aquarium had been. The floor is still wet and there is broken glass everywhere, as if the mess was still fresh and had never been cleaned up, but where the frogs had fallen before now there are tiny stone statues in the shape of the amphibians. The frogs having turned to stone has something to do with my daughter not aging, but I don't know exactly what the connection is and neither do my children.

We travel pass the former homestead and come to a covered deck like area that is open to the sea. A final battle of sorts is fought with the giant eels but this time my children are able to help me. They have somehow acquired minature versions of the katana and hammer that my previous travelling companions carried. When the eels are dispensed and my children jumping up and down and celebrating wildly, I enter another hall that goes to what looks like a vast furniture store, though it is empty of people, dimly lit, and the furniture is all covered in dust. On a table on the far side of the store there is a bowl full of smarties and chocolate chips, which I start stuffing into my pockets. I can hear my children looking for me and for some reason this fill me with apprehension.

My children find me and ask what I am doing to which I reply nothing, even though I continue to gather candies and put them in my pocket. My children continue to watch me and the dream ends there.

I am in a field near my house called Mr. Salmon's Field. It is winter and I am dressed warmly. It is not cold and the day is bright, though there is a thick, grey cloud cover. I have a list of things that I have to find and the objects can be found around the field, though they are hidden. The I cannot remember the first few items on the list but at one point I had to find five christmas cards. I walked back and forth across the field but did not see anything. I back-tracked and found three red envelopes half buried and partial crushed in my footprints in the snow. I picked them up but they were soggy and ruined. I back-tracked a little more and found the two other cards, though they were not in envelopes.

The last item on the list was capturing three frogs from a nearby pond. I figured it would not be to hard seeing as the pond was mostly frozen over. On the rocky shore of the pond were several leopard frogs, who were not only alive and unaffected by the cold, but unusually large. I leaned down to pick up the frog closest to me, but it jumped and dived into the pond, smashing through the ice and disappearing underneath it. The rest of the frogs followed suit and I was unable to complete my list because the frogs never came back.

Morning of January 18, 1969. Saturday.



I am apparently in Africa and it is mostly early in the morning in the several scenes. The landscape does not have many features; mostly tall grasses in sparse areas and slightly muddy both brown and gray ground areas and a small pond or two. There is a dirt road (rut road, mostly) that winds through some areas. A few rusty old abandoned jeeps are sitting around in random locations, one on its side. There seems to be at least two villages in the region, although a bit more like ghost towns and with only a few people. At one point, there is a slight concern about, when driving a jeep, how would you know about a lion coming out from one side of the tall grasses? But that is not really a strong focus for any part. There is also a point at which one road suddenly cuts off just prior to an embankment with a drop of several feet (as such, how could a rut road have developed there - or perhaps that explains some of the wrecked jeeps).

There is something about Erin Moran (seemingly older in my dream) having “two lives” or two separate identities in a sort of “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” fashion; one as the young daughter of the veterinarian (“Daktari”), the other as a “frog queen” or even “were-frog” of sorts. I think I see her as such at one point (in silhouette only). No one else knows her secret but me. The frogs are many but not that threatening and mostly seem to cause problems relative to the maintenance of the road somehow (that is, leaving extra “potholes” from their movement over the soft ground). I ride in a jeep and a greenish gray Land Rover (which I never saw one of in real life until coming to Australia in 1994). There is evidence and concern regarding rain causing jeep engine problems and “more frogs coming out” which apparently like to live in the engines when leaving their pond. (It is as if it is “normal” for a few frogs to be in a jeep engine, but a lot more will cause problems. Since frogs hop, this is likely an odd distortion of a hamster wheel upsized to imply running an engine.) Eventually it seems like the towns are completely deserted.

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Key points:

An anagram (though I am not implying that anagrams always mean something) of “Erin Moran” is “Inner Roma”. (My “mystery girl”, who was an exact copy down to the smallest detail, from heritage to appearance to unusual mixed accent, of my real-life wife Zsuzsanna long before I met her, was and is Roma.)

Additionally, to augment the above point, Erin Moran, though a very rare character in my dreams, seemed to be a “stand-in” for Brenda W, who, in turn, was a precognitive “stand-in” for my wife-to-be. Brenda was the only sincere friend (and only mutually intimate one) who remained as such from early childhood on until my move back to Wisconsin (as even my best friend Toby and I had falling-outs at times). Zsuzsanna in fact, wrote a story in her childhood called W’s Dream (using Brenda’s actual last name without knowing of her - in addition to the identical drawing of Susan R’s).

I have already explained the frog theme in another entry to a greater extent but will simply repeat here that it seems some sort of reversal of (certain versions of) “The Frog Prince” story. However, because most features in dreams symbolically or metaphorically represent the concurrent level of consciousness, frogs are also a waking precursor and symbol of the preconscious (unlike fish, which would be the deeper unconscious unless near the surface) because they start out as tadpoles but then emerge onto land, consequentially symbolizing the dreamer leaving the dream state. “Frogs in the engine” validate this, as an engine represents dawning consciousness and the power of critical thinking.

After consideration over a number of years, I have decided that the position of a vehicle in a dream may be a subtle play on physical position in bed though not necessarily concurrent, a jeep on its side being an interesting possible play on spooning (and was validated as such regarding at least a few of my own dreams). Also, I have noted that a car accident in a dream sometimes is a metaphor for a person rolling over in their sleep (which has occurred and been validated in several of my own dreams).

Rust is one of those dream features that is quite rare. Presently I assume it refers to the passage of time or even the decay of the dream state in its last segment as it was as such in metaphor in at least one dream (that being “Wool Into Rusty Iron“, which represented waking from the dream state as most final segments do with multiplicity-based scenarios).

A lion, which there was only a very vague concern about here (and no imagery of one), represents coalescence (as does anything that can either cover up or swallow the dreamer, including sand but mostly excluding water in my case) and the return to whole consciousness. However, the mechanism here did not manifest and my dream became a bit more vivid at that point as a result (that is, higher up into preconsciousness, also represented by the presence of more and more frogs, which has occurred in several other dreams in the same way, one of them becoming fully lucid).

The “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” theme is an obvious play on unconscious vs. conscious or dream “reality” vs. waking reality.

A town becoming less populated or deserted over time is an obvious play on the waking transition.

Very early morning of September 21, 1974. Saturday.



This dream was likely inspired in part by the often low-rated 1972 movie called “Frogs”, with Ray Milland. In my dream, I am spending the night with classmates at some sort of estate in the middle of a cypress swamp; probably in Florida near an area where we went on field trips in real life (as a toddler, I lived in a cypress swamp). My bus driver, Mr. F, is there instead of any of our teachers and he appears to be very scared and walks around with a rifle. (In real life, Mr. F was a kind but very unusual character. He would have some sort of severe panic attack whenever he heard the sound of someone whistling, even at a very low volume, and start shaking and yelling, almost driving off the road. He always acted a bit distracted and nervous as it was, and I was amazed he was allowed to be a school bus driver at all. He even bumped into me with the actual bus, although I did not get hurt, when I was crossing in front as we were always told to do, as he must have been distracted and just started to drive off again right after he had stopped.)

The “killer frogs” come out precisely at midnight. We all hide in a building (which is - or is like - a tourist station in a park). Not much happens, though. There is some concern about them breaking through a window, but they do not. I see them all in a row, lined up like soldiers, even possibly with a seeming unseen group leader. I view some scenes like this at ground level somehow (even from an angle that would imply being slightly under the ground’s surface and a few other odd “camera angles”), but am not in any danger at any time. Even though it is supposed to be “horror”, it is somehow more like “Halloween fun” for me in my dream.

There is a rather odd scene where I seem to be dramatically preaching about why the frogs are seeking revenge against humanity. One line is about them being run over by bicycles. (From a real-life event where I had actually run over a toad with my bicycle in the walkway from the carport to the shed).

Later on, everything is quiet (in the morning) and everything is normal again.

There were later a couple similar dreams as this. I also wrote a story in real life called “I’m Afraid of Toads” based somewhat on my dream (even though in my dream, they were frogs). Of course, I had no fear of either toads or frogs, and in fact, used to carry toads around as a boy even when they peed on me. I once set up a “toad city” in the Cubitis carport (before my father added the extra bedroom) in an old washtub (with dirt and cardboard buildings and the “Toad City” sign) I borrowed from my parents - and watched them for a couple weeks then let them go.

In real life, my female friend and classmate, Brenda W, copied my story mostly word for word (including the title) but solely replacing the word “toads” with “spiders” in each and every case - and several people liked it. I found that so odd an act, I was not remotely angry or annoyed, only amused, especially when she became very embarrassed when someone was reading “her” story out loud on the bus and I listened in.