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    1. [13-12-2016: Iceberg and a harpy]

      by , 12-13-2016 at 05:50 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was swimming a boat over antarctic sea. There was a huge iceberg in front of me, huge as a mountain. I swam closer and left my boat, then slowly started climbing up the ice. Then I reached the top and saw a harpy with an axe.
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    2. Sing Dirty Nina

      by , 08-12-2011 at 02:27 AM
      I enter a lucid dream and I'm flying through darkness. I am determined to have an enjoyable experience so as I fly around I begin trying verbal commands like, "sun come up" or "daylight now". But none of them work, so I starting singing. I make up a cute little song and add in phrases involving sunrises and with feeling I sing, "let the sun come up". I'm basically just using verbal phrases in song form. My subconscious likes it. Perhaps he is grateful for my creative attempt, and the fact that I am asking, instead of forcing. Forcing never works with the sub.

      Now I'm flying in bright daylight over an icy ocean of arctic blue glacial waters. I change the song and start singing about warm Caribbean waters, and suddenly the glacier breaks apart and the sea froths and foams and dark debris flies everywhere. This was a scene from some horrible flood. But it was only a changeover. After a few seconds pass, the water is turquoise like the Caribbean and there are beaches formed from the glacial ice. It is so beautiful and amazing just flying through this scene and watching these transitions occur as I sing. My subconscious seems ready to give me anything I ask for. I sing for a beautiful lagoon, and immediately I watch as the sandstone is carved from a cliffside, the debris shooting straight into the air and into nonexistence. The water surges up and over the cliff, and when it recedes there is a beautiful lagoon with waterfalls flowing into it. Plants, trees, and flowers spring up around it. I just float in the air, and watch this amazing site, ready to plunge into the warm waters. But my alarm wakes me up. Snooze.

      I re-enter a lucid dream, but it's different. I'm in some sort of mall, but this mall has the most beautiful interior decorating I've ever seen. Each store has displays set up that are so intricately beautiful. They use color and light to make the customer's eye dance around the store. I had barely a moment to state in awe at this scene, when...again alarm goes off...snooze.

      I wanted so badly to get back to that store in the mall to take a mental picture of the gorgeous display, but instead I'm in a different place. Or a different time. It's a mall...but there's only western stuff...and it looks like the old west. I'm dressed up as a cowboy, my hair is hidden and tucked up under my hat. The people tending the store in this mall don't look too pleased to see me so I say, "I'll see you boys later," then I make a bull sound, and go charging off toward a wooden wall, head first. Apparently I don't make a very good bull, because I just hit the wall hard and fall to the ground.

      My head is aching but I'm alright, I'm more bothered that my boots got all dusty, so I wipe 'em off a bit. Two large men walk over to me, I see they're carrying rifles. The light is behind them so their faces are in shadow but I can see one has long greasy hair and the other is bald. "Howdy," I say, "I'm Dirty Nina." and I take off my hat and let my hair fall down. "You boys are mighty good looking," I say, trying to hide the sarcasm. The bald man walks closer and leans toward me. I can see that he has bandages over his eyes and he's looking really angry..."Well that's just fine little missy, but we got a debt to settle." He smiles, and I see a nasty toothless grin. The dust begins to settle and I need a plan, I see the spurs on my boots glinting out of the corner of my eye...but just then...my alarm goes off. And I have to get up or I'll be late for work.

      Very frustrating, this dream was going to be mighty awesome.
    3. 11/11/2010 Giant iceberg

      by , 12-26-2010 at 04:44 AM (The Midnight Train)
      A giant iceberg hits land and breaks in half. It looks like a gigantic ship. I rip 100s of posters of the wall in a dorm room. The posters seem to predict this event. Behind the posters, a window looking out to town and sea.
      I see the giant moving iceberg. I tell an old man who's is in the room with me what's happening. We leave that room. I later recount this dream to other characters in the dream.
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    4. Dreams (9/6/10)

      by , 09-06-2010 at 05:17 PM
      DREAM #1: I'm sitting in the passenger seat in my stepdad's blue Ford pickup and my mom is in the driver's seat. We are speeding near an iceberg with a few penguins sitting on top and there's a moat of freezing blue water around it. "Hang 11! Hang 11!" yells my mother, whatever that means. I realize the gas and break are under my feet but the steering wheel is on my side. Before I can hit the brake, my mom swerves the car and we keep racing down the icy road, wherever we are. Later in that dream, I remember sitting in a small wooden boat on a lake at sunset. An eccentric man with a full head of bushy hair gracefully rows by me with a cooking spoon.

      DREAM #2: A women in her late 40's with long blond hair and ugly teeth is repelling down a building and she's wearing a white dress that's sliding down. Confused? Me too. Later in the dream, I'm walking my dog. It definitely looks like fall. In a pile of sand, I write, why did you reveal my body to everyone? or something like that.

      DREAM #3: A man with blue eyes and thinning hair is in a bubble bath, singing a disgusting song and is being crazy. I then realize I'm dreaming, and get out of bed. I'm still wearing the same shorts and tanktop from when I was asleep, and everything looks very real. I walk downstairs where my Mom is making coffee, and I do a reality check, the pinch nose one. I can't breathe though, so I think I'm awake, and then I actually wake up. Is this my first false awakening?
    5. The Mammoth

      by , 11-07-1978 at 12:34 PM
      Night of November 7, 1968. Thursday.



      Another dream I had in early childhood is one about the “prehistoric elephant”. It is possible that I originally got the idea from something I had read in a newspaper (of a larger city) or heard somewhere (although, upon newer research, it is probably more likely another case of postcognition or some sort of remote viewing - as I did not really have access to such things at that time), but it still was somewhat precognitive in that I got a book later on relating to part of the theme: “Lassie: Adventures in Alaska” by George S. Elrick (Link here).

      My dream featured a shaking side-to-side scene (implied “earthquake”, but extremely common in my childhood perception, from day to day, as well as with the side-to-side “earthquakes” of hypnagogic vision, which I always found interesting, almost comforting). A large, tall, broken-off iceberg floats to a New York harbor near Manhattan (I see the Statue of Liberty in one scene), somehow from Alaska (which would be impossible in real life of course, as they are on opposite sides of the continent - but since when are dreams always geographically realistic?). The iceberg slowly melts…and a living mammoth emerges and goes around New York, knocking into buildings and alarming people (this was also before I was scared, the second time at least, by a trained elephant at a store’s parking lot in real life). I go higher in one skyscraper and look down. Far below, I see the mammoth charging at the building I am in and there are mild vibrations. Nothing that frightening unfolds; it is almost like a sort of movie or already-completed documentary I am seemingly viewing at times in a sort of “second-hand” way.

      Curiously, of all the Big Little Books that were published, a different copy of this is now in our present home (an interesting coincidence) - the only Big Little Book we had found anywhere at that time. When I was little, this title was one of a very large number given to me for Christmas by an older sister who worked at a store and got them cheaper (in fact, almost every Big Little Book that was published at that time - it came in a very large package).

      By pure chance, years later, my older sister’s third husband’s name happened to be Corey (the same as in this book).
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