non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Some weird circular story. Starts with a woman sending her daughter to orphanage. The girl grows up and gets pregnant. Her kid is taken away and raised outside by someone else. He meets his grandmother without knowing who she is and they get involved. Then one day the grandmother finds out where her daughter is and comes to see her, bringing her son along, nobody knowing who they are to each other and he also falls for his own mother. Can't recall what happened next but it was some crazy full circle incest shit. At a college, feeling like a visiting student. Some girls who are showing me things around take me to the auditorium where it is being played a documentary about Billie Eilish. I go inside all happy to watch it and sit on a chair, but some dudes come to charge me 20€ for it and I just don't wanna pay, so I get out, thinking I can probably stream it online cheaper or for free. Then I am invited to coordinate a group of young kids, also visitors, who will be planting trees and bushes in the outside premises. First we all gather in a room and I give them a small lecture about the plants. At some point the kids are all distracted and talking loudly and neither I or their teacher manage to quiet them down. I am losing my voice from shouting. The teacher gives up, but I go grab a recipient with water and throw it at them. It works. They are all wet and in shock looking at me and I finish what I was saying.
This may sound super weird, but I have had three dreams about incest, and tonight I was the victim of my third. I had two sexual dreams about my father previously, and I have not really been sleeping easy ever since. It's so weird, since I feel zero attraction towardshim when I wake up. It disgusts me. I consider the these dreams my worst nightmares. Last night, I had one that was a little bit less sexual and more loving. Now, since I felt almost suicidal after this one, because it was my third, I did a tiny bit of research on the matter. I know this doesn't mean my subconcious is incestual. I think it is because I do not have a good relationship with my dad. He screams at me whenever I do something wrong. Although he appologizes, it still hurts. I go to an all grl school, so he is the only man in my life currently. I believe that these dreams could just be my subconcious telling myself to repair my relationship with my father. Do you think these assumptions are correct? Please let me know your toughts and opinions. This has been really freaking me out, so reassurence that I'm not crazy is always appreciated.
The place I'm in is a mix of a house set by a lake, but there are no enclosed rooms. I'm with my uncle, and he is still mourning my aunt's passing. It's a Friday night. We're talking, and something happens. There's a spark. We have chemistry. We are enjoying what the other person is saying. I'm confused about my feelings, and he is too. I leave, promising to come back on Sunday. I tell my girlfriend about it, and she is very supportive. She sets up the meeting on Sunday. She wants us to get together. Sunday, I go to him. We lay in bed together. I am overpowered by how sick he smells, how old he is, and that he is my uncle. The chemistry I felt is gone, and there is only revulsion. Still, he strokes my face and kisses me. I try to kiss back, but I can't. The kiss is warm and wet and disgusting to me. I am so embarrassed. He senses it and pulls away. I close my eyes and whisper, "I'm sorry..." I leave and sleep on the couch. I wake up in the morning and walk around. I don't know how long I slept, but my uncle is nowhere to be found. I really wanted to explain to him that maybe, people had a short connection and then it disappeared, and it wasn't meant to be pursued. I saw that he had put his laundry in the wash. The television in front of the couch is on, but I don't register what's playing. I am only filled with guilt. I walk out of the house to find my girlfriend. She knows it went wrong, and she is angry with me. We are talking on the phone until I find her sitting at the water's edge of a lake. She looks sad and holds a guitar. I try to go to her as the water levels rise and consume her while she plays the guitar. And she doesn't care. I wake up from this deep dream and I'm shocked at waking life for a moment, so different from the emotions of moments before.
In a previous dream, I was with my sister and we were looking for something. We were outside walking around and at one point she is hugging me, I'm hugging her back of course. Somehow I become sexually attracted to my sister here, but I want to stay in denial about it and resist that sexual attraction throughout the rest of the dream. We came across a old house that is half fallen apart from weathering. The roof is mostly gone and a good portion of the one upstairs wall also. This is where I start to go a little lucid and have some fun. I peel back the walls of the house with telekenisis as if they were layers of an onion, until only the stairs leading to the basement remain. Doing this seems to shorten our search, I just can't remember what we are looking for. It must have been something good though, as if it were gold or something I feel. I know I head down into the basement with my sister still searching and someone else shows up to help, but then my dream transitions to the next one. The next dream still has the same thing, though this time it is my female cousin who is actually flirting with me. This time I just go along with it and I'm flirting back with her. It seems she gets out of some of her clothes and as we are walking around outside I'm play teasing her with her black panties. I keep following her and she has headed into this tent. She is lying down inside the tent and I start play teasing with her black panties again and looking at her good stuff. From there I just remember walking up some steps in a park with plenty of DCs around. There is a girl there handing out stuff, but everyone is ignoring her for some reason. As I near her, out of curiousity I stop and she hands me some stuff. I take it not wanting to be rude. I'm still following the flow of the crowd up into this building in the park, and as I go I notice that among the stuff she gave me is a joint of pot. I'm a little concerned I'm carrying this thing, so I start looking for a place to ditch it. I'm in the building now, decending a spiral staircase that hugs the outer wall. When I think no one is looking, I chuck the joint over the railing and let it fall wherever. About halfway down I start noticing it is smoky in here, and when I get to the bottom I see a bunch of people smoking pot all over the place. Guess I really didn't have to worry about the one I was carrying. I was down there, amused by the goings on for a few minutes, but then I had enough of it and left. I headed back up to the main floor. It turns out that some DCs actually live in this odd shaped building and it is their home. They were telling me that they own this and land in the park, even though it is a public park as well. Something like grandfather rights or something. Seems unusual, but I try not to think about it too much. As I was leaving I cross this neat little outdoor garden area kept in a greko-roman style, complete with statues and a little walkway. After I went through this area I woke up.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I sat at a picnic bench with a few other people. We all sat under some covering structure, like the shelter for a gas-pump island. But we were apparently at a restaurant. I told the people at the table that I had the power of mind control. I could will people to do certain things, to carry out whole sequences of actions. The people didn't feel any strain on their minds while I did this. It felt very natural. I apparently used these people to get into places where they could take money. I would then receive this money. Everybody got up and walked away from the table. Everybody dispersed. But I followed one young man. We walked together out from under the shelter and into an area that looked like a bunch of small auto shops. We then headed out onto a street kind of like a small business section of town. I told the guy I was now controlling his mind. I may have explained something about this to him. A weird, small airplane flew overhead, from my right to my left. The plane looked kind of futuristic, but kind of old and dirty. Either I or the young man read the mind of the passenger. The passenger, the young man said, was a beautiful woman who either was or had been a famous movie star. But the woman no longer wanted to be as guarded and watched over as she was nowadays. She wanted to get out and have fun. We followed the plane with our eyes as it headed to the local airport, which was just at the end of this business street (!). We began walking in the direction of the airport. I told the young man that the mission I was going to mind-control him to go on would be to meet up with the girl and act like a really fun, easygoing guy. The young man would win the woman's heart that way. She would give him money, and he could bring it to me. For some reason, we were walking back up under the shelter with the picnic tables. The young man asked me, "What if I just enjoy living with the woman so much that I decide to stay, and I never come back to bring you her money?" I said, "Good for you, then. Go. And I hope you have a good life." Dream #2 I walked out onto the sidewalk, probably outside of a big, public building. It was probably autumn, and it was a sunny day, probably with yellow leafs on the ground. I was in a clean, quiet, probably wealthy town. A tall, Indian man in khaki slacks and a pale, yellow Polo shirt stood out on the sidewalk. The man had a short, old hairstyle, with plenty of gel, and he wore nice, squarish eyeglasses. He seemed to be waiting for a cab. The man turned away from the curb and got a glimpse of me. He remarked that I was too skinny. Dream #3 I was in a courtroom. A rich woman, who may once have been a really popular movie star, was on trial for not paying a cabbie. The story went that she had told the cabbie to wait for her at some place like a gas station, and that she would meet him there. But she never showed up. The woman's argument was that she hadn't told the man she would pay him for his time in waiting, and that he hadn't driven her anywhere in order to get paid. It was the man's choice to wait for her, the woman said. And the wouldn't shouldn't have to pay for the man's choice. I may have seen the view of the cabbie at the gas station in my mind's eye for a moment. But now my view was in the courtroom. I was on the right side of the room (the right side, as one would face the judge's bench). I was at the back of the room, where the woman and her lawyer sat. The woman's lawyer was also a woman, though I couldn't get a good view of her. The woman and the lawyer seemed to be seated in front of, rather than behind, a small table. They were both probably in swivel chairs. The woman looked to be maybe in her early forties. She had tanned skin and dark blonde hair with black or dark brown streaks in it. She wore a dark blue one-piece dress with short sleeves and a skirt that went to just above the knee. The dress may have had vertical stripes of navy blue and some lighter, though dull, blue. The woman was reiterating the point that she didn't feel like she needed to pay. She threw her arms up in the air, as if to say, "What's the big deal? I don't care." I was now on the left side of the room, in one of the back rows, with the cabbie and his lawyer. The cabbie's lawyer was a beautiful woman, half Japanese and half white. She wore a red dress, kind of 1950s or 1960s style, long-sleeved, with a fabric like heavy felt (? - I don't know the names of fabrics). Her hair was frowsy, frizzy, and pale, with chunky, straight bangs. The cabbie was like a skinny version of Fabio. He had long, blonde-brown hair and a tan, clean, muscular face. He had sparkling eyes and a bright smile, though some of his teeth may plainly have been fake. He wore a sleeveless, flannel shirt unbuttoned at least at the chest. The judge was explaining something about his opinion of the case. He seemed to be on the side of the cabbie, though not completely. The judge made some joke, and the crowd laughed at it. But the cabbie didn't speak English. I think he spoke Russian. The lawyer had to translate everything for the cabbie. She'd translated the joke, and the cabbie understood it was a joke -- but not until the judge had already moved on to something else. The cabbie laughed gently and gave some kind of weird glance to the judge, like he was trying to kiss up to the judge. But the time of the joke had passed. The cabbie laughing at this point made him look kind of like an idiot. Dream #4 I was in bed, kissing some girl on the crotch of her yellow, cotton panties. At some point, though, the woman turned into my mother.
Well to first start off, this is my first entry.. W00h!! :D Well here we gooo :D Well in my dream, me and my sister were talking... I want to say we were in this log cabin. It was really nice. Fires were going and the gentle winter breeze goes through the windows. The couches were covered in fur, felt as soft as a rabbit or a new born puppy. My sister and I, awkwardly, started talking about how we felt about eachother. I guess we were sneaking around because she kept whispering. So did I. We started hugging.. kissing... and it led to other things. Incest isn't ever my forte but it ended up happening. After we did it, my sister says "Oh my god! They're coming!" I replied in a shock "Who?" She ran before she could answer. She was 1/2 naked, running barefooted in the snow, trying to hide from these intruders. I woke up because I didn't want to remember the incest dream but I do anyway. How you somewhat enjoyed.. **if u enjoyed the sex part, your weird.. lol **
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