Ritual: WTB 1am, WBTB 4:45 to 6:15, woke 6:45 am with first dream, 8:30am with second. DILD, "Canceled Movie": Theater, lights go down to start movie, then come up again, we all have to move, no clear reason. I lose track of my mom and brother. General confusion. I wonder if it is a dream. I feel convinced it is though I can't be sure. How to figure out? Reason, if it's a dream then in WL I should have already seen the movie and be able to recall it (dream logic!) I think back and can't remember what movie I watched today. Still not sure, need more substantive proof: levitate something. Point to stairs and levitate small random object; decide I need a barrette for my hair and it is one by the time it hits my palm. Pin back my hair. Okay, pretty sure I'm dreaming, that's good. Distracted by all the confusion around me still, people trying to figure out what is going on, don't think of tasks, wake up. Note: I wrote the notes above hastily because I hadn't gotten much sleep yet and wanted to get back to bed as soon as possible. One detail I left out because it seemed too insignificant to mention was that in the dream, when I first got up and was gathering my things to leave the theater, I put two large jars in my purse and was surprised that they fit. I don't remember now what they contained, but I have the impression that at least one was a beverage. This is only relevant now because of what happened later. I had made coffee late at night because I still had a lot of work to get done before the next day, but realizing I was too tired to simply stay up late, I decided to go to bed and get up to work after a few hours of sleep. I left the coffee to cool on the counter in the large mason jar that I always use to make it, hipster pour-over style. During my WBTB I again decided not to drink the coffee since I was planning to return to bed, and transferred it to a smaller mason jar with a lid that put in the fridge. The next morning, the coffee was still there and I was feeling groggy, so I brought it to work with me. At the end of a long day, as I was gathering my things to go home, I tried stowing the now-empty mason jar in my purse for lack of a better place to put it, and was surprised that it fit. I had a sudden flashback to the same thing happening in the dream that morning. The parallel felt eerily similar, though I had to reflect with amusement that if this was an example of dream precog, it only seems to happen for me with the most wildly trivial and insignificant events. NLD, "Mountains, Goblins, Geisha": I'm part of a group that is planning to take a trip to a town high up a mountain. I show my friend a picture of the mountain, which is alarmingly tall and sheer, and point to the location of the little town three-quarters of the way up. I've been there before and am nervous about the drive because the roads are so dangerous. I'm convinced that when I remembered the drive I was actually drawing on memories from a different dream long ago. On the mountain, we become the playthings of some goblins. I don't recall what they are doing to the boys, but the girls all have to make themselves up and dress like geisha. The goblins are telepathic, so we have to moderate our thoughts. We end up with psychological conflicts because we are obliged to maintain conscious thought patterns that are at variance with what we "really" think. We are being housed in some dingy rooms with cheap blue carpets. I wonder if they were originally designed as dorm rooms, and that question makes me wonder where all of this is actually taking place. I sense the unreality of my situation, but I attribute it to the idea that we're being filmed. I look out the window to see if there are any clues about our real location. In the window of the building next door I see a neon "Michelob" sign—it must be a bar! I look for more clues, and see a sign attached the building with the word "Make." That must be the name of the bar... later I'll have to google to see if I can figure out where such a place is located. My suspicions are that we're somewhere in the Catskills or Adirondacks.
First I dreamed of something deleting someone and I tried to bring her back. I don't think I did in the dream. Later I dreamed of many baby birds in a jar; some (most of them) were dead and one of them cried out to me and I picked up the jar, went outside and opened the lid. I shook it, some dead ones fell out and others flew off. I then walked to another part of the yard and shook it out there before emptying it including the water at the bottom. I think the birds represent social anxiety. Later while awake I saw the same type of jar on the same shelf in the same room of the same house, but it was empty.
August 31, 2013 Method: MILD & WBTB (WILD attempted, but failed) Sleep time: 8-9 hours Dream 1 Got into a river for a cool dip, this river reminded me of a river flowing through the Amazon Rain Forest. I could hear the sounds of the wild animals all around me. I must have been pregnant or just delivered a baby because my breast was leaking milk something terrible. As I got into the river for a cool dip, I could see the milk leaking from my breast mix in with the river water. The animals in the river drank the water and milk concoction and as they did, the came out of the river huge ! Then they started to get like super powers from the mixed drink and started doing things they normally don’t do (like monkeys being able to fly like birds in the sky). I saw something ‘hanging’ from some of the animals that got out of the water and when I took a closer look, I noticed that now, they too have huge enormous breast leaking breast milk (I really should have become lucid from this dream ). Dream 2 A woman was looking for someone to help her with putting on a play from a book. She went around asking everyone to assist her in the play, but no one could help her because they couldn’t understand the topic of the play. She needed someone who was familiar with this play that she was going to be adapted from a book, but she was very upset because she couldn’t find anyone familiar with the book. I told her I knew what she was talking about and she looked at me baffled because she hadn’t even told me what the name of the book was, or what the book was about. I told her that she didn’t have to, that I just knew what she was talking about without even telling me. She told me if I could tell her the name of the book, I would receive the job. I told her the name of the book was, “The Bell Jar.” I was correct. Note: I have no idea why this book came into my dream, I believe that I either saw a moving that made a reference about it or heard someone in RL talking about it...either way, I have not read the book myself...weird?
Morning of June 6, 2013. Thursday. The main scenario in one dream features me being younger (possibly around thirty years of age) and apparently with my own bed lined up from a north wall to the south in a fairly large unfamiliar room. To my right on the west side of this room is a smaller end table with a large vase-like yellowish and greenish lamp with a floral design and with a beige gingham lampshade. Also on the table is a large squarish jar which contains a few dangerously venomous spiders. The jar and the lamp take up most of the tabletop. Three smaller spider monkeys dressed as bellhops in black, red, and shiny gold come in now and then. Because they are “bellhops” I might be inclined to think I am in a small hotel room. There is a concern that the monkeys had been near the jar and let some of the potentially dangerous spiders out, so at one point I yell at them to leave everything alone, but then I see that the only spiders outside the jar are smaller harmless ones with light brown and white stripes. They are making small webs between the lamp, table, and wall. The ones in the jar are larger and black and look like miniature tarantulas. I puzzle over why I have decided to keep venomous spiders in a jar near my bed but then an old saying is clear in my mind - “Keep your friends close but your enemies closer”. There is no fear or substantial concern when I view the dangerous spiders through the glass jar. “My” monkeys seem well-behaved and devoted to their tasks and are mostly only around to serve me in cleaning and taking care of potential impositions (such as annoying visitors, by pretending to take them to my room while actually ushering them straight out into busy traffic).
JAR vs I I was with a group of people in someones house. I was with JAR. I couldn't believe it. I held her and we danced. I think I kissed her neck. One by one the other people, mostly kids, started coming in the room. I couldn't be personal with her. I told her it would be impolite at this party to keep going away from everyone to be alone. She said, "OK." Later, I was with IF. If was sad because she understood. She was going to leave. I felt bad. IF began to tear up. I opened a tiny bottle of something from her work. It smelled like isopropyl alcohol. Dream Skip The group contained young adults now. We were being instructed by someone on how to fly a jet in a game. We were being given step by step instructions that we had to write down. The first instruction was to engage the thrusters and keep them on. He was referring to a kind of pilot light that would allow actual thrusters to engage when necessary. He said that whether we needed forward or reverse thrusters, the fire would start that thruster. I was falling behind writing the instructions. I think there were between 9 and 11 instructions for us to take home and study.
I was with JAR We were together again. She had her back to me with no clothes on. All I saw was her back and the top of her but. She had nice curves.
Original Date: 3/12/2011 Type: Fragment/Non Lucid Dream: I walked into a kitchen, the room was dark, it was nighttime. I had just left my boyfriend/husband in the other room. I opened the refrigerator door to put something in/take something out (can't remember), but when I went to close the door, it would not close. I tried again and same thing, it wouldn't close like something was sticking out and blocking it. So I looked closer. The handle was on the right side, so the door opened to the left. I looked at the lower left corner of the fridge and saw this little external/internal "pipe" that was beige colored but was sort of cut in half so that you could place something into it, like a tiny jar. The closer I looked I realized I couldn't close the door because there was a clear little specimen jar in this little pocket (I remember having this dream a long time back and only seeing this jar), so I pulled it out and put it on a shelf in the fridge where I got a better look at it. At first it was very cloudy and hard to see it clearly, like there was movement inside and I couldn't focus in very well. Then when I could see, there were these 3 thick greyish slug/worm creatures floating in the liquid inside. I remember thinking that this was something that my BF put in the fridge to hide from me. I then looked down and realized that the door wouldn't close because there was a smaller jar, about half the size of the other one, that the first one had been placed on top of and that was why it got stuck in the door. I attempted to pull this one out too, but it somehow ended up on the floor just below it. That's when this one actually turned into the shape of the worm encased inside of it, but the worm was still inside of the jar. This slug was striped with teal/aqua and black horizontal stripes and I could see his eyes staring back at me, it had this glow of light just above in between its eyes. I went to pick it up to put it back in the fridge, but it slithered very fast towards the entryway out of the kitchen, and I felt a tad bit of panic as I didn't want it getting loose in the house. Then the next second it was back in front of me, looking at me with it's glowing patch, then tried to slither away again. Feelings: Curiosity, wonder, fear, panic
Morning of August 18, 1973. Saturday. I was in what seemed to be some sort of combination of a small library (for students) and a teacher’s office. At one point, it even seems there is an adjoining laundry. There are at least three overcrowded aquariums. The small, rectangular aquariums are each filled with about five or six small or “baby” electric eels and minimal seaweed around the sides. They appear somewhat menacing and are probably annoyed by having little or no space to move around in. I am not sure why they are in the room, as it seems rather an obstacle to a more comfortable reading environment. There also seems to be a possibility of two or more somehow getting into the washing machines in the adjoining room. There seems to be no direct threat at the time. The “electric eels” in this dream were more like small black snakes, with a spinal protrusion or front-to-back fin like a serrated saw blade. People at the time gave warnings about “electric eels” in El Jobean (Florida), but they apparently did not know what they were talking about, as they supposedly only live in freshwater (not brine) and in South America. However, someone my father knew, after this dream, did require medical attention from an encounter with an eel while fishing at El Jobean (or it could have been a type of catfish - people, especially tourists, sometimes got them confused). I believe the imagery of this idea that formed a facet of my dream may have originally came from an issue of Mad or Cracked Magazine (possibly from a less significant part of a larger drawing of a differently-themed article) but I do not presently have the reference.
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