Date: 14/06/2012 Place: Friend's bed Time of getting into bed: 00.00 Dream 1 - Non lucid We (me and partner) are going through a McDonalds drive through over and over again. Under our car seats are small kittens that are very cute. Dream 2 - Non lucid My sister is modeling dresses on a cruise ship. I am joining in but only because I know she will be angry if I don't, and I really don't want to do it. The dresses are bad taste and there are people watching. There are piles of clothing everywhere, my back is very sweaty I notice. A plastic pirate ship style toy boat is large enough for me to climb in, which makes it move in a very trippy way. I am then in the toilets squeezing into a dress way too small for me, there are people waiting to use the toilet but I am holding them all up. An old school friend passes by and says hi, I say hi back and they leave. Someone gives me some cheap, hotel style conditioner for my hair. Dream 3 - Non lucid There is a small, dead scorpion on my pillow. I am saving it to put in my ear later. I change my mind and decide to throw it away, in case it stings me. Dream 4 - Non lucid I am throwing plastic arrows, but I have no bow. Dream 5 - Non lucid I am in a beach style place, and smoking. I throw my cigarette butts on the floor into the sand so someone provides a very tall, green plastic cocktail glass to use as an ashtray. There are no more seats for me to sit on so I sit on a plastic, kids toy car. I am now crying (not sure why) but the car is comfortable. ***NOTEWORTHY*** I do not smoke anymore (quit sometime ago) I have not seen the visiting school friend for around 10 years. My star sign is Scorpio.
my dream began with me taking a tour of this 'museum' of the worlds cutest kittens and man..my dreaming mind sure knows how to conjure up the cutest fucking kittens you have ever seen. One was pink and had was fluffy like some kind of ridiculous panda or something. it was making this ultimately 'cute' noise, almost sounded like a bird cooing. im not obsessed with kittens or anything but i was definately impressed anyway.. after i was done checking out these kittens i had to go pay. i go up to the counter and the receptionist tells me the kitten tour was $30 and there was some kind of levy that was another $600. i was obviously outraged and i swore and yelled. at this point i notice a middle aged women beside me having a laugh because i'd obviously just gone looking at kittens by myself. i knew it was legitimately funny but seeing her laughing up made me even angrier. i demanded to see some paperwork and they presented this document which i had supposedly signed. i read it thoroughly (i dont recall the text scrambling or anything, it all seems pretty legible at the time) and noticed the $600 only covered 'products'. i argued that the kitten tour was a service and not a product and managed to get out of the levy. soooo.. while this is happening i notice another man who was outside the building (who looked a lot like my boss) was also having a laugh at my situation. for some reason i feel like the best way to get back at the asshole is to point at him and laugh hysterically. his face suddenly turned into the most horrible scowl i could imagine. i am immediately struck by fear and i realise hes going to probably kill me. i look away and then back at him, but hes gone! shitty fuck shit where could he be?!?!?! I see him running (particularly fast and furiously) through the door coming after me. i sprint off knowing that if he gets me im screwed. then suddenly, thanks to my ADA practice (first day of ADA practice too) the day before, i become aware i am dreaming and some of the fear subsides. i think about the situation and know i shouldn't be afraid but because the situation is hectic i can't seem to stabilise, clarify or steer the dream. i end up just running a little more and then the dream faded overall a very memorable dream but in retrospect i should've stabilized it as soon i became lucid. oh well, lesson learned!
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Updated 03-19-2012 at 05:05 AM by 44350
Last night, I was dreaming about seeing a cat. It was a very large cat, pretty colors, kinda like caramel, white, and almost strawberry colors. It was left out from someone's home who no longer wanted the cat. I felt sorry for it and layed next to it. I realized that this was a mama cat and she had milk. I wondered where the kittens were or whether they were dead. I took the cat into my house alone with my 3 cats that lived with me. (In reality, I have only 1 cat). I bathed the giant cat, soaped her up, rinsed her, gave her food, led her to the litter box which was terribly tiny for a creature as large as she. She was a very gentle and relaxed cat who did not want to leave my side. Anyway, I also dreamed that I was trying to have a lucid dream. This wasn't a lucid dream but I wanted to have a lucid dream in the dream. Well, I must be closer.
Kitten Attack 1 kitten is cute. 1000 is torture!!!! I was outside and walking along a trail. I go in some house and speak with some people I know. There are bees flying around me. I keep swatting them dead. I notice a kitten come around the couch... and then another... and another. I go behind the couch and there are many kittens. They attack me and I fall on the floor. They are clawing and biting me... It's like a scene out of the second batwman movie where catwoman is born. I am screaming "help, help, help!" Dan and Russ. I am at someone's house. I am sitting on a couch with Dan. i am asking him If he still wants the $600 I owe him. He gets mad and starts hitting me. I see Russ AKA Rusty from down. He starts stabbing me with a baselisk tooth. I can feel the searing pain and I wake up. Lucid I become lucid in the same house. I walk past the couch and call Asuka's name. I see Russ again. I jump to attack him. I pin him down and ask him "Are you real?" He laughs and says yes. I as him to prove it. He then freezes. I pick him up and I see myself in a mirror. I am seeing Rusty's face in front of me. i look to the mirror behind him and also see his face staring into the mirror. I spin Rusty around so I see the back of his head which is covered in a blue hoodie... I look to the mirror and see the same back of the hoodie even thought he should be facing the front. I spin him again and all around he is a faceless guy with blue all around his head. I get scared and try to teleport him away. I drag his body to a wall and try to summon a door. I put my hand on the wall and my vision switches. I can see an outline of my computer and realise I am fully awake with my eyes opened now. Roses. I am seeing an HH scene and see cartoon red roses swim past my vision. My feeling is that they are from Saim. (thanks sweetie!) Umm. (private entry) Movie fails I am watching a movie on my computer and lying down. Asuka joins me to watch. She leans back into my right arm. Her left hand touches my left and I hold it. This is just like when I walked Saim across the river in he dream from the other night. We watch the movie and it gets to an intense scene... but then it freezes. I get mad at the screen and try to resume the movie. It doesn't work. I move the indicator back and it plays. I move the indicator to the right spot where I left off and it pauses... i move the indicator a few minutes past and the movie resumes... but never on the right spot. "Dammit," I say to Asuka.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING 23:30 GMT – Sleep Mystical experience I think I fell asleep thinking about trying to have an O.B.E. I was lying on my back but think I fell asleep and got caught up between dream and waking state, I was sleeping, don’t remember being on any dream, I guess I didn’t feel any of the O.B.E. triggers so I just kind of entered this meditation state, focusing on my breathing. I was asleep but I could also feel my body and hear the external sounds. I wasn’t really fully lucid, but naturally I focused on body awareness. I felt an extreme discomfort and focused on that. I felt it multiplying. I can’t really explain what it was exactly that was multiplying, it just became multiple. 2:30 GMT Visit to Jewish neighbourhood I’m in a Jewish neighbourhood in the middle-east. I’m foreigner and I am escorting a small group of tourists. They are jewish-portuguese. Among them is a young boy who sees this young girl in the middle of all these bearded men from this neighbourhood and asks her something in her language but with a very bad pronunciation. She also speaks Portuguese, as she is Portuguese descendant and replies in his language, to which he replies happily. But the family of the boy scolds him and insists he must train his Hebrew. Occupied land I am part of a group of observers on what seems to be Palestine. We are keeping an eye on the occupying army, seeing if they don’t commit abuses of human rights. On that day we follow closely two cases that could have ended badly. First, some kids entered a military off-limits area and they barely escaped being shot by militaries chasing them on a truck. Later, a couple with a small young girl are trying to evade from this occupied area and they pass over a concrete wall, when they are spotted by an helicopter right when they are about to break free. Luckily they find some big sewage pipes, leading underground and manage to escape. Nobody else knows about them anymore. At night I’m in a terrace, looking at the cityscape and the stars, hoping for the end of this violence and persecution. Mystical ceremony I then see in the sky and orb of light. I try to figure out what it is and decide I have to follow wherever it is going. I find myself entering a swamp on the outskirts of the city. As I go through the bushes, I find this open area and I see a gathering of enlightened beings and a few gurus. My main guru is taking part of some kind of wedding ceremony with his own mother. I have no idea why. Then another guru sees my enquiring look explains to me that it is only symbolic. That she has some important transmission to pass on to him, from a female tradition and to receive it, he has to symbolically marry her first. There’s some other students of these gurus around and I hear one asking this one guru if it’s true that they can enter our minds as they want. He responds in a joking way, saying “Of course, we're like the boogy man and we will haunt your dreams. So beware.” 4:00 GMT Fairy and deity Me and Riverstone are by some lake, looks shallow, safe and pleasant, but we don’t dive until some guy appears – like a forest guard – and tells us is totally fine to go inside the water. The lake is actually composed of 4 lakes, connected with each other and with an island in their centre. I just wet my feet, feeling the water is warm and cozy but then I see a chameleon and it gets my attention. He is red but turning yellow as he approaches me. Then I find him amidst a bed of white flowers and he turns completely white. Then he actually transforms into a butterfly-like fairy, all white with little white orbs around it. As this fairy sits on a flower, a beautiful exotic lady, with dark skin (not black, but very tanned) – a deity? - comes hovering and blesses this fairy. I kind of receive her name on my mind but recall it very badly – something like Aedis Abba ??? 5:30 GMT Mystical insight Something about reincarnation and non-linear timeline. In the dream it was so clear and obvious but I couldn’t make sense of it to write it down. Wedding on an island and alien invasion I’m on an isolated island on some facilities carrying on some secret projects. Due to some failure, there’s an alien or whatever on the loose, that we failed to contain and it will start mayhem out there. Fortunately we’re on an island where nobody lives and we hope to contain it before it finds a way to go to mainland. I’m on a boat around the island and I cross another boat with a colleague of mine, also doing his round. Then I find there’s a bunch of people who entered the island illegally. I go check what is going on – it’s a bunch of rich kids who came on a private jet. A couple is marrying and they wanted to do something original, so they had this fucking great idea of sneaking secretly into this island without permission. I wondered how they manage to come without being seen, but since everybody is looking for the alien/monster, nobody was paying attention to that detail. Apparently they were already detected and a jeep with armed men are coming in their direction to evacuate them, but they see it and just run to the plane, managing to fly before being caught. Let’s just hope the “being” is not already with them! Then I go back to the facilities and I meet Ugly Betty with a boyfriend who came to say that the “being” escaped and the invasion started. Then she starts preparing her weapons, which apparently were slates with loving words on it??? (very effective, for sure...) Wounded dog on the road I’m on a car with my mom, who’s driving. We’re on a long road crossing vast planes, but we see a dog lying down in the middle of the road. We think he’s dead so my mom just moves around him, but I have decided not to ignore the animals and people who are potentially in need of help and not necessarily already dead. So I ask her to stop and I walk back to check on the dog. He is bleeding but he moves his head slightly. I feel such despair. I want to carry it to the car, but he is bigger than he looked and I’m afraid of hurting him even more. So, I’m deciding how to carry him, when I wake up. 6:20 GMT Lucid in a Polish village I’m going out of a house, apparently trying to escape from being seen by some lady. I pass by these two guys sitting on a tractor. The youngest guy looks at me long and deeply and I find it strange. He seems so real! Then I get lucid. I think maybe this guy is not a DC but actually a dreamer and he also sensed that I was a dreamer. But I don’t go ask him, because meanwhile I kept moving and I left him behind. I realize I’m in this eastern-Europe like village. The roads are in stone, buildings are small and beautifully painted, 18th or 19th century like. But I look around at other people trying to find some other dreamers, trying to find a very distinctive mark that someone is not a DC. Just for fun I go around asking people how they are enjoying this dream. They couldn’t care less. But then from my left appears Andrzej, this polish guy I know. He looks damn real. I can’t say what it is, but I feel it. Maybe he is also a dreamer. Anyway, what is he doing here? I guess we’re maybe in Poland and that’s why he’s there. I ask him if he knows he is dreaming but he doesn’t react to the question, just asks me something else. I keep insisting and finally get his attention. I stop in front of a shop window and melt the glass, then a wall. He starts believing me and funny enough, some other person who was inside this shop gets amazed and apparently also goes lucid. But I didn’t know the person and she just disappeared, probably to explore her own lucid dream. My friend is lucid for what seems to be his first time. He is so excited that he starts becoming really focused on really small details, like reading a poster that is on some street light post, amazed with the detail. I have to snap him out of this fascination and tell him, details are good, but don’t focus too much on only one or you will lose lucidity fast. I drag him to the wall again and tell him to try dissolve it. I don’t know why I was so pushy on this, but I guess I wanted to keep him busy to prolong his state. He tries punching it and gets hurt. I tell him it’s not about brute force, that he has to imagine the wall is made of soft material that dissolves with touch. After trying a little bit he manages to leave a hand print on it, which is a good start. At this point is totally exhilarating and I tell “You know, there’s a bunch of people who do this often, and we organize groups and plan dream adventures together. Maybe if you could develop this capacity from now on you could join me, be one of my dream pals.” As we walk, we end up on some dark alley and I feel some bad vibes there and decide we should go somewhere else. But a few ugly looking guys are already enclosing us and I decide our only escape is lifting up, flying. But my friend is not yet skilled on that area. I decide to try to carry him but when I grab him he transforms into a glass of juice and everything starts becoming absurd. I did fly up and saw this kind of terrace with an entry door to some house only accessible by the air. It is a tiny place and I find inside a very needed black family, with lots of kids. They sleep all in one division. I feel a protective instinct towards them and go check if the kids are sleeping well. I cuddle them and they are now little back kittens. I wake up. 7:30 GMT – Wake up
I'm walking around outside. I'm in a small town that somewhat resembles the one that I am currently living in. I am approaching a beach. There are some kids, they look like they're in highschool. They're all sitting on the beach by the sidewalk. I walk over to them and stare at the ocean. They start talking about whether or not anyone's swam in the ocean. I start talking about how I grew up a few blocks from the ocean and how I miss it. They all simply stare at me. I turn around and start walking to a school. I'm going to go to my orientation. I see Liz and she says to come inside because there are cat patches I should see. There are a few cloth patches with images of cats printed on them that say cute things. Reminiscent of lolcats. When the woman who works there isn't looking she unlocks the case and takes out a big handful of them. We go outside. There are airplanes flying above, it's really loud. It begins dropping things that explode when they hit the ground. I realize it's dropping bombs. They seem to be heat guided because when they drop they dodge around aiming for us. I think I screamed at one point, grabbing people and pulling them down or pushing them over so they didn't get hit. I ran inside of the school where a woman was making an announcement that everyone should evacuate the building because there was a fire danger. I grabbed the microphone and said that everyone should stay in side, that we were getting bombed outside. The woman got angry with me and told me there was no way that we were getting bombed. Dream changes somewhat, later. I am in a house that is reminiscent of my house yet not quite the same. My room has these wooden french doors, I went to open them and they simply came off the hinges. I think my mother was there. She was lecturing me on how to keep things from breaking. I went to open my laptop and the screen completely came off. When I went to reattach it, everything began vibrating, buzzing and shaking. I could feel electric shocks running through my body, causing me a lot of pain. I screamed.
Morning of August 7, 1969. Thursday. I am in the backyard of my Cubitis home at some time during late morning. The sun is shining and the weather seems fine overhead. However, to the east, beyond the railroad tracks and the expansive farmland, is a tornado, heading straight towards my home. In the area farther out towards the tracks and where we usually burn rubbish in real life, is what looks like an old worn plaid blanket (which is dirty and with a few holes) within the unburnt trash and ashes. There are at least six or seven recently born kittens on the blanket squirming around, a few noticeably calico. I do not know where they came from, but they seem to be my responsibility. There is an ambiguous awareness of being indoors looking down at a bed, even though I am also aware of being outside in a different location at the same time. “You can’t die,” I say fairly softly and mournfully (though without any perceived personal worry), hearing my own young voice very clearly and vividly. I plan to take them from the area with no thought of anything else. I am almost lucid, but slowly wake. Understanding the dream state and the biological nature of RAS mediation will help in understanding a dream’s real meaning to rise above the erroneous concept of “interpretation” in the popular misuse of the term. There are obvious clues here. Firstly, a tornado is a common dream feature for me, not always threatening, and was validated in childhood to be, at the mundane level (though there is also the spiritual association regarding the Merkaba), autosymbolism based on the naturally ambiguous dynamics of the vestibular system loosely associated with the dizziness of spinning even when this is not a direct factor, though of course avoiding a tornado is related to avoiding the faux vertigo of liminal space. This means that my dream self has a subliminal awareness of being in the dream state. What are some other clues? The kittens in the blanket are another clue. A blanket being rendered means I am probably subliminally aware I am asleep (without my conscious self identity being within the dream state itself). Additionally, saying “You can’t die” is another dream state indicator from “If I die before I wake”, from a “prayer” that I never even considered uttering at any point in my childhood (even though some children supposedly utter this “prayer” prior to sleep, but what kind of a parent would allow this, I cannot even imagine it), though I had heard about it around the time of this dream. Thank goodness I was born into a family that did not practice such a grim ritual.
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