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I'm on a lake. In the lake, there's a small island; there's an enormous tree whose roots cover almost the entire island; at the base of the tree, there's a standing mirror, silver in color this time; and in front of the mirror, there are two steel bars. There's a steel vine covered in thorns that's wrapped around the bars in an arch, serving as a lock. I unwind the thorny vine and remove it. The mirror's open now.

Traveling through the basement of a ruined mansion, where the walls have crumbled so much there's a sense of open air and greenery, there's a painting of Joan of Arc commissioned by the woman who used to own this estate, and I'm pleased to see she had it painted so that Joan resembles the commissioner herself. This would be considered disrespectful, which is why it was hidden away in the basement.

I'm in an open, airy, bright library where some event is going on, some new release that's drawn in a lot of upper class, scholarly types. It's interrupted by a woman who's some kind of monster I'm familiar with, delivering a hostile message to me and leaving again. She frightened most of the people into backing away. I'm thinking, although these things are hostile and my automatic reaction to them is equally hostile, they only exist because of my "tainted blood," which was what originally created her kind, generations back; thinking about that, there's a shift in attitude, I start to pity them. They're essentially my responsibility, though they're not aware of it.

A nightmare from over the weekend:

I'm watching a TV show involving something supernatural, and the character in the show is looking at a TV screen with some monster/demon/spirit/etc on the other side of the screen, coming closer, intending to break through. It looks like a white-skinned (literal colorless white) woman with brilliantly red hair and this blazing sparking moving light where its eyes should be. I notice that I can see it not just on my TV but on all the reflective surfaces in the room, and I know it's really trying to break through into the real world. I try holding it back with various protective symbols and calling on various things (not Apollo, curiously, as that's been my go-to nightmare cure recently; possibly it's because this one's not on the theme of darkness like all the others were) but they're not very effective, I have the feeling it's only a matter of time. At the same time, the door at the far end of the hall is open - I came through it earlier - and through it I can see a woman laughing, different from the woman in the screen but I have the feeling they're related. Feeling like I don't have much time, I sprint across the hall, slam the door and lock it. The dream 'camera' zooms in on that image of the lock turning, and closely focuses on the feel of it - and then the scene isn't a nightmare anymore. The thing on the screen is gone, now it's showing the main character saying to his sister, "It's you and me, we're all we've got now."

At some point while I was watching the show (I can't remember whether it was before or after the nightmare part), I thought to myself that watching creepy things every week might impact your dreams.

(Woke up around 5:30, an hour after bed, with a high-pitched ringing in my ears that reminds me a little of TV static, so that was presumably the cause of this. Recall for the rest of the day was terrible.)

Tonight's dreams:

People living in tunnels who have to move due to some imminent danger.

I'm walking through this vast room, mostly filled with a pool of water, cranes are standing in it, and one of the people I'm with comments on the way one of the birds is holding its leg up out of the water, she says she bets it's pointing to something, we should investigate. I disagree, but investigate anyway just to prove the point. I float above the water, and pass various cranes pointing in different directions, meaningless. But at the far side of the room I meet a man, a traveler, who I start talking to and who decides to come with us; he's standing beside this curtained alcove, and through the white curtains I get a glimpse of this beautiful woman sitting on the stone floor in white robes, hair down to the floor, and at first I think she's wearing a mask, something representing the moon, and I think she must be a princess or a priestess. Then I realize that's not a mask, it's her face, beautiful and strange.

3rd person, that traveler and the man who I was in the previous scene are walking down a flight of stairs with a little boy running ahead of them. There's a festival, a sending on of spirits, which are these floating pale lights filling the room, sending them on involves covering them with cloth, and the boy reaches for one of them, but it's acting differently than the others. The traveler says that because this one had been killed, it would be wrong to send her on in that form. The light takes on the image of the little girl it had been, and starts talking to the little boy, calling him Koya, saying he's gotten older. He tells her he's not Koya, sounding frustrated, but one of the older men says quietly to him that she needs him to be the person she's waiting for.

3am
Was in my room in my house with my gf. There was a sense that the infrastructure systems had broken down and food was in a shortage. I was worried that people would break into the houseand wondered why I had never learned the martial arts with a feeling of being stupid. I went downstairs and checked to see that all of the windows are locked. They were difficult to lock. There was one window that wouldn't lock no matter what. It was broken. I managed to lock all of the other entrances though. I put double locks on some entrances, but realized that if you double or triple locked an entrance it wouldn't matter if one window was open. I felt bad because there were people who I live with who were not home and they wouldn't be able to get back into the house, but my fear was so large that I locked up anyway. I wished that I had stocked extra food in the basement.

Later I had a dream that I was a drug dealer. My friend was killed and I was spared my life and escaped.

Last Nights Dreams

Dream 1

My Daughter L keeps putting her fags out on me. We are walking down my street, someone else is with us but I'm not sure who, it might be my other Daughter P. L now puts a fag out on my neck, she's only playing and I say to her "if you do that once more I'm gonna fuckin brain ya!"

Dream 2

I'm with some woman and we run into a big house or something to hide. The earth is being destroyed by aliens and the aliens are trying to kill us. There is 1 big alien blob thing that has tentacles coming from it and it was killing and destroying everything. The other aliens with it looked just like us and we didn't want them to come near us or touch us. We are talking while we are hiding. We look about for food but can't find any. Me and the woman I'm with carry on talking, she says something about not being on earth again because it won't exist and I say "well at least we've been here and we can tell anyone born from now on what it was like" I'm in shock and can't believe this is happening. We are now holding the glass door shut because the aliens that look like us have found us and are trying to get in. I force the lock shut then notice 6 panel like locks that are on the door aswell, they have writing on but make no sence to me, 2 woman aliens now break into us and we are so scared. END.

Dream 3

I am a man and I have the same hair as Hugh Grant. ((floppy hair )) I am flirting with a woman and I really fancy her . I see myself in a mirror and I look just like a female Hugh Grant my hair is jet black. I think to myself "I'll get her, look at me I'm irresistible!" Lmfao .

He is after me and after a woman (i could see who she was).

Doctor Doom was also there, without the cape, only with the armor.


The internal walls of this scenario were like the walls of a church i know.

To escape from the Anvil monster i started to climb those walls. As i was climbing higher and higher, the anvil monster began to break the wall, in order for me to fall.

I ripped off a metal beam that was sustaining half of the wall and i threw the metal beam it onto the robot...he tried to grab the beam, but it was too heavy and the robot fell below the beam.

After some fighting, me and the woman managed to escape by eluding the robot into going in a different direction than us.

We open a huge door made of wood, and with ornamental spears. The doors had locks everywhere.
Doctor Doom was after us...the anvil robot came back, but this time it was after doctor doom, and he had to run from the robot, using a secret passage inside the church.

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Comments: This dream is part of an amount of dateless dreams between my 18 and my 22 years old

I am young than I look now and wearing a grey and red poncho. I am in some sort of museum or cultural center focusing on North American Aborigonal Societies. I am there to participate in a vision quest and arrive late in the afternoon to recieve instruction on what to do. I am told by some Elders that this vision quest is more like a savenger hunt because I have to obtain seven various items from safes that are hidden around the facility. The safes are locked with complex systems that require finding the right item to open them, and not all of the items are plain keys, which are also hidden from plain view.

I see that there are several other young people in the meeting room, some I know in real life and some I know in the dream. They have already completed their vision quests and are just visiting the facility. One of the coditions of the vision quest is that I must find and do everything alone and cannot ask for help from anyone. I go over and say hello to some of the people I know but many of them outright ignore me or are reluctant to talk to me.

Evening comes and many people leave but I want to stay as late as I can and get as much of my vision quest done as I can. I walk through the facility and looks along all the walls and corners for hidden safes. I find one but it is locked and I do not yet have the key to open it. At first I am closely observed by some Elders who follow me around and take notes on my progress and discuss it amoungst themselves, but I lose track of them at some point and left to explore on my own.

I find by self on the second floor of the building and come to an area that is open to the floors below and is crisscrossed with wooded suspention bridges. The only way to the other side is across the bridges and as I start to cross I notice two Tolkien inspired elves standing in the middle of one, observing my movements and loudly discussing me. One elf looks like Peter Jackson's version of Elrond and the other is a dark haired elf with a stern look on his face.

I cross the bridge and explore some of the rooms that have many indegenous artifacts on display and see two of my friends who are First Nations peoples. One of them I know completed their vision quest years before and the other says that he is just starting his, which confuses me because I thought I was the only one. It dawn on me that this is now a race because if he obstains the items before I do than I will obviously be unable to collect those items. I do not tell him that I am also on my vision quest. They move on and I continue searching the display cases until I find a gold token, which I hope can be used to open a safe.

Finding nothing more of unterest in the remaining rooms of that area I head back towards the wooden suspension bridges where the two elves are there and still watching me. They are having an argument about something and as I cross the bridge and walk past them, the Elrond looking elf grabs my arm, leans in and tells me tells me where to find the next safe and how to open it. I pull away, plug my ears and run because I am not supposed to recieve help from others and I don't want to get in trouble.

Back on the ground floor though I go straight to the safe he told me about but it will not open. Nearby in a potted plant I find another gold token. I wander around some more and find an arts and crafts room that has a safe sitting on a table. Down the hall from this room is a women's bathroom and another safe. The safe on the table contains a coin operated locking system but which I put my two gold coins in, they are immediately spit out. Ayoung boy working on a craft in the room tells me that I need three tokens to open that safe and the the item and key inside will open the safe down the hall.

Just then my friend who is also doing his vision quest walks in the room and inserts his three gold tokens into the safe which pops open and reveals a green jadestone medallion and another key. He then uses that key to open the safe down the hall and loudly declares that he has completed his vision quest. Several Elders and other people enter the room and congradulate him and they all walk out to celebrate somewhere. Just then the public announcment system plays a message that the facility is closing. I watch everyone in the building leave via the main exit, but I am crushed by my failure of the vision quest and I hide in a women's washroom that contains a lounge and cry.

I suddenly have a backpack with me and I open it and find several key chains with lots of keys on it, some stones and shells, a picture of my first cat and various other random crap that seems pointless and meaningless to me because they would not have helped me on my quest anyway. Many hours pass and a cleaning man discovers me sleeping in the bathroom and alerts security. A friendly brown haired security man wakes me up and offers to drive me home. We hop into is light blue 1956 Ford pickup and drive through the country. I don't talk to him because I am very despondant and depressed. We approach some train tracks and despite the warning lights that a train is coming the security man just keeps on driving. I fear that we will be hit by the train but cross just before it does and it misses the truck by just a few feet.

Morning of June 29, 1975. Sunday.



This dream started by finding myself walking through the parking lot and to the front entrance of my middle school in Florida. As is sometimes the case, I am clearly aware of the real-world time and day. This is in the morning. A classmate, Wayne H, is also on the premises and wandering around.

I “know” that I have to get my textbooks - but this is not a legitimate idea as I am moving on to high school and do not really need these other books. In my dream, I have the false memory of having left them in my locker (recurring), so I am presently prepared to go into the school on a Sunday morning to get them.

Unfortunately, the front doors are locked. After a time, I cause a key to float in the air and enter the lock. At the same time, though not lucid, I am aware that this is supposedly a symbolic metaphor for sexual intercourse. However, after a time, I question if this is because I have been reading dream dictionaries and that the lock is just a lock and the key is just a key and that dream symbols are often not symbols at all (as with literal precognition I have experienced all my life) even though, again, I am not directly aware that I am dreaming. I move the key into the lock after willing it out again and then “explode” the imagery into a fully detailed and labeled diagram that is sort of holographic. The different parts of the lock in the exploded view are labeled.

So here I am, spending a bit too much time on trying to work out which parts of the lock are equivalent to which parts of the female’s genitals. (This was during a time when a lot of other boys my age did not seem to know much about female anatomy, and thus there were “dirty jokes” I heard that made no sense including the “baby as submarine” one.) I look at it for awhile and decide the layout is not compatible with real female anatomy at all.

I go into the building and walk around in the empty maze-like halls and end up in a recurring and annoying dream scenario of trying to find my locker (I had a few different ones in reality and the middle school building was huge). I find a few with stacks of mangled books at the bottom, but they are not mine. This recurring scenario was precognitive when I was a maintenance worker at the college and had the job of cleaning out all the lockers and sometimes finding mangled books and men’s magazines in a very similar fashion as in these older dreams.

Eventually, I find a couple dream dictionaries in a locker, with missing sections (but more like a telephone book in overall appearance), with a picture of an ugly clown and balloons on the cover of one. Annoyed, I throw them at the concrete wall and slowly wake instead of instigating a more lucid dream level, which I then mentally “kick myself” over at the “lost opportunity”.