Morning of March 7, 2017. Tuesday. My family and I as we are now are at the Loomis Street house, though others are there, including my brother Dennis (older half-brother on my mother’s side) and Crystal (Zsuzsanna’s younger half-sister on her mother’s side). There is also one unknown female. At one point, the unknown female makes a comment about wanting to be friends with someone with a “spark of Irish”. I make a comment about “a drip of Irish”, which seems to be risqué. I have a few books with thin cardboard pages that seem related to foldout setups with cutouts though I am not sure of their exact nature or whether they are related to a game or are just for display. They all seem to have a girl as the main character. One of the last ones I notice is “Alice in Wonderland”. Still, there seems to be another one that possibly belongs to someone else. It has cooking as a theme. There is a (overhead view) frying pan cutout and another cutout that represents food (frontal view) that stands vertically on the first by using a tab and slot. Additionally, this goes onto a page displaying an overhead view of a stove element, also by use of a tab and slot. There is something mentioned by the female about something sharp being found in a new container of yogurt after I incorrectly remember that food poisoning was mentioned in the news. The unknown female seems sad about something and seems to consider herself as being out of place. I “remember” that there is a time-traveling military group that is presently operating from the shed (in the Loomis Street backyard). I go out and there are three unknown people, two female and one older male. The male is in charge of everything. He goes up to the unknown female from the house and asks her if she can “climb a ladder”, with additional questions about the military and whether she can cope. She seems hesitant and the male, who is a general, loses patience. I go back into the house and the unknown female follows. Crystal is sitting in the armchair next to the telephone. She seems to be in somewhat of an aggressive or defensive mood. I catch myself (though more as pretense of the kind expressed in instinctual dreaming) saying something about “depending on what year they are going to” so that others in the room can “overhear” and perhaps catch on that they are supposed to be time travelers. The unknown female leaves the house through the front door. (There is also something later mentioned absentmindedly by me about the military group originally being from the distant past but going to the distant future.) I see Dennis and he seems to be only in his early thirties. He is wearing an army trench coat. I absentmindedly pull at the front and all the buttons come undone. I then apologize. He buttons up his coat again. I ask him if he wants to be part of the military and he says “no” and mentions something about Korea and Iraq. I tell him that he still might be interested in joining this group. We go out to the backyard. I look around for the time travelers. We see an unfamiliar unusual-looking young boy in thick black glasses as he is looking around near the south fence. He does not look in our direction. “Oh, that’s not her,” I say, referring to one of the females with the military team. We go out near the alley. Suddenly, there is a very loud roaring sound, like a wild animal. It is continuous and growing louder and closer from the south. I am thinking that it is probably a tyrannosaurus that is loose in the neighborhood and that it will likely find us and perhaps eat us if it turns its head easterly and sees us. There seems to be no time to run. Dennis and I just stand where we are. (Dennis is to my right, north of me, but somewhat closer to the alley.) A large woolly mammoth charges by, up the alley, heading north. It keeps going and is no threat but continues to roar as it passes. Dennis stands where he is and regards it casually, with mild interest. I notice a bright glow inside the shed, visible through the window from several feet. My youngest son also sees it and runs out toward the building. I am thinking that it is the three time travelers who are now leaving, activating some sort of machine. As this is a very long dream, I am only including obvious (real-time) symbolism. The unknown female potentially climbing a ladder is an association with Zsuzsanna waking up from sleep. The absentminded unbuttoning of the coat is typical of instinctual dreaming and relates to uncovering the nature of the preconscious as well as preparing to come out from under the bed sheet, though the consciousness transitions were extended here. The mammoth is the form of my unconscious “leaving” the dream setting. The glowing light is the emerging conscious self identity, analogous to sunrise. The notion of time travel validates non-lucid dream control.
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Edward came to visit us in mammoth, but I remember him seeming really off, and a bit awkward, like there was tension between us, but I'm not sure why.
12-15-2012 -- This one started in a large house, though I'm not sure it matched up with any real life houses. I had a room set up near the front of the house, and there were lots of other rooms here, as well. Hints of some of the big BM houses from other dreams. I'm watching TV or playing games or something, but then end up walking further back into the house. I am walking down a hallway where in past dreams BM had a bedroom and bathroom. This time there is no sign of her, but there are several attractive young ladies, late teens to early 20s, who have bedrooms here. It is the middle of the night, but for some reason most of their doors are open while they either entertain guys, or are just sleeping completely in the nude. I think several of them are girls I can remember from high school. I'm looking at one sleeping girl, and thinking about just climbing into bed with her and going at it. Suddenly it is a couple of hours later, and I did it. We had a great time, I enjoyed myself, she enjoyed herself, but it's all over, the dream skipped it, and I didn't have the chance to actually experience it. Le sigh. Its now the next day, getting on to evening, and I am remembering this, and thinking about heading down that hall and doing it again, when some girl enters my room. She starts to pull the sheet off my bed, and says it was put on there by mistake. I allow her to remove it, because she is cute. Next thing I know, Rosemary is there, telling me I am going to be charged for the sheet. I ask what about charging the girl who took it for the sheet, but it's not important, and I don't really care. There might have been an actual reasonable transition, but if so, I can't remember it. The next thing I am aware of, I am on a road somewhere, standing in front of a big rig which is slowly moving. It is pushing me along down the road, fairly slowly, but gently speeding up. Moment by moment I am more and more in control of the thing, kind of steering it by way of the large set of bull horns mounted on the front of the cab. I'm slowly and carefully making my way to the side of the cab, grabbing on to the mirror both to continue to help steer, and to have a handhold from which to try and swing myself up into the cab and the regular seat. Problem is, it is getting kind of spooky as the road we're on is a very steep mountain road, very narrow, with a mountain rising up on one side, and a cliff dropping off the other. Somehow the process of moving to the side of the vehicle and trying to climb in is making the truck waiver a bit, and its kind of nerve-wracking. I half-succeed in climbing in, and half just decide to wait a little while for a safer area. Soon I find myself inside the cab, driving along with the old guy who has taken me on as a sort of apprentice and is teaching me to drive a truck, among other things. He explains he has gotten me a sort of learners permit, so this is all legal. He also says we're coming up to a turnoff kind of area. The mountain area we're driving through seems very familiar, and there is a slight feel of caves and things, maybe a hint of Mammoth, though if so, it vanishes quickly. Soon I've taken this turn-off, and I find myself driving through narrow streets of a small mountain town that somehow kind of reminds me of the version of Hogsmead at Universal's Islands of Adventure, though in the dream it was just a small town with narrow streets. There are lots of people running around, and my brakes aren't working too well, so I kind of end up pushing them around a little bit, almost like I was being pushed a few minutes ago. Nobody is hurt, no real harm done, but I wonder why people are so stupid as to not get out of the way. As I finally get the truck stopped, I recognize the area I have come to. It is the ski resort area I visited with the church, back when I was a teen, the one with two rooms, one for the females on the left, one for the males on the right. Problem is, the room for the males was old and beat up, and the roof fell in, so we had to evacuate, and were forced to stay in a tent, instead. For some reason there was a shopping cart in the middle of it. [We did take one ski trip as a youth group in our church, which formed the basis of this dream, though instead of some beat up hotel type place, in real life it was a very nice cabin that Gary Walker got us. This led to an entire category of frequent dreams about the ski trip. As I have gotten older, the dreams have become less and less frequent. The particular scene I am remembering here, of the collapsed room and being forced to stay in a tent was actually a dream from probably five to ten years ago. The second dream, relating back to the first dream that will be mentioned in a minute was probably something dreamed one to two years ago.] For once it is summer, instead of winter when I find myself here, but I still walk into the hotel. It seems the beat up room where the guys were supposed to stay was torn down completely, and I can remember another visit a couple of years ago when I ended up talking to somebody working in the place who was a son or nephew or something of the people who had been working here when I was visiting as a teen. Turned out he wasn't, but he knew them, and had heard a tiny bit of when the room had collapsed. Anyway, I decide to try and talk to them again on this trip, and enter the hotel. I try to talk to one person who I think might be the person I talked to last time, but he's busy and doesn't have the time to talk. The other person turns out to be the teen I talked to four or five years ago, but he is still a teen, which is why I didn't think it was him. As we're talking, some punks come in and are making fun of my hat. I am wearing a ball cap which is advertising some sort of great big bore hole in the area, and they think it is kind of dumb. I have also asked about directions getting back to town, and they are telling me to just take the turnpike and it'll only be a few miles back to town. [Kind of odd as the ski trip was in California, as would be any mountains with the cliff-side switch-back style roads I was driving on, but the turnpike is in Florida, and I am kind of realizing the town I am in, though a mountain, is about where the turnpike merges into I-75. Very screwy geography.] I just start to exit the building, when there is a hint of a lion laying down in a field, and I remember I sat down my gun. So I walk back into the hotel to pick up both my gun and my shovel. As I start to exit again, I hold them to my side, trying to kind of hide them. There are several large, gray elephants standing in the field, and though I try to hide my gun, they see it and kind of stampede away. I am walking down the street, approaching a closed up saloon that the guy I'm apprenticed to is looking at. The place has a name of Morrisey's or Morrison's or something like that, and I find myself looking at a sort of tube of shot glasses that somehow look very much like shotgun shells, buried in the ground. I am pulling a couple out to look at them. The old guy is wondering what happened to the place, and why it isn't in business, anymore, and I find myself telling him a story I find myself remembering that seems like it comes from another old dream. [No idea if this one is a real dream, or just something created in this dream.] Anyway, I am explaining how there was supposed to be a big chain of these bars throughout the area, with the original in another small town further up the mountain, but there were some funding complications and lawsuits and the like. This one was trying to get the right to open, but they could never conclude the deal, so while it was fully built, it was never opened. There was another one in another close town that opened, but was soon forced to close again.
06.16.2012Anal Cakes (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The title may create some preconceptions, but wow, these cakes were actually pretty damn good. It's not what you think it is.... I'm inside a store, and I'm going to the junk food aisle basically, and take the time to look around for something good to buy. I see this pack of "Anal Cakes" in a box, kind of like the Zebra Cakes in waking life. I'm kind of bothered by the name of this brand, so i decided to just grab the box, open it, and take a bite out of it. Holy freaking hell, THIS THING TASTES AWESOME!!!!!!! I take another small cake, eat it, savoring its sweet and delectable taste. I eat so much that I eventually feel a little guilty, and my taste buds are already used to the taste, so I guess it's already used to it by now. Now I'm starting to taste a little bit of the salt now that the sweetness was ignored. I see my mother come up to me, and I showed her these Anal cakes, and asked her if she wants to try some. I can't remember what she tells me though. _________________________06.16.2012Canine Police Dogs (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm walking outside, seems the weather is okay, not too hot or cot, just a little windy...perfect. I'm walking with someone, and I then I asked them how come "Sheh" didn't show up. (I'll just call him "Sheh" because I don't want to state his full name in waking life). I answer my own question when I realized that he's taking a trip to Florida, which he actually is still on the route to, or he's probably already there in waking life. I turn to the right and continue walking, and by this point, I can't tell if someone is walking with me anymore, and I don't recall even looking at them at all. There's some police guy with a huge canine dog, and he has a good grip on the dog. It seems he's showing the dog where to go to get some people dealing with drugs I believe. He lets go of the dog, and it charges into the house on my right side. All I could hear was some guy mildly screaming, the dog probably severely injured him, or maybe even killed him. Not too sure. That's all i remember for that one._________________________06.16.2012Following Jinx (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I don't remember much of this because this....probably because I remembered so much from the dream below me. But this dream was probably the first part to it though. I remember following Jinx from Teen Titans, and it seems we're doing some kind of robbery together...well isn't that cute... She has another companion who decides to go another route, probably to make some kind of flank formation. The same companion looks like Mammoth from the H.I.V.E. academy in the series as well. I decided that I should follow him, but he quickly turns around to tell me that I should follow Jinx instead. I comply and follow Jinx and that's all I remember._________________________06.16.2012Code Lyoko Group and Presentation (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I have a feeling this a continuation of the dream I had where I'm with Jinx from Teen Titans. And this is one of those dreams where I could probably distract myself from waking life, and still be able to retain some pretty good imagery of major scenes, which is normal for me....I think I take this for granted sometimes, but I know I can do better with recall. It feels like High School all over again lol, at least until the dream was almost coming to a close. Anyway, I'm walking down the hallway with Ulrich from Code Lyoko. Apparently, we have these gray container to carry around to go to the lecture class. The flooring is white, the walls are either white are gray, and the doors and double doors are mostly gray with some kind of white opaque material for the small windows on them. The lighting is somewhat decent, still dimming in and out a occasionally, but nothing too bothersome. (It isn't like the schooling in France that the series (Code Lyoko) is supposed to be based on...like middle school-high school kind of thing) We try to move the container with a type of dolly machine, but it keeps coming off. After a few tries, I get on top of the dolly machine and hold the container in place, while using my left leg on the ground to push off and accelerate the whole thing. Ulrich is helping me a little bit too, but I'm not paying too much attention on whether or not he's helping me. We almost get to a dead-end, and I turn to Ulrich and ask where we have to go, he gets his right arm, and points to the right to a gray double door. Oh. We go in, and I take a moment to absorb all that there is in this class (more like 5 seconds lol). There's quite a lot of people here, and I couldn't find anyone who looks like a replica of people I've seen and/or known in waking life. Hmmm... You have to go to this slope going downwards in order to get to the front of the class, and it seems that me and Ulrich came in at the right time, seeing as Jeremy and I think even Yumi were waiting for us. The professor tells the class that it's now time for the group to present, and he just happens to say my name along with someone else in the group, can't remember who, probably Ulrich of Jeremy. Dream shifts, and I'm sitting behind the lecturer's desk, I believe our group is up next, but we continue listening to whoever it is that is talking, can't remember who though. So much for being the ones to present when I came into class...oh well, more time to recollect my thoughts! Probably just one group that's making closing statements with their group project. While we're listening, I look around, and then I feel a little confident that I can pull off what I'm going to say for the group presentation. Then I fold my legs by putting my left leg over to my right leg, while still sitting on the edge of something, probably the container that I still don't know what's in it. It's finally our turn, and then I realized, CRAP, I NEED MY FLASH CARDS!!! I find that they're in front of me, and I grab them quickly and scan over on things I have to say. I see some elements of the Biology class I took my second semester as a freshmen at my university, and I'm sure that there would've been some Biochemistry tidbits on Eldepryl, seeing as I did a presentation in waking life on the same drug for patients with Parkinson's disease. One flash card that stood out was the one that said "A C P" going down on the left side. "Armadyl Chest Plate" (yes I used a Runescape item as a reference loooooool) was the little Mnemonic I would use for one Biology Lab Quiz to remember the types of coelomates and other things. I get up, along with my group, though I'm more fixed on making sure I do well rather than the other members in the group. I guess that's better than worrying if one person is going to do well, which could just ruin my overall performance. As I'm going to speak, dream shifts again. I believe I'm sitting down in one of the rows of seats on the downward slope in the room, and it seems someone is passing out some worksheets, or exams....something that was graded, I think? There was one Asian guy with glasses who received his worksheet, and I peeked over to see what it was about. The guy only answered one question, at least on the front page of the worksheet that probably had 2-3 more pages. Honestly the dream shift above I mentioned, I'm not exactly sure WHEN it happened in this dream, I just know it happened IN this dream because the environment and everything were almost exactly the same. Dark blue seats, all that stuff. Dream shifts again. Then this weird part comes up in the dream, it's like a small video clip playing inside my mind. There's these group of random people outdoors in some kind of small forest, and the ground looks like mulched dirt or something of the sort. These people are in a formation where they do something in unison, like waving their hands up and down. They do some other random stuff that I can't remember too well, and the little clip inside my head finally ends. When I regain consciousness that I'm in a lecture room, our presentation is done, and it seems everything went okay when I was blank too! Either my subconscious played that random video to take control of my words at the time, or maybe the dream was that random, though I doubt the latter is a reasonable excuse for me to go blank. Anyway, seems we're the last group to present as well, and the professor says we can all go. This feels like High School, but elements of college is in here, like the fairly large lecture room and all that. Everyone starts cheering with so much enthusiasm, guess it must be the last day for school to start off some holiday or something. I get ready to follow the large group of people running to get out of the building and have some fun with their lives, but then I stopped to look for a back pack. Hmmm.... Wonder why I would be looking for a back pack...I would like to go and interpret this brief moment I took to stop and find a backpack to assume that it's probably the dream girlfriend Kaomea said one guy that looked like me had, but nahhhhh, it's probably not. I find a backpack on the floor, and assume it's mine, and since there was no one else around behind the table, I guess it had to be mine. The only thing that couldn't have made it mine was that the person who left was so excited that they forgot their backpack.....but it's a dream, so whatever. There's still people going out to leave the building, and I let the act of conformity guide me through this. I see Jinx again, and it seems Cyborg from Teen Titans as well is running after her. It seems he wants to apologize to her about something, seeing as the expression on her face portrays that she still hasn't finished sulking. Cyborg stops and lets her run, which convinces me to run after her. I wanted to turn around and look back at Cyborg and give him that look that said, "What's wrong with you bro? You made her sad," but I just kept focused on following Jinx. I don't know why I'm following her though. I keep chasing after her, and when we get to these sets of glass double doors, the whole row of double doors gets lock. Jinx barely managed to get pass this before it happened. Then I see some kind of police squad in all blue outfits get closer the doors. What is this, some kind of retaliation for people who just want to get out of the building already? Weird....... I don't take any time for this police squad to affect me, they could deal with the other people there standing there like idiots for all I care. I turn to the left, and dash for the next door, and as I get closer to it, a set of bars slam down as well. Crap....I had the feeling that if that locked down, others would lock down as well, but I still kept trying by finding more ways to get out. I look around frantically, and see one door that isn't completely shut. It has some kind of doorstop to keep it open, and I quickly go through it, finally....half-way out the building lol. I hear some girls talking, I have a feeling they're following where I'm going since I seem to be picking some lucky paths. The sounded like cheerleaders or something, because one of them was worried and said that they won't be able to make it to some kind of recital or something like that. As I'm passively listening to the girls that are probably still running with me, (I didn't turn back to see who they are though), I find some weird exit that went upwards in a zig-zag motion. The flooring for this path was dark brown, and it felt like a decent and abnormal route to go to. Things are going alright as I'm heading to the path, and we're completely out of the building now. Then things start getting random, like one of the girls ran faster than me, turned around while running backwards even (or maybe she was just levitating, not sure), and I think she was singing a country song. Then as I'm still running, the country song is being played out, not sure if it's an actual one in waking life, or just a mash of them. I stop, and I see a bunch of girls running. I don't think they're chasing me though, they look like they're hungry. There's this mini-fast food that I remembered that was in front of me before I turned around to see the group of females running like crazy. I find myself under some kind of container while the women were running, and it seemed they were vomiting where I'm at as well.....-____- I find myself back on the surface, fortunately not anywhere on the area with vomit, and go into the mini-fast food. Seems the only thing the employee/owner cooks there are eggs sunny side up or scrambled. I told him, "Good thing I decided to wait things out." I don't know what I said that, but maybe it's because the women that were vomiting probably ate the eggs too fast that it caused horrible stomach problems to make them puke. Not sure how that works out if they're going into the store and not coming out, that's dream logic for you. The owner/employee responds with some generic statement. Then a random person comes in and says what I said about how it's a good thing he decided to wait it out. The owner/employee says the same generic statement to him as well. I just stand there.... What the hell just happened.....this is a very awkward ending to dream that could've been more dramatic. _________________________06.16.2012Dream Journal Comments (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Lol, a dream about dream journals, HA, that's rare. I made a Dream Journal post, and had a few comments on there, but I didn't know what the dreams were overall. The comments were mostly related to how I shouldn't have let myself down for trying to trust someone. Some people I remember making a post were khh, darknightedlady, and even Hyu. O.O I can't remember their exact comments but they were all geared towards some female that I decided to trust. Hyu's comment was really inspiring, it made me feel better about myself, sucks that I don't know what it was though. :/ Then OldSparta likes a dream I had, but I don't remember which one lol.
I was standing outside on my mom's porch. My mom was with me. We were trying to get to our neighbor's house across the street, so that we could take shelter there. Something bad was coming, she told me. I just didn't know what it was. It was dark outside. Nearly pitch black. There were a lot of people running around in the street, trying to get away from something. I walked down to the steps, and just as soon as I got to the last one, a big, brown mammoth ran right in front of me. "What the!?" I shouted. My mom came down next to me. "We have to avoid them. Hurry, run as fast as you can so you don't get trampled." I nodded. "Okay, go!" I yelled. We both ran at the same time, nearly colliding with another mammoth in the same spot. There was a lot of roaring and shouting, so I could barely here my mother when she said: "Maneuver!" I zigzagged past everyone, giving me an advantage so I wouldn't get "hit" first. Almost to the other side of the street, my head was almost impaled by another mammoth. Now there were about 5 running towards us from the side. Then I woke up.
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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