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My house was a combination of my present home, my childhood home, and my Grandparents Victorian home. My GF was with me, and I got the impression other people were around the house but early in the dream I didn't see them. The visuals were vibrant and realistic.

I asked my GF to wait for me in the attic for some reason. She had just taken a shower and agreed happily. I went into the bathroom after she got out, and I could hear her moving around the floor above me. (Hearing people through walls is a dream sign: Dream 005 & Blackbird Flying) I went down stairs, which led to a weird mix of my Grandparents Victorian and my childhood home. My Mom was down there in a ground level green sitting room. It had a small curtained window with blue dusk light spilling out around the edges of the curtain. She was day dreaming or deeply in thought. We had small talk for a while.

I decided not to keep my GF waiting any longer, I entered my middle bedroom which actually exists in my present house. Inside the closet, there was an extremely old looking pull down latter. I climbed up the latter about 10ft into a small square attic with four shelves. On the shelves were lots of stuffed animals and books. I felt confused. I saw no where else to go. (Recall gets hazy.) From behind me someplace came a woman I took to be one of my cousins, but, never got a clear look at her and didn't recognize her. She pointed out a black and white brochure that recorded the history of one of my ancestors who's books were stored in this attic. There were many unusual sounding books (none of which I recall the exact name of). I remember thinking, a few of these books I would like to "check out" of this library. (Recall gets hazy.)

After looking at the brochure, the space in the attic had opened up. There was a series of rooms situated on the beams in the attic precariously. None had walls, some "rooms" required a leap over weak "fall through" points between beams. There was a group of family members up there with me by this point. None who I recognized or recall clearly. I was fascinated by the familiar location , and the dangerous areas of the attic. (Recall gets hazy.) I looked out an attic window and the view was consistent with a view from the roof of my Grandparents Victorian home (which does have an attic). *I saw two brown hawks flying away. One of them was wearing a strange pendant. I was worried how I "lost" my girlfriend. I was still watching the Hawks fly away from an old looking house about attic height. I heard a voice attempting to reassure me:

"Do not worry about her. Many of your family members were abducted from this attic, and returned." -I woke up.

The attic dream location is olden. There is no accessible attic space in my present home, or any home I have lived in.

I'm extremely happy to have logged current dreams that are consistent in ways with my dreams from over 10-years ago. I was wondering if a lot of our old dream themes get retired. Some of my dreams from the late 90's clearly featured elements from early childhood, but my recent dreams didn't seem too. The other problem was, when I did get the sense I had dreamed of an older theme, for some reason those dreams were more difficult to remember. I would recall only a vague impression of a distorted home.

Likewise, part of my goals for mapping dreamland included using my home as a gateway to old dream locations and repressed dream memories. In 11-months of efforts, this dream is the first with vivid recollection of childhood dream archetypes. Although I've had dream fragments of secret passages and elevators leading to weird but familiar dream locations.

(*) Birds flying is becoming a nightly dream sign. It's resulted in levels of lucidity in repeated dreams.

Original Date: 12/10/10
Type: Ordinary - Non Lucid
Dream:
This started in a field with snow and frost and pumpkins. Some of the pumpkin stalks had been burned. I was with someone, a guy. He walked to the left and I continued to walk straight. I saw a rabbit with some gray on his nose, sitting on a stump. I went over to him, laying on my right side and put my hand out to let him smell it and he did. Then I was brave enough to touch and pet him. He darted away up a hill, and the grass was now green and visible. He came back and I pet him some more and he ran again, this time I followed him. Up the hill he had run to a house, one that I remembered, it was very old and no one lived there. There was a huge sunroom, with shining through the first and second floor screens. And off to the side was a door with a walkway leading to maybe the driveway. My boyfriend followed and I told him this was the perfect house. We looked at the sign and it said it was part of the pizza beside it. We went inside and then I was with my stepmom and my dad. I found an inlet with wooden walls and upon pressing the wall a door leading to the basement popped out, I showed my stepmom, then continued on in the house. We walked up the wide staircase, dad was ahead of us, and my bunny was back, he was on the stairs with dad. At the top there was a door and a hole in the banister where the stairs would continue going up but they just stopped and dropped off. The bunny just turned like he expected more stairs and fell down to the lower lever below, we chuckled. I darted past my dad on the stairs to go into the door first, inside was the attic and it was huge! There were 3 very large beds and stuff was scattered everywhere, the beds had bedding on them but were mismatched and not made. Then I realized that the steps were the only thing to lead to this, no other doors, so I went downstairs to search for other rooms. With my stepmom, we found another room, which I think was similar to a bedroom. The cool part was that there was an opening in the ceiling, that was like huge wide steps. Using my forearms, I hoisted myself up and realized this took us back to the attic. Then I was back downstairs and wanted to show my father the basement. When we went down it was pretty decent, not terrible old, a little messy. While down there for some reason my dad captured my bunny and submerged him in liquid to preserve and do tests on him. I was very upset, I saw my bunny's face staring back at me through the jar. Then my dad took him out and wanted to put another chemical on him. I was boiling mad! The poor rabbit had only about 4 hairs left on his body, he was blue and then he looked orange. At one point a thought had gone through my head to leave the bunny there as we walked out the door. And I felt very horrible for this, then I thought I never should have gone to pet him. I was very sad.

Notes:
This was sad, I felt like it was my fault and that I lost something precious, because it was a life. The house was familiar to me in some ways, maybe dreamt of it before.

Objective Context:
I discussed houses with a coworker. My boyfriend told me he wasn't ready to be married anytime soon. Work drama/stress. Still needing to study. I was telling boyfriend about my house pet spider Max.

Age of Dream Ego: 26

Associations to Dream Setting:
This was a familiar place to me, the house, I visited it before. The outside was relaxing and had great potential, but it was a neglected fixer upper house.

Feelings:
Happiness, discovery, reluctance, curiosity, excitement, disappointment, anger and loss.

I get into town and I am at my old house. I go downstairs and everything is mainly gone except for a chair and small TV that is in the corner. I am watching TV for a bit and my uncle comes down and says hi. He asks me what I got my brother for Christmas and I tell him nothing yet. He seems worried and tells me it is the 24th. I rush upstairs and go to find some clothes to wear out. When I look in my closet I notice I have many orange polo shirts. Wondering what these are I look at them and notice they are the orange country club employee polo shirt. I wonder how these got here and think of Steve. Suddenly Mark Hauth is in my room for no reason. I go into the kitchen to talk to mom and forget about buying presents. I talk to here about this experiment back and shoulder surgery I recently heard about. A major incision is made in the back and a strange device that pulsates every once in a while is fit around the incision with screws. The person uses something like a back scratcher to activate the device.

I get into town and I am at my old house. I go downstairs and everything is mainly gone except for a chair and small TV that is in the corner. I am watching TV for a bit and my uncle comes down and says hi. He asks me what I got my brother for Christmas and I tell him nothing yet. He seems worried and tells me it is the 24th. I rush upstairs and go to find some clothes to wear out. When I look in my closet I notice I have many orange polo shirts. Wondering what these are I look at them and notice they are the orange country club employee polo shirt. I wonder how these got here and think of Steve. Suddenly Mark Hauth is in my room for no reason. I go into the kitchen to talk to mom and forget about buying presents. I talk to here about this experiment back and shoulder surgery I recently heard about. A major incision is made in the back and a strange device that pulsates every once in a while is fit around the incision with screws. The person uses something like a back scratcher to activate the device.

My parents decide to move because our current house is too large and they can no longer afford it. We are in the car on our way to the new house and my mom is going on and on about how they have now found their dream house and I listen eagerly. When we pull up to the new house I realize that it is our old old house. The one we moved out of when I was 12. Are they joking? They couldn't seriously want to move back here, could they? I watch them start unloading things from the car. The moving truck is parked outside. Oh my god, they are serious. I start shouting frantically, about how little and ugly this house is and that I do not want to go back and live in my old tiny bedroom. I am utterly in shock that we are actually moving back here. We're moving backward through life. I want to cry.

I follow them inside the house and everything is just as I remember it. It's as though I never left. I wander through the house, feeling utterly depressed. Then I realize...wait...this can't be right. There is no way we could be moving back here. This must be a dream! But, I don't become lucid.

Instead, I spend the next five minutes having a discussion with my mom in the tv room of the very same house about a dream I had where her and dad decided to move back to our old old house. I explain this horrible dream to her, in vivid detail, for several minutes. Suddenly I see a large green bug on the carpet where I was laying down. My mom was sitting in the gray lazy boy chair. The bug jumps on me, is it praying mantis? I freak out and fling it away. I continue on with explaining the dream to my mom. But...wait...wait...a minute...

"We're still here...in the old house..." I pause and think, "which means, that this is a dream. It is. It must be!"

Mom looks at me questioningly.

"Here, I'll prove it to you." I walk over to the window, pull up the shade and open up the window. I climb onto the window ledge. Wow...deja vu. I think to myself that I have definitely jumped out of this window in a lucid dream before. But how could that be? I didn't start lucid dreaming until I was 18...right? Maybe I was just remembering a lucid dream I had years ago in which I had dreamed that I was lucid in my old old house. Yes, that makes much more sense. I jump out of the window, but it is nighttime and I have trouble flying. I make it to the ground safely. My mom jumps out of the window after me. She just falls and lands hard on the ground.

"You were supposed to fly," I tell her. We are both obviously disappointed and I can see that she is still not convinced it is a dream. "Here, try this," and I show her how to do the nose plug RC. She holds her nose closed and takes a deep breath. "Can you breathe?" I ask her. "Yes" she says, and I am finally satisfied in proving to her that this is a dream. "Look," I say, and direct her attention to a gorgeous city skyline at sunset that I had just created. She is astonished. "Let's go to the city!" I exclaim, and beginning running to get my speed up to fly. "Just fly. Watch me, watch how I do it..." I see her running behind me and the dream quickly fades.

I wake briefly and remain motionless. DEILD.



I reenter a lucid dream and find myself in a crowded mall with RP (though I kept calling him Cedric in this dream, Edward in the dream from a few days ago...btw why do I keep dreaming about him? I'm not a Twilight fangirl). We were running through the mall because we were being chased by a bunch of men. They were trying to take him away from me. We were clinging onto each other and these men kept grabbing him and I would pull him out of their clutches. At one point I lifted him into the air and was holding him high like a balloon so that the guys chasing me couldn't take him away. It was slightly ridiculous. I don't know why we were being chased, or why I couldn't fly, or make the men go away. It was frustrating to have so little control and I was truly battling with my subconscious. They were like secret service.

Eventually I made it out of the mall with Cedric. We stop to catch our breath outside, but I know that the men are close behind, so I encourage him to keep running. We run for several more minutes until I feel that we are safe. We find an empty house and head to the bedroom where we have sex for the first time, as if we're both virgins. Well, in the dream, we were. Except it was incredibly wonderful instead of awkward and unsatisfying. But the dream fades.

Wait. DEILD.

I'm back in bed with Cedric. The dream is there one second and gone the next. I cannot stop it from fading. I try again and fail.

Shit...I think to myself. My REM is spent. This REM period is over. I can always tell when this happens. Then I remind myself that I've read that people also dream in NREM, so I don't give up completely, and I try to continue the dream into NREM. I was successful for a while, but the dream quality was so incredibly poor and faded out. It just was not immersive or realistic and I realized that it wasn't worth the effort of fighting to stay conscious, so I let go.

Non-lucid Dream.

I'm in my grade school cafeteria and it is the end of the year banquet. The people there are all from high school though, not grade school. I look around in amazement and wonder what the hell all these people are doing here. These are people that are in college now, or out of college and have families. Why the hell are they sitting through this boring school banquet!? I interrupt the principal and ask why we need to be here, amongst a few other things.

"Well," she begins, "first of all I don't know why I am having to answer a two part question..."

"Would you like me to rephrase the question?" I ask derisively. I look around. People are giving me evil looks, and no one looks amused. "What is wrong with you people?" I shout, and then take my seat and sulk for a bit. Then I get up and walk to the back of the cafeteria to find out what sort of food they are cooking. My mom is there, working as a lunch lady. But it's my mom from like 20 years ago when she was a lot heavier. Her boobs are enormous and she's wearing a sweatshirt that says Notre Dame on the back. It said something on the front too but I can't remember. What I do remember though is that all my friends for some reason like her more than they like me. I'm not happy with the entire situation and decide that I'm going to leave. The dream ends soon after.

1. A hotel where half of the guests act as butlers for the other guests.

2. A swimming pool full of confetti launchers that activate when you step on them.

3. Trying to put on stage makeup in the basement of the house in my old-old town.

4. Going to summer camp.

5. A bunch of girls invite me to a "het slumber party" on the stage of the gym in my old high school. Basically, everyone is supposed to sleep in a giant dogpile and prove their straightness by having no physical reactions to doing so. When I get into the dogpile, my pulse starts racing and I start to feel an *ahem* disturbance in the southern regions. To avoid suspicion, I pretend to be sleeping as heavily as the rest of them, but they still catch on and throw me out.

6. A crumbling old hotel.

7. I'm playing some sort of Mario Kart/F-Zero mashup game, and I win every race except the last one, where I come in second.

This is My first Dream journal, so Hang with me as it may not be written perfectly.

My Dream starts off with me running into a theme park, with the gate being that like the one at a beach near my house.
Once through the gate, I hear cops start to turn on their sirens and then start to chase me, as I zigzag through the them park I forget everything else and then notice myself back at my old house.
From there the few friends with me and Myself soon realize that we have all become werewolves, yet we do not need the moon to turn. So we play around and a bit, and the next thing i know is one of my friends has transformed from a werewolf to a dinosaur with a huge mouth and alot of teeth. He then tries to eat me, with no avail because us being werewolf are strong enough to hold him back. Bad news though, we all of a sudden get bit by a bug, which we realize is the anti were wolf bug which then slowly but surely makes us transform into a normal werewolf, one which can only turn on a night of the full moon. This means a sure death to use because the dinosaur friend will have us for dinner. As soon as i reach that thought, everything changes, no more werewolves, no more dinosaur, just me, My friend Matt, and another friend. Then i feel an urge to look at my back window and there is a man standing there, staring at me. It makes me feel very uncomfortable and i soon realize he should not be hear, he disappears, but my friends and i run to the front door to see he is in that window laughing, my Friend Matt in the dream then looks at me with a petered look on his face which scares the life out of me. We open the door to find this man yet to only be surrounded by 100 of him laughing at us. I then wake up.

I have been trying to figure out what this man in my dream is, weather he is a symbol for something, another dreamer, or just my imagination being scary.

All input is Welcome =)

[my recall is like, all over the place, so I don't know how accurate everything will be, in-order wise.]

Pterodactyl
7/26/2010


Another dream where I am not really myself. First I see a classroom that only has 6 children in it and 1 teacher. Each child had a twin. They start talking about dinosaurs. Now, in first person view, I'm a pterodactyl and I'm flying very high in the air. I swoop down and start eating these buildings, that to me were very tiny, but that was because I was a large dinosaur. The buildings were a pale yellow, and seemed like they were made of legos.


Other stuff
I was in my grandmothers backyard[FL] sitting on the steps with my sister. We start smoking a joint.
In NC at a relatives house, mother is there but its not really my mother, cousin Tabitha is there but it's not really her.
Being in my old house upstairs in the little extra room. Opening up the roof all the way until the roof isn't there anymore.
At some house, swimming in the pool with my brother. Some kid is acting like a little asshole towards my brother so I say something about it. I get out of the pool and walk inside the house.

DREAMNONDREAMLUCIDSCENEDESCRIPTION

Well, in this dream I am at my old house . I am in my house. My mom was tellin me and my sister that we should go to our neighbor's house (who is our neighbor at our current house. We USED to kinda be friends) because she is inviting some of her friends over to swim...in a kiddy pool. Well, maybe like a small intex type of pool . Well, I saw in my mind the pool and some 10 year olds in it. Maybe 12. My sister seemed to want to go, but I definitly didn't want to! I'm 16. I don't want to go swimming in a kiddy pool!

Now the scene changed. I am in front of my old old house, but the yard seemed to be a mixture of my old old houses and the house I live in now. Too big for my old old house, too small for the house I live in now. I saw a small garden with corn. It was a LONG type of garden. The corn wasn't very high I noticed, and didn't look too nice...But, it was high enough that I'd be able to tell that it is corn. One part of the corn was cut out so we could plant SOMETHING else.

Oh nameless disembodied spirit of hate and rage. Does this demon exist within me? What is this entity that terrifies and tortures me so. Formless. Shapeless. There are no words that can describe such a thing. Is this what evil means? Something born into this world out of rage and hatred, which exists only as a shapeless shadow, blacker than any black existing in the realm of reality. Something from which no light returns...a black hole. Sucking you in...devouring...your soul. Can such a thing truly exist within me?

Recently I have been having recurring dreams about my old house, and more importantly, my old bedroom which, in these dreams, is violently haunted. These dreams have been getting worse, I have absolutely no idea what is causing them, but I have never felt terror like this before. Even in my worst nightmares. I have never encountered something so purely evil and unable to escape from, even when lucid.

I lived in this house from the age of thirteen, up until we moved about 5 years ago. I had been dreaming that my old bedroom was haunted for awhile, but only recently have the dreams turned into full fledge nightmares. The following are three (out of many) such nightmares I have had recently involving this haunted room.

My bedroom was empty, everything had been placed into the moving truck, and I go back down to my bedroom to get the last few things. I walk to my bedroom, which is in the basement, and just as I get to the open door...it slams shut in my face with such an intense force that I stumble backwards. I think to myself, that it is haunted, and that there is something very evil in there. But I need to get my stuff, and I don't want to be afraid. I think it is best to master my fear and enter the bedroom. When I go in, it is completely empty, just bare wood floors. I get to the center of the room and the bedroom door slams shut behind me. It is so loud that I am already very terrified because I know that something is very angry. I turn around to look towards the door and I see a shadowy blackness...immediately I am filled with terror. I can sense that this thing is pure evil. It screams...the loudest...most horrifying demonic moan and I make a run for the door. I am knocked down by some invisible force, the shadow still shrieking in my ear and echoing so loudly through the empty room. The closet doors are slamming closed over and over, the windows shatter, the ceiling fan is rocking about wildly above my head. I start screaming. I tell myself it's just a dream, and that I can't be here, because I have a new bedroom now. So I desperately try to think about my new bedroom, so that I can wake up from this nightmare. But I cannot remember where I am sleeping. I am semi-lucid throughout this whole experience, but I am unable to fight this evilness and terror that I am filled with. I eventually make it to the door but it won't open. I keep trying and eventually I get out and slam the door behind me. It stays shut and I run for my life.

I am in my old bedroom alone. It's empty. I know that I couldn't be there and become lucid. But despite the lucidity I am not overjoyed, and surprised to find myself in that bedroom. I feel the darkness closing in around me. "No." I say to myself, and try to will it to go away. But it persists. This is not a thing I have any amount of control over. I try to think of different ways to expel the evil from this room, but I am suddenly being pulled towards it, as if by a rope coming out of my stomach. There is a tugging sensation and I cannot fight it...it is not physical...it is spiritual. I feel myself separate from my body and float into the blackness. I am completely overcome with the darkness and feel myself become filled with that same rage, that evilness, that hate...and everything goes black. I wake up crying.

In my dream last night I found myself in my old house, in the basement, which is a common place for me to be in dreams. I walk over to my bedroom, completely forgetting that I had sworn never ever to go back there. Forgetting that it was inhabited by the most evil demonic spirit hell bent on torturing me. I open the door and immediately it slams back shut, but it slams on my fingers. Four fingers of my right hand are caught in the door. It all comes flooding back to me, the evilness that exists in there. I become terrified. I'm pulling my hand as hard as I can but I can't get it out. The door won't budge. It's only a matter of time before the evilness opens the door and sucks me in, and then I will be trapped in there again with it. I am absolutely panicked. I consider cutting my hand off, but I don't have a knife. I pull so hard that my fingers start to rip off. The door opens and I fall backwards. Hovering in the doorway is the darkness. I get up and run as fast as I can. But the evil pulls at me like a magnet. It pulls at my spirit, my soul. I feel myself start to get disconnected from my body...because my body continues to run away. I focus on staying inside myself, and get up the stairs. I find a bottle of holy water and spray it everywhere. I dump it out forming a circle around me. My little dog is near my feet. I grab him and toss him into the empty bedroom beside me, hoping to keep him safe. Then I see...something...crawling it's way to the top of the stairs. She looks like the little girl from the Exorcist. I knew this wasn't the evilness, it was just something that manifested out of it. Like a side effect. This girl did not frighten me even though she looked very scary. But after that evil, it would take much more to frighten me. She tries to attack me but I grab her and shake her and I shout things that I cannot remember. Like, "look what you've done. Look what you've become. Now everyone can see the real you. Now you look on the outside how you are in the inside." I don't know what I was yelling or why. Then I threw her from me and she crumpled into a heap and took on the appearance of an angler fish. Demonic eyes and huge sharp teeth, amidst a black mass of clothing and tangled hair. It looked dead. I knew the evil was still in the house, in my room, so I left the house.