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Non-lucid – Notes – lucid – Interpretation – wake/dream visuals/visions

2018-12-11 Biblical surgery and alien eviction leads through death to a search for stronger communication with my stomach, realised through talking to a white horse/camel.

This entry will be written in Danish as I intend to use it in therapy.

Drømmen starter med at jeg ser et opslag på Facebook. Dette er et som Casper Møller har delt og er et billede og en tekst af 1:1 revelations (kan ikke huske navnet) med en mand der ligger på en mellemting mellem en sarkofag og et operationsbord. Det har en meget stærkt tema om Lucifer, hans fald og periodiske genopstandelse før Jesus vender tilbage. Billedet er også en video og jeg klikker på den og en stemme går i gang med at læse teksten op.

Mens teksten læses op suges jeg ind I scenariet. Jeg bliver til en dæmonisk skikkelse, der ligner en klassisk grå alien fra diverse film. Det er mig der opererer på manden der ligger på bordet. Der er en forholdsvis ondskabsfuld stemning, som dog skifter I løbet af forløbet. På en eller anden måde stopper den her alien/jeg op og får ændret situationen og gennemfører ikke operationen. Faktisk kommer en anden alien ind I billedet og ser ud til at glæde sig til at deltage, men den første begynder at slå sig selv I stykker og på grund af et eller andet han har lavet på operationsbordet betyder det at den nye tilkommer også begynder at gå I stykker.

Dette får dem begge til at flygte. De flygter ud af lange og smukke gange, der er rødlige og har et royalt udseende, og mens de flygter ses der billeder af maget muskuløse mænd og kentauere der bliver vækket – på en eller anden måde med fornyet gejst på grund af rumvæsnernes flugt – og jager rumvæsnerne ud.

Scenariet skifter hurtigt til at se paladset udenfor. Det virker til at finde sted på en anden planet, men det er lyst og det ser meget æstetisk og majestætisk ud. Ud fra det sted hvor den lange gang ville være kommer nu et gylden sfærisk fartøj, som er rumvæsnernes. Det beskyder byen under det med nogle gyldne laser stråler, men besvares så rigeligt af byens blå laser stråler og forsvinder til sidst.

Der skippes.

Jeg ligger udenfor ved en svømmepøl, jeg ved blot at jeg ligger og der er en fornemmelse af at ting “stopper”. Dette finder sted et par gange. Vejret er grålig og det virker til at det trækker op til regn, selvom det har en sydlandsk feriestemning over sig. Der sidder fire mennesker foran mig, hvor en af dem er min mor. Muligvis min kusine, min far og en fjerde ubekendt. Min mor fortæller.

“Nåh, han er i gang med hans døds-process” og insinuerer at det bare skal have lov til at fortsætte.

Jeg er meget forvirret hver gang jeg vågner og det er svært helt at beskrive hvad der sker. Min bevidsthed fortætter ligesom og jeg føler mig stadig som mig selv, men det er som om der er noget der stopper og som om at det hele stivner til og jeg falder ind I mig selv.

Da det er ved at være overstået vender min mor sig imod mig og krammer mig, på en kvælende og klam måde, som gør at jeg bliver nødt til at skubbe hende væk. Hun spørger mig: “Du gennemgik din døds-process, det var meget spændende, hvor mange gange døde du?” hvortil jeg svarer “Det ved jeg ikke helt, måske 3-5”.

Da jeg svarer dette er vi nu indenfor I et hotel, med et meget ru gulv med små sten der har en gummiagtig karakter at gå på. Det hele er meget blåligt og jeg siger. “Jeg ved ikke helt hvor jeg er, det er enormt forvirrende det hele, det eneste jeg kan se er at jeg er I et blåt hotel, jeg aner ikke hvorfor eller hvor lang tid vi har været her.” Jeg kan ikke huske om min mor rent faktisk spørger mig om jeg kan huske mit værelsesnummer, men jeg siger I hvert fald “jeg bor på værelse 422”, hvortil min søster og mor griner en smule og en af dem siger: “Nej du bor på værelse 527”.

Jeg føler mig ikke stødt over deres latter, men finder en trappe jeg kan gå op af der kan tage mig til mit værelse. Den første trappe går ikke højt nok op, mens den anden faktisk går højt nok op og også indikerer at mit værelse ligger lige rundt om hjørnet. Problemet er blot at der er en glasplade der fungerer som et bord lige overfor trappen I hjørnet der blokkerer, eller I det mindste gør det enormt besværligt og måske endda lidt farligt, min vej. Endvidere når jeg kigger hen til venstre I retningen af mit værelse kan jeg se at vejen er spæret af en glasdør og bagved dem står der nogle lamper der indikerer at den vej er brugt som et hyggehjørne og vil gøre det hele endnu mere besværligt. Så jeg vælger i stedet at gå ned igen.

Jeg går udenfor og har min madras med som jeg normalt sover på. Den skal børstes af og det går op for mig at der er nogle eller en person(er) der ofte går over den og efterlader en masse sand på den, så den skal rystes. Jeg kan også mærke en smule irritation omkring det, men ved ikke helt hvem det er.

Herefter skifter scenen til at jeg nu ligger på min madras på mit værelse I hovedgård, som det ser ud. Kaiseren – eller I hvert fald en mørk skikkelse med hans energi – kommer ind og giver mig en dåse danskvand. Jeg åbner den og begynder ivrigt at drikke da jeg er super tørstig. Kaiseren siger “Pas på med at drikke for meget, det kan være giftigt”. Jeg drikker – lidt trodsigt – halvdelen af dåsen hurtigt, og sætter den fra mig og siger “Det gør ikke noget det gør ikke noget for mig det her” og kan mærke at jeg stadig er ekstremt tørstig og tør om munden.

Jeg hopper ud af sengen og går ud af en dør og befinder mig nu I en baggård. Der er en have-lignende stemning, det er lidt mørkt og der står en palme I midten af græsset. En ældre kvinde med kort krøllet gråt hår og store runde briller – mens jeg skriver dette kommer en tredje association ind – som minder om min Moster og Kirsten, min terapeut, men også en klient jeg har – Lotte.

Hun siger “Dennis du bliver nødt til at forbinde dig med din mave, den kan nok være lidt svær at komme I kontakt med fordi du putter så meget lort I den.” Jeg svarer: “Jamen det lyder mega fedt, jeg vil vildt gerne I mere kontakt med min mave” og tænker straks på de nylige spændinger, smerter og ukendte emotionelle påvirkninger jeg har oplevet.

Jeg begynder at blive lucid her da jeg begynder at kalde “Mave! Mave!” hvor den kvindelige figur stopper op og siger: “Du skal følge vinden, hvis du vil finde hvad du søger”. Hun får implicit fortalt at jeg blot skal finde den retning hvor der er direkte modvind hvis jeg vil etablere kontakt til min mave igen.

Jeg er vildt begejstret for dette trick og kan mærke at jeg kan bruge det I fremtidige drømme også. Jeg drejer mig rundt – imod uret – og finder ud af at der hvor vinden blæser mig lige I fjæset er der en lille sti imellem to bygninger der leder ud til vejen. Jeg begynder at gå derhen og ser en strandpromenade, som minder om den jeg har været på så mange gange I Thailand, og mens jeg går råber jeg “Mave!” gentagen.

Jeg ser en Raptor gå forbi udenfor og bliver en smule skeptisk. Jeg snupper en kort pause og fortsætter så. Nu kommer jeg ud og kan se ned på vejen – jer er pludselig I et hotelværelse – og der går en masse spændende mennesker, dyr og andre objekter jeg kunne interagere med dernede.

Jeg råber igen “Mave!” og ser til venstre, hvor der går en T-Rex, som jeg jo har historie med, og træder et skridt tilbage. Jeg står nu I et relativt lille og mørkt hotelværelse, foran vinduet der er firkantet og med klart sol lys skinnende igennem. Jeg beslutter mig for at hvis det er T-Rexen jeg skal snakke med for at komme I kontakt med min mave, så må det være sådan det er u-anset hvor bange jeg måtte være for det.

Så jeg træder ud på taget og ser pludselig at der er længere ned end jeg havde regnet med. Jeg bliver lidt bange for bare at hoppe ud I det, så sætter mig ned I lotus stilling indtil jeg begynder at svæve ned. Jeg kan mærke på vej derned at der er lidt meget fart på, det er nok til at hjertet lige slår et ekstra slag uden jeg er bange for at slå mig. Dog fornemmer jeg at jeg har mistet overblikket så meget at den vej jeg gerne ville ned på med de mange dyr og mennesker ikke vil være der, fordi jeg har mistet mit fokus. Jeg tænker dog også at det ikke vil gøre noget.

Da jeg endelig lander ser jeg at den vej jeg var på er væk. Den jeg står på er mindre befærdet og det er pludselig blevet nat, men det er faktisk stadig den samme strandpromenade. Jeg tænker at de nok skal gå og råber igen “Mave!” og spinner mellem 270 og 360 grader rundt om mig selv imod urets retning.

Her ser jeg en stor hvid hingst komme løbende og mens jeg råber “Mave!” begynder den at ride hen imod mig. Jeg spørger den om den er min mave og I det jeg gør det bliver den til en hvid kamel, med tre pukler, hvor den forreste af de 3 er delt I 2, selvom det ser sundt og raskt ud, som om den egentlig blot bærer en genetisk mutation der giver den denne tredje to-delte pukkel.

Den svarer at den er min mave og jeg knæler for den, hvilket den svarer med at lægge dens venstre hov på mit tredje øje. Derefter skifter den til at blive en venlig og varm 44-årig mand, med kort gråt hår. Jeg spørger “Hvad skal jeg gøre for at komme I bedre kontakt med dig” og han svarer “Din mormor kom til at trykke en lille knogle I stykker hernede (inde I højre hofteskål, hvor psoas løber) da du var 3 år gammel, det var ikke med vilje, men det kan man også se på billeder.” Der er en implicit besked der handler om at denne skade/traume ikke har været kendt og at noget kropsterapi kan have forværret det, men også at der ligger noget derfra der stadig rumsterer. Jeg svarer “Ah, jamen jeg har jo også fået scannet indersiden af mine hofter, så der vil man kunne se det?” han svarer “Jaaa, jooo.” med en tudelig intonering om at det ikke er helt rigtigt, men at det heller ikke er helt ved siden af.

Drømmen Ender og jeg vågner med en meget rolig, afslappet og rar fornemmelse I kroppen. Det var tidligt, men jeg stod op og fik mediteret med min mave som fokus, fik lavet yoga, danset og TRE og fik mig noget morgenmad og følte mig godt tilpas.

Non-lucid – Notes – lucid – Interpretation – wake/dream visuals/visions

Me and two other humans were captured by soldiers from another reality. They were gruff and rough, but their extreme care with us suggested that we were important prisoners. They look like Imperial drones, except that they were human-sized, more regularly jagged, and reddish. They each have one glowing, robotic yellow eye in the middle of their face.

One of the prisoners, an old man, slipped from his bonds and in this reality transformed into an eldritch horrir. Me and the other prisoner was evacuated as the entities fought the monster with their form of guns. Our guards locked us in a spacious bunker, telling us that we'll be locked up in here until they deal with the monster, or reinforcement arrive. They told us that there were food and facilities in the bunker so that we will not go wanting. All in all, they were a lot nicer than most military guards, and they were faceless ersatz horrors from another world.

I drifted in and out of sleep, and I felt the need to pee. I recall finding the toilet in the bunker, and I did reality checks and realized that I was dreaming. I woke up and I wanted to go pee, and before I could get up to use the toilet I was back in my dream again, being caught off-guard I was non-lucid and used the toilet. Luckily I didn't pee myself in real life!

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was doing some search on internet and was looking for videos about dragons, then i've found some site with music and was checking it out. There were music tracks with a pic of some rusty metallic places, i was listening to them and there was some weird creaking sound in all of them also, then suddenly i was in that place and then i remembered what that place was: silent hill-like otherworld. Then dream ended.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was doing some coding stuff and was coding some stage, it resulted apparently in a boss fight that looked like made in fraxy, it was spaceship-like boss with two big parts that were detaching to attack and it also had one pattern with firing beam bunch of beams downwards while slowly moving around the top and firing some projectiles around. Then it slightly glitched out and i closed the game, then ended up chatting with someone about various true last bosses in shmups.

This one is WILD or maybe WILD from FA dream, i am not sure.
Dream 3:

I am in my bed with closed eyes and i feel that i am dreaming, suddenly somebody is trying to wake me up, i open eyes and get up and see some DC, we briefly talk about something(i am still not good at recalling talk) and i go to balcony door, as i try to phase through it suddenly curtain gets in the way, not again... as i touch it dream destabilizes entirely and starts fading, i try to will it back.
I wake up, but the table seems to be in the wrong position i am still dreaming, i go to balcony which is open now and look around. It's sunny day and there appears to be forest to the left, some small buildings, and in the distance, some huge black, leafless, trees. I take off and fly with my wings but dream shortly fades out and i wake up.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was in some 2D top down game and there was a bush maze. I had to find way around it and avoid and fight enemy soldiers while attempting to find the rest of scout squad.

Dream 2:

I was a character in some weird video game, i and a few more people were exploring some weird place. Soon we separated our ways to explore more and i got the ability to switch between characters. One found some room with floor, ceiling and walls made of class, other found some passage full of weird drawings with bloody letters on them.
Then there were fleshy humanoid mutants of some kind that were showing one of pictures to one from the group and that way they manage to convince him to do something and he goes crazy and turns into one, they reminded me about W. forum game.
Then there was another stealthy mutant that had body made of insects that he could also control and they were not just ordinary insects, they spreaded purple corruption to whatever they touched and were infecting people with some disease leading to nearly instant death. He killed a bunch of characters that way, the one from the glass room managed to run away from him.
In the end there were only two people left, one of which i could control, there were more mutants that we had to avoid. Soon we reached some rusty metallic place that looked like Silent Hill otherworld. We were jumping from one grated platform to another.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was doing stuff at home and i had some ability to control a blimp that was the distant sky.

Dream 4(fragment):

I was talking to someone about some kind of power and about the lack of it.

I spent a lot of time in the DV Chat recently. It has influenced my dreams, much the way the forum does. Truly frightening.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in a un-real world, a fantastical setting that couldonly exist in a computer or movie. My viewpoint is that of an aerial cameraover a land devoid of substance. A whitish-blue mist forms the “bottom” of myview and appears to be the only defining feature of this landscape.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Out of the mist rises a platform, a lift about five meterson a side by my guess. The platform is a vehicle for the IRC DV chat and theletters of text pile up on it like stacked blocks. The tower of text isbuilding as it comes closer to my vantage point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before the platform can reach me the chat reaches a lull andthe letters begin to collapse as the chat dies following something said by ‘bennerman’,his user-name visible as the last text characters on the top of the pile. Asthe lull lengthens the platform begins to fall, a representation of the dyingchat that any member can cause with one poorly chosen reply.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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a long long epic of a dream scattered into fragments as i woke.

i am in another world, no not really... like another dimension of our world. like a narnia but less fantastic.

i follow a group of like 5 people i know, including heather and my mom.

near the end of it, we enter this house. its a shitty apartment of two old folks, grandparent types. think florida retirees. but their house is all batty, literally they love bats and spiderwebs and soft goth decor. they show us pictures in an album of something, not their children or whatever like normal.

i look at the pictures and hold the pages up. me and heather start tearing off the pictures like stickers. we tear off the borders like stickers too. we look at the lady and realize by doing this, we tore her apart and now she is very very thin and we see now she is made of photographs like a photo mosaic:



for whatever reason we are being detectives, looking for something, trying to find these people guilty. we can't though, so we just make friends with them. when its time to leave, i immediately fear the outside. previously in the dream, it feels like, i encountered something spooky out there and now wanted protection from the door of the house to the car.

i don't want my mom for protection so i ask the old lady. she doesn't want to really because she is so thin and worn because we took her photos. she agrees anyway and i take her hand. as we open the door, she says dont let the dog out. well, i do anyway on accident.

the dog, made of photographs like her, runs out and into the fields surrounding the house. i don't really care and just go to the car alone, brave enough. while walking toward the car, the sky flashes lightning and i speed up and hop in.

scene note: i want to describe the scene for memory's sake and future reference for myself.

outside the house, there is a dirt patch leading to a shitty garage/shed next to it, attached almost. then about 200 feet of yard area/field. our car is parked at the edge of this, almost in the woods surrounding the house. the house is in a weird center of this giant forest. the trees are mostly dead looking creepy ones, a few coniferous here and there stretching up into the sky. its dark out and all very scary.

in the car, heather in the back seat, my mom driving and someone else in front of me. there is a bee on this persons shoulder and i freak out. the bee isn't black and yellow though, its grey and black. he rolls down the window and it flies out.

driving along, i look out and see a dragon. i keep telling heather to look. at first it was just a big white bird that i thought looked cool flying, but as i noticed/put my attention on it more, it "became" a dragon (looked the same, my mind just labeled it different). there were two kids flying on it and heather said it was Falcor (neverending story). my dreammind reminisced flying on a dragon.

we drive to this room somehow, or maybe we are just there, or maybe i forgot a lot. but we are in this giant room like the room of hidden things in harry potter. there was so much junk in it, ceiling to floor.

we play around for awhile and then i get 3rd person POV. we are not who we think we are! we are now players from guild wars, we are all in a dungeon (looks the same though). we beat up some bad dragon and hundreds of chests fall from the ceiling and onto the platform where we are. the characters all rush around (i have my own but am "watching", not actively participating and have no control) to get all the chests. theres a cut scene and it shows a final giant dungeonmaster boss ultimate chest fall from the mouth of a dragon.

one lady rushes over to it and gets it. it transforms into a changing station, she goes in and comes out with the best armor ever ever ever. i've never seen it, but it looks pretty elegant.

back to me, heather, my mom, and the last party member. we are in the room and i jump from the platform and fall to the ground. i look up at a godfigure who isn't there physically and smile. "its over isn't it", "yep".

scene switch to me walking on a narrow newly paved road with nothing anywhere else around me except a "longboarding bar" where people take a break from boarding. this is the heaven of longboarders, a place of only new pavement and a snack shop. i am waiting for something.

jack comes with his car/longboard (huh) and is telling me how to exit this world. i have to do a slide into the portal at the end of this long stretch of pavement. ok! i get awesome speed going down the godperfect hill and slide into it, transitioning into waking life! i wake up!

The dreams starts off with a bunch of people there. I don't recognize most of them, but there's one guy who is one of my friends who is on my racing team, and then a girl. The only other people besides these two that I know are the members of the Scooby Doo gang who are, of course, racing in their Mystery Machine. I was very excited because somehow my friends and I had managed to befriend a dragon to be our racing machine. Somebody starts the race and we begin racing across various parts of the world, including a long, low wooden bridge built over very murky water, and a large area of forest.

Most of the dream consists of just as racing. My group was in first place until we got back to the bridge area, which was the last stretch. Somehow our dragon had hurt its wing and we ended up crashing into the water. I saw my dragon race away back to where it came from under the water and I waved goodbye to it before I sunk to the bottom of the liquid. It was strange what I saw. Lined up along the edge right before the area ended were what looked like seriously freaky garden gnomes all the way across. As soon as I touched the bottom, one came at me and grabbed me, saying something about how because I had come to some Otherworld, my soul would have to be taken from my body. I grabbed a Skeleton that was at the bottom of the water and managed to trick the Gnome into thinking that the soul of this already deceased person was much better than mine, and I swam away back to the surface. I woke up just as I began to climb back onto the dock and I saw that our team had still won first place.