NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Not a good night. Too hot and my sleep was awful. Hard to remember dreams. 1:06 GMT Visiting my old neighborhood A very sketchy dream. I was going on my way to my mom’s house (where I used to live). I remember I had a white dress and a white bag crossing over one shoulder. The bag was full but still I was trying to jam something else inside it, leaving it completely full, close to exploding. I had to pass by the house of this guy for whom I had a crush many years ago and for some reason I didn’t want him to see me. When I arrived at the top of the slope where the house lies, instead of turning left as I should, I turned right in the direction of this place where I had my extra curricular activities after school. The place was now turned into a library or bookshop. I entered and a shelf of books caught my eye. Now I try hard to remember what they were about, but I only have this vague feeling it was something like esoteric and self-help themed. There was something interesting about this dream but I can’t remember what. Exhibition of a woman’s head I was visiting an exhibition. It was about this woman who offered her body to science to be studied and exhibited. This exhibition was all about her head. There were slices of her brain, all of the details of her head in different pieces. Her picture and even a life-sized model of her head. Also it was about her ideas. It was weird but I’ve been to even stranger exhibitions, so why not. Undefined Then I got blank. I tried to recall the dreams I had, but all I could write down was: 3 men prisoners on one room and some seduction scene. 3:45 GMT Animal suffering I am walking unknown streets on a suburban block of buildings. There are some backyards, with lots of garbage and abandoned lots. On some backyards I find lots of dogs chained, stressed and unhappy. I can hardly cuddle them, because a few are quite angry and threaten to bit me if I get to close. I see close to 20 dogs in this situation on several backyards and it gets to the absurd of people having pandas and some other cute fluffy animals I can’t recall, on chains on their backyards. I just think “That’s it, I have had it!” I am semi-lucid and not afraid to scream my lungs out. So I scream to whoever wants to listen that animals deserve better, that people will pay for being so stupid and ignorant and causing so much suffering to the animals. Then I make a wish that they all open their eyes to the truth and become compassionate and I walk the streets repeating a mantra out loud, to bring some blessings to these people. Artist’s community I’m on a building which is both cohousing and gallery for lots of art students. The house is amazing, with all of the walls and corridors full of paintings, sculptures and other art forms. So colourful. And the people living here are very entertaining. I am sitting in a sofa in a living room on what must be the 3rd floor. There’s more people on the sofa and I am waiting for something, maybe that they take me somewhere else. Then a girl, who looks like a boy, starts flirting me. I realise she looks so much like this girl friend from my childhood, who liked me but bullied me and died with an overdose on her teens. It freaked me out so I decide to leave the place. But not soon enough I realise she is chasing me. I leave the building and enter a cafeteria just in front. She is still on me and sits on my table. I felt very uncomfortable but I decided not to make a big deal out of it and just had my coffee or so until the dream dissolved. 6:50 GMT Surreal tunnel building Some longer dream, but I only remember being digging a hole in the sand when I find a tunnel under the ground, where there is a canal with water flowing. For some exotic reason I enter the tunnel and feel the need to reinforce the walls of these canal, that are breaking up in some places. A turtle passes by me on the water. I build this wall and decorate it with all sorts of stuff that is lying around (garbage) – some gnome dolls, some treasure chest, some Christmas or whatever decoration, etc... It gets so kitsch. I then find a necklace with an image of the Buddha. I feel tempted to keep it for myself (I’m a Buddhist) but either because I had this underlying feeling that I’m actually dreaming or because I thought it was real and would be theft to take something that was not mine, I simply hanged it on a higher wall on a safe and clean place, as a way of showing my respect. Wet and crying on a porch Another one I can’t remember, but I was on a porch and it was raining a lot. I was crying and my tears were mixing up with the rain drops on my face. My clothes were getting wet. I just remember some reference to tigers, but no idea what the context was.
Updated 08-23-2010 at 02:18 PM by 34880
7/28/10 I haven't been having any "stand out" dreams lately.. I wake up barely remembering any or may have gone a few nights in a deep sleep. I just have been having those light dreams ..just nothing interesting about them. Just a quick update the dream I had about a baby in my arms..a family member of mine just found out they are pregnant with their first child. I tend to know someone is going to have a baby by having dreams that I am having or holding one myself.. Weird..lol. Last night I had a dream it felt like I was a in my very early teens.. I was on the front porch and remembering this gloomy orange light above me. It was the only light that was on ..other houses were dark I couldn't even see the color of their walls. I turn to see my grandmother ( May she rest in peace) in my dream and she rarely is seen in my dreams.. this would be the 3rd time I have seen her since she passed away so many years ago. I see the place slightly change instead of me standing on the front porch I was standing underneath train tracks.. ( in n.y we have some tracks elevated in some streets and sidewalks). So I am standing under this train station.. I am struggling at this point in my dream trying to take down any hidden messages or symbolic meanings.. I have habit looking for those in my dreams they r more interesting days later. . anyway I am under the train tracks and once again I find myself knocking out a girl clear across on her back in the middle of a crowd. It felt good knocking her out because I felt attacked. She hit me and I just felt the need to hit her back after I was trying to calm the situation down. I knocked her out and I see police officers coming towards me hands on their hips So I start yelling " I had to defend myself! I had to defend myself!" I look over and see my grandmother and her face is puzzled.. she is not happy but she is not sad either.. it was more like " damn you didn't have to do that". I find guns pointed at me and I felt so weird.. it got so quiet ..I thought it was the last moment of my life.. That was it.. weird dream but decided to documented it anyway..
Night of April 27, 1984. Friday. There were two times in my life where I had an extremely vivid and fully in-body dream of a “melted” bicycle in a more notable way, and each time I had had a small amount of alcohol in real life prior to my dream (although I normally have not drank at all throughout my life). Thus, when I think of beer or alcohol in general, I automatically think of useless, melted bicycles, which seems to imply you “lose control” or are “unable to steer”. I go down the front stairs from my apartment in the King Street boarding house and onto the porch. It seems fairly late at night or very early in the morning before dawn. Soon, another person who is very drunk (Shawn P) comes out and says what a nice bicycle I have and continues to say positive things about it in a sincere but inebriated way. The bicycle is leaning against the front of the porch on the right side of the doorway. Upon taking a closer look as I am taking it out from the porch to ride it, I then see that the entire front half is partly melted and crooked and thus unusable. See also: The Beam (warning against alcohol?)
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