Dream 1 I'm in the living room of a house with my dad. An old friend K and his long-haired friend are coming over with guns. At first I think he is kidding but now I know he really wants to shoot me. I quickly get up, lock the front door, and run to the garage. My dad is just sitting there. In the garage I find a dirty shotgun. I look for ammo, but only find two shells already in the gun. I lock the garage door and get back in the house. I hide behind a green reclining chair. K and the other guy are at the front door; K looks in through the window on the door, and the other guy looks in through a window next to the door. They start shooting at me. If I try to move to either side I will be exposed. Part of me doesn't want to damage the house, but I move to the right and fire a round into the front door. I get up and run away - I need to find a pistol. I find one and load a clip with about ten tiny bullets. I'm outside and see K. We fire at eachother. My bullets slowly fly through the air, they are red and circular and going everywhere besides where they should be going. I can't hear his rifle going off but I know that is. And I am not getting hit, even though there is no way he can be missing. Dream 2 My dad and I have tickets for Jack Johnson. At this venue, there are rows of seats and there are tables around the seats. Our seats are the best you can get at the tables. I'm sitting in the wrong chair, but I don't care because I have a good view, and no one else is showing up anyway. Jack starts playing. Now, I find myself up on the stage at a drum set. I am playing along with a blonde woman who is at another drum set; what we are playing is simple. I look at Jack and a man is taking away his microphone, mid-song. Everyone claps. Now, I am beside the stage, helping to set up for another event. I see some political cartoon. It is of a chicken who says he is making a claim and that he accepts that the burden of proof is on him. There is a door that says 'burden of proof' and it is closing on the chicken. He slips his fingers in to stop it, and slides through the door. I laugh.
12-27-2013 -- The first thing I can remember of this one, I am driving down a highway, possibly with Ron and Mary. We're in separate cars, but driving right next to each other, and though it feels like we're driving down the middle of the state, we're also approaching the whole Palm Beach / Fort Lauderdale area, which may mean we were driving down the turnpike, though we may have eventually changed to I-95. I think I am delivering a package down to Lauderdale. As we continue driving along (what is now looking like a fairly busy surface street), we are suddenly facing a car heading straight at us on the wrong side of the street. We swerve around it, just to find ourselves viewing a couple more cars crashing into each other. Then another car on the wrong side of the road, followed by two or three more cars in a wreck, then two or three more going the wrong way. There are police everywhere, and we can't figure out exactly what is happening, though it very well may be cars exiting a freeway the wrong way to avoid a big pile-up or something. All I know is they are creating an even bigger mess out here. Suddenly there is a greenish station wagon like the one I used to drive flying through the air, turning end over end as it crashes to the ground, followed by a line of 10 or 12 cars going the wrong way at high speed, sending everybody insane. As we swerve every which way to avoid them all, Ron and I look across at each other, and can see we agree. We swerve into a parking lot, and park our cars next to each other, both pulling forward to the second space in the row we're in. We climb out of our cars, and are now walking forward, trying to find out what is going on. I find I was driving a compact red sedan. As we walk back toward the street, the cars continue in their crazy patterns, and we spot one guy running away from the cars on the wrong side of the road, but unfortunately he runs right in front of a diesel truck and it is horribly messy. The shoulder we are walking on sort of drifts away from the road for a few yards, and suddenly we find ourselves in almost a sort of concrete tunnel, looking up at a short ladder (four to five feet tall) that lets us climb up to a gate that we can open to step back on to the street. Ron and Mary decide they have had enough, and just turn around to walk back to the car, while I decide to continue on. Because of my size and shape, I am having a difficult time climbing the ladder, and first have to put down the painting that I seem to be carrying. I hand it to somebody standing there, manage to climb up, and then ask him to hand it back to me. He refuses, instead asking me why I think I should go out there. I try to explain it is OK, I have a professional drivers license, and he demands to know exactly what kind of license, where was it issued, and more. I say after I get off the ladder, I will show him the license. He asks more and more questions, getting ruder all the time, and I decide I am not showing him anything. He has no right to know, anyway. I demand he hands the painting to me, and he complies with poor grace. I then point to a large bottle of multi-vitamins that also belongs to me, and is sitting on the ground, and ask him to hand me that, as well, and he refuses. He is being a real ass, and I am severely ticked off, and I finally pronounce a nasty curse against him in the name of Jesus, and stalk off, though a few seconds later I am feeling more and more bad about it. I find myself thinking, and realize that God is not bound by space and time, and start to realize that, though unlikely, it is possible that all these accidents and car wrecks could possibly have been caused by my curse against the guy. I am thinking of trying to get to the Cheeburger Cheeburger location in Boca or Lauderdale, since they closed the one in Orlando, but as I continue walking along, I realize I am not going to get very far walking barefoot through all this wreckage, and decide I better turn around and get back to my car. I am going to need it to get very far. As I am walking back, I find a very long Doctor Who-style scarf that I know is mine, though it is closer to the colors of the one Tom Baker wore than either of the ones I made. As I make it back to the strange little concrete tunnel and the ladder, I find everybody has left, and as I climb back down I find my bottle of vitamins, but the nasty guy opened it and pooped in it, so that bottle is now wasted. Ick! I continue back to the spot where Ron and I had parked, just to find both cars are missing. I expected Ron and Mary would have driven off, but I am wondering where my car is, and am annoyed to fear that my car has been stolen yet again. But I notice a nearby police station in the parking lot, and wonder if it may have just been improperly towed away. I walk inside, gingerly stepping over all the broken glass from the accident in my bare feet. Inside the police station, I find a long line, including a lot of very tough looking guys, including a big black guy who threatens to kill me if I don't wait my turn in the line. While I am griping, he tells me to shut up as he doubts I have any problems worth complaining about, and I suddenly tear into him about how often (in my dreams) my car gets stolen, and how sick I am of it!
May 26, 2013 Lucid Dream 506: The Baller Who Stopped Time Series: Friends, Episode 14 DILD Technique: ADA I was riding in the car with Diddy and Mike. Diddy was driving, Mike was in the passenger seat, and I was in the "chauffered seat" (back seat). We were talking about something and Mike said, "Yeah, but you can't just do stuff like that." I suddenly became lucid for no apparent reason. I said, "Yeah, but I can do this because we are in a dream right now!" I made the back windshield disappear, and proceeded to superman grab the back of the car as it pulled me along. My body was flapping in the wind as I held on to the back of the car. I then hopped back in the car and told Diddy and Mike that we were lucid. As we drove down the road, I focus on the car and gradually lifted it into the air. I flew the car from the back seat for a while. Mike and Diddy commented on how awesome it felt. I landed the car and we pulled into a nearby parking lot. It was the parking lot to a gymnasium. Me, Mike and Diddy got out of the car and Diddy started acting like he wanted to "UFC me." I said, "Dude what are you doing?" He replied, "What? You think you can beat me?" I laughed and said, "This is my world. I could throw you over that mountain right there if I wanted to." He had the "touche" look and didn't press the matter. Mike suggested we play some basketball. The environment had to changed to within the gym. I didn't really feel like playing basketball, but Mike convinced me to play and just not using any obvious powers. We got the ball first and I immediately shot a deep 3 and guided the ball into the basket with my eyes/mind. I looked around at everyone and said, "I'm just too good. I'll never miss." I pretty much just acted as a body and nothing more on defense. I let the DCs duke it out until we got the ball back. We were just playing a half court game, btw. I continued to drain 3s until i got bored of that, so I stole the ball, at will, on defense and started dunking like crazy. A few times I stopped paying attention to the actual basketball and I actually turned it over. That is when I had sort of an "epiphany." I thought to myself, "Maybe my dream control is so good because of all my ADA practice. I'm able to control everything in my environment because I am constantly in-tune and aware of everything. Whenever I forgot about the ball it bounced away from." I decided to ramp up the ADA at this time. I wanted to drive to the basket and I knew the guy in front of me was fast and playing tight defense. I kept my ADA up as I focused on making the guy in front of me react slowly. The result? Everything went into slow motion. My movements were also slowed, but not as slow as everyone else's. I was able to pull off some crazy dribble moves and weave through traffic. I then went to dunk, but at the last second, did a crazy/fancy reverse lay-up. As soon as I made it, time was back to normal again. I proceeded to slow down time, steal the ball, and then score over and over and over again. I had just noticed the scoreboard and it said 44-20 in our favor, of course. The guy I was guarding said, "I'm done with this. I think its time to quit." I replied, "No, no. Its not over yet." I then stole it from him, cleared it, drove to the lane, and threw it down as hard as I could. I hung from the rim for a second and with quick and powerful pull, I shattered the glass backboard. The glass broke into thousands of little pieces and I turned to that kid and said, "Now we are done." All but a couple players left the gym. I talked to the ones who stayed. There was a hoop way up in the rafters and I told them I could dunk on it. They looked "defeated" and started walking toward the exit. I could tell they believed I could do it, but they couldn't handle it. Diddy and Mike had disappeared part way through the game and Cliff made a brief appearance during the game as one of my teammates, but he was no longer there. I decided to just exit the building. I flew over to the door and just before reaching it, I supersonic burst flew into it and blew the doors off the hinges. I landed and began walking down the hallway. A proper looking, nerdy man in a sweater vest and glasses passed me in the hallway. After passing him, I used my hand to slap the air as I imagined his face. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and I saw his head jerk. He started rubbing his face and said, "Ouch," sort of under his breath. I stopped, turned around and said, "Are you ok?" He looked so confused and replied with a simple "Yeah." I turned away from him and did it again, this time with a little more force. He stumbled off balance as his glasses hit the floor. I couldn't hold in the laughter. I didn't bother saying anything I just waked further down the hallway. As he bent over to pick up his glasses, I swift-kicked the air, resulting in the man being kicked in the ass, knocking him to the floor. Laughing, I exited the hall and entered another hallway. Two professional looking business women passed me in this hallway. They looked like the "super smug" type, so I naturally wanted to mess with them. I made one of the women reach up under the other ones skirt and pleasure her. Soon enough, I had them both "disc jockey'n" each other and stripping naked. Further down the hall, a group of "hard" gangsters pass me. They were decked out in rags, gang colors, guns in their belts and everything. As I passed them I had one unzip his pants and another started blowing him. After a brief period, I snapped my fingers and they turned back to how they were. All I heard was panicked voices saying, "WTF! WTF! He sucked yo d***! WTF!" They all looked terrified as I lost it. I laughed so hard the dream began to become unstable. I quickly stabilized and attempted to exit the building. The next room I entered was full of so many people, I could barely move. I knew the next door, which was at the top of a set of stairs, would get me out of the building. I tried to simply make everyone in the room disappear all at once. I did a hand motion, but nothing happened. So, I shouted, "Disappear!!" Instead of everyone disappearing, they all jumped in shock and then toppled over like the fainting goats. I mean, everyone in the room (100 people or more). I chuckled at this bizarre turn of events. I proceeded to step over people to get to the exit, but they all stood up and got in my way again. I did the fainting goats trick a few more times, but they kept getting back up and in my way again. I had made it half way up the steps before I finally got mad, picked up the person in front of me, and violently hurled them down the long, steep steps. It was a pretty brutal fall and they did not move after they got to the bottom. The whole place was quiet and everyone had stopped moving. I said, "Now, GET THE F*** OUT OF MY WAY!!" They all panicked and ran around like chicken with their heads cut off. It finally got them out of my way and I exited the building. The parking lot was full of people. I walked over to the nearest hot chick I saw and started kissing her. She pulled away, but held onto my shirt and said in a sexy voice, "So, do you want me to struggle?" I pulled out of her grasp and said, "What? Hell no!" I thought to myself, "That is the first time I ever got that response. Talk about a turn off." I had now lost all desire for a sexcapade. I felt myself waking up, so I prepared to DEILD. Series Details In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series! May 26, 2013 Lucid Dream 507: Karuta at Grand Manor Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 13 DEILD I transitioned pretty smoothly back into the dream state. I stood up and I was in the same parking lot as before. It was pretty dark, much darker than the previous dream. I remembered a technique that another DV Member had tried, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I found the moon in the sky, held out my hand, and attempted to turn it until it became the sun. I could see the moon turning, and after a few turns, it completely blacked out, lol. After my unsuccessful attempt to change the environment to daylight, I did notice that everything was much clearer. Still night time, but less darker. I figured the darkness was just a stability issue and the dream had now settled. With nothing interesting around me, I took flight. I flew straight up into the air and got above the surrounding trees. I could see city lights all around me in the distance, so I took off toward them. I flew for a while and my memory here is a bit fuzzy. One way or another, I ended up in front of a mansion. I entered the mansion and was greeted by a butler at the door. He said, "Welcome back, Master Yoshi." I went along with it. I responded, "Thompson, so good to see you again. I see you have kept the mansion clean in my absence." This thing was huge. There was a super long hallway (I'd estimate at 100 yards) that was easily 20 yards wide. It was like the size of a shopping mall except it looked like a super pretentious house. The floor was shiny marble and a plethora of art work and sculptures could be found in every direction. All the doors in the hallway were the Japanese style sliding doors, except super fancy. Most doors were opened as I just explored the mansion. Rooms were on my left and right side of the hallway. One room had people fencing one end of the room and kendo on the other, another was some sort of office, one looked like a green house, and another resembled a dining room. I got to the end of the hall and there was a room full of tatami mats. I immediately thought of the anime, "Chihayafuru." I was excited that I had found a Karuta room. I went in and kneeled down ready to play some Karuta. There were several people in the room. A man in traditional japanese garb walked over and handed Karuta Cards to me and my random opponent. I can't read japanese in the first place, not to mention the symbols on the cards kept changing every time I looked at them, lol. I just placed the cards in the same way I have saw them placed in Chihayafuru. My opponent did the same. We were ready to play. My opponent looked at me and said, "Itadakimasu." I chuckled and thought, "Yeah, that was used incorrectly." We both hunched over in the ready position and the reader began reading. He was kind of quiet, but the reading sounded very accurate to hundred poets reading that happens in actual Karuta matches. He began reading the first verse and I swiftly swung to my opponents side and knocked away the card. I retrieved the card, showed it to the reader and said, "This is the correct card, yes?" He looked at it and said, "Hai." I set it aside, put one hand/arm into the air, and sent my opponent a card from my side. It was so awesome. I felt like I actually knew what I was doing . I got too excited though and felt the dream slipping. I prepared for another DEILD. Series Details In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series! May 26, 2013 Lucid Dream 508: The Most Interesting God in the World Series: Is that you God? Its me, Yoshi, Episode 1 DEILD I transitioned very smoothly once again and was in the same room I ended the last dream in. However, it was now empty. A little disappointed that my Karuta game was over, I exited the room. I entered back into the same hallway and started walking back toward the entrance. There was now even more art than before. Some of the pictures were moving and portraits were smiling/winking at me as I looked at them. Some were portraits of strange people I had never saw before. Others were very abstract pieces. I greatly enjoyed looking around at all the different sculptures, paintings, drawings, etc. It was like I had visited the art museum of my mind. The drawings ranged from dark and sinister to kindergarten crayon sketches. The variety was amazing. I remember noticing one painting of colonial wig wearing men with glowing alien-like eyes and fingers. It was a pretty trippy painting. Eventually, I stumbled upon a rather interesting room. It was an entire room based on religion. Christianity, in particular. The walls were painted with angels, holy light, baptism, etc. The art was really beautiful. There were pictures of various religious things and a small alter at the top of the room. There was a kneeling mat right in front of the alter. I figured, "Might as well try something new." I kneeled on the mat and decided to try and talk to "God." I noticed there was a ridiculously large picture of Jesus on the wall right in front of me. It was a bit distracting, so I closed my eyes. I said, "God, I come here to ask for guidance." I felt a rush of energy go through my body. It was a little euphoric. Not quite on the level of XTC, but still pretty nice. Suddenly, my body bent over and bowed to the floor on its own. It was a pretty neat experience. I sat up and the portrait of Jesus was now a portrait of the the Dos Equis, "Most Interesting Man in the World," guy. He spoke in a super deep voice and spoke in some nonsense language that I couldn't understand. I had kind of a puzzled expression and thought, "Umm....huh?" He then spoke in his normal commercial voice and sounded a bit annoyed, as if I was supposed to understand his made-up language. He said, "Just get up and move around every once in a while. Just be on the look-out for opportunities to do the right thing." I was pretty satisfied with this experience. It had comedy and basics of humanity. Seems about right coming from my subconscious when it comes to religion . Anyway, as I continued to explore, I felt myself waking up, so I immediately prepared to DEILD once again. Series Details In the dream series, "Is that you God? Its me, Yoshi," I dive into one of the more controversial topics, religion (in particularly, christianity). I'll explore everything from basic praying/confession to boarding Noah's Arc. Stay tuned for more entries to the series! May 26, 2013 Lucid Dream 509: Care for a Bite? Series: 108 Stars of Destiny, Episode 10 DEILD Smooth transition and back into the mansion. It had changed now and looked less like a classy mansion and more like a huge fancy sports bar. There were people drinking at small tables everywhere you looked. There was also TVs, bars, and other "sports bar" accessories scattered throughout. I tried to think of some things I could do to get points for the DVA Competition. All I could think of was phasing through walls. I started walking through wall after wall after wall. With each phase, it became smoother and smoother. It got to the point where I was passing through them like they weren't even there. I decided to take flight. I started flying through wall after wall as if they were only holograms. I picked up the speed and soon flying through rooms was happening almost instantaneously. All I could really see was flashes of walls coming at me in rapid succession. I thought, "I bet it would hurt if I just slammed into one of these." Right on que, I slammed hard into a wall that I couldn't pass through. It didn't hurt, but I definitely felt the force of hitting the wall at high speed. I laughed and thought to myself, "Yup, that is what I get for thinking that." I looked around and I was now definitely in a sports bar. Nothing fancy about it. I saw the redhead chick from True Blood, Jessica (Deborah Ann Woll). She was sitting at a table with a guy. I walked over and saw her pout in a cute manner and say, "But, I'm hungry." The dude looked at her and said, "No, not here." I held out my arm, flicked my wrist, and sent that dude flying across the bar. I took his seat, stretched out my neck and said, "You can feed on me anytime of the night!" She smiled rather seductively, grabbed my head and jerked it up to her mouth. I felt her fangs sink into my neck and then got a rush of pleasure. She drank for a few seconds and then pulled away. I looked at her and said, "Yeah, you are doing that again." She responded, "I just drank a lot. You are going to lose too much blood and I'm not going to drain my King." I was turned on already (Is it strange to be turned on during this sequence? Lol). I said, "Then I command you as your King to feed." She smiled and sank her teeth into me again. It didn't feel quite like the first time, so I told her to bite down harder. It felt amazing. She pulled away and I said, "I need you in my army! Will you join me in my quest to fulfill the ultimate destiny?" She playfully acted as if she might not join. I told her she could be completely free in the Dream World with no fear or limitations. I told her my power in here surpasses anything she could imagine. Then I said, "Plus, me and you will be spending plenty of alone time together." Said, "Of course, I'll join." Excited, I told her to get back to the feeding. As she was draining me, I felt myself waking up. Not wanting to lose details, I decided it was time to end the DEILD chain. Series Details Welcome to the epic dream series known as, "The 108 Stars of Destiny." Follow me as I build the most powerful army the dream world has ever seen. Along with the help of 108 key recruits, I take on the dream world and elevate to god-like status! Will anyone stand in my way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series! 108 Stars of Destiny NEW 15 - Jessica - The Blood Star
Updated 05-26-2013 at 08:57 PM by 22654
The only thing I remember about this morning's dreams was something about recordings, mom and dad, and a town or something/a game?? Yesterday's dreams... Dream 1: - I was talking/arguing to dad about religion, specifically about how Paganism was infused in everything. - Dad and someone else were going to ride on an oven pan (lol wat), but I needed it and was hoping they'd be done with it soon. I wondered how they'd fit on it, but I got an image in my head showing that they could fit a foot side by side. - I was walking in the woods when I stumble across a group of bears huddled together. I freeze and drop down into a pile of leaves and stuff, but they've already noticed me. I remember that I should keep totally still. - I'm cuddling up with the bears and they're talking to me, totally harmless. Dream 2: I'm floating from sandbar to sandbar on a beach and collecting lost items from old campers. I'm a bit scared and sad as I think about what might have happened to the people who lost them. What the water's depths might be hiding. [I still remember that feeling, looking down into the deep water.] When I reach the end, I step over and into a house with the stuff. The cats are sleeping in a cat bed or something down the hall and I get really worried about them getting outside and lost, so I make sure the door is really secure. (I've lost some of the details since I didn't type this up sooner or try and remember them better.)
Frags: My class is taking a tour, but because of a schedule change, we have to wait in a church for two hours while there's a service going on.
01-23-2013 -- I'm on some sort of church camping trip with Mike Sullins and the gang. I'm not sure, but I think I was an adult for the whole dream, kind of helping to oversee the trip, and it has been an OK trip, but not fabulous. We're loading up the bus to head back to the church, and I find myself trying to half claim one of the front seats. I am given the front bench on the passenger side, which is fine. Some little kid who may be the pastor's son is given the spot just under the bar that I used to love as a kid, but it doesn't bother me as I couldn't fit there as an adult, anyway. Mike is driving, and the trip home from the usual camp (from dreams, didn't go camping with this church in real life) seems very short, only taking around 45 minutes, when it always seemed the trip used to take 1 1/2 to 2 hours. Soon we're pulling into the church parking lot, and starting to unload the bus, while waiting for parents to come and pick their kids up. I'm probably waiting for everybody else to be picked up, before I get a ride home on the bus. Mike is going on and all about how good the Boy Scouts are, and how great the trip was, and stuff like that. He seems to be dressed in a scout master uniform, and the pastor's son is in a scout uniform. But something is said that seems to tick the kid off, and he suddenly stalks out of the room, down the driveway, and out to curb on Page Avenue. He starts angrily calling for his dad, the pastor, who is standing about 20 feet away, but doesn't seem to hear him. This amazes me since I am much further away, and inside the building, but I can hear him just fine. After three loud calls, his father hears him, and walks over and picks him up. He talks to him and comforts him a bit, then puts him back in the room where I am waiting around. The boy is maybe four or five, and he starts playing with a little girl who is maybe six or seven. Soon they're wrestling a bit, and there seem to be hints of Indian Wrestling in their play, but other forms of wrestling, as well. Somehow it overflows, and I am something of an innocent bystander, as I soon find myself lying on the ground, half-restrained, with them undoing my pants for some reason. Right at that moment, the assistant pastor busts in, and starts ranting and raving, and wants to know what the Sam Hill is going on! I think he feels something wrong, sexually, is going on, as they are undoing my pants, and I try to defend myself by saying maybe I should have put a stop to things sooner, but I wouldn't have let it go any further if they had tried to pull down my pants, but he seems to blame the kids and feels they are being very evil, and I am only being foolish. "What if they'd used super glue on you?" He demands. "It could have taken us hours to free you. Or even days if we couldn't get the proper solvent!" He keeps ranting on and on about how bad the kids were, and how could I have allowed this, and it is the story oh Jonah and the Whale all over again! I don't see it as the same thing at all. I don't see how that story ties in, and I don't see any of it as all that bad, but he just won't listen at all. Finally I have had enough, and like the kid before me, I stalk out of the the room, step over a tiny fence (maybe a foot or a foot and a half tall, more decorative than anything else), and to the curb on Page Avenue, just like the pastor's son, before me. The assistant pastor is calling after me, trying to stop me from going, and not getting why I was so upset with him, but I won't listen, and I keep on my way. I walk down Page to Stanton, then walk under the freeway overpass, before making my way down Calendula and into the flower tract. I don't know what the big deal is ... I don't agree with the guy, but its not like I don't still plan to attend church next week, or anything. But strange things are happening. People start trying to push me or grab me. The area is turning into a cross between a sort of an old age home and an apartment complex, though the entire neighborhood I am walking through is nothing but single family homes. But somehow I find myself in the apartment complexes behind the church, instead of in the neighborhood I was walking through. [The apartment complexes that aren't there in real life, but have been in lots of dreams.] In past dreams these apartment complexes have had fun things and nightmare-style things happen in them. In this dream, they are bad things. I find myself arguing religion and politics with people, while going through unpleasant chase bits that seem to go on forever (though I think they really are pretty short.) At one point I am being grabbed an restrained by nurses because they don't agree with my principles, but soon they are turning into attractive-but-old-fashioned school teachers who have a sort of Stepford Wives sort of vibe to them. I burst out of one apartment complex into a sort of hilly area, where I find myself trying to cross the hills while avoiding dangerous flaming horses. Since they are in groups of four, they just might be the four horses of the apocalypse. Strange and spooky. At first I try to hide from them, but then I find four of them right next to me in a wide open space, so all I can do is ignore them and hope they ignore me, or if they don't, hope I'm powerful enough to survive them. The entire time, both political and spiritual arguments continue to go on in my head. I manage to get out of the hills and into another of the apartment complexes, but I'm still being chased by the old-fashioned brunettes, who are trying to wrestle me to the ground and restrain me. I don't understand why I find myself saying it, since it still seems to me that he was the nut, and the one in the wrong, but I suddenly speak out loud and say "Fine! I'll apologize to the assistant pastor." A gap appears in the brick-wall corridor I am in, and I stumble into the lot of the construction supply company directly behind the church, free from all the people chasing me. "On Sunday, after church," I mutter to myself. 50 pound bags of cement start dropping on me. "OK, OK, right now." The cement stops dropping on me, and I claim over the brick wall into the church parking lot. I approach one of the elders of the church and ask where the assistant pastor is, and he says he left about 15 minutes ago. He looks at me and says something like "You don't look like a process server, but I'm still not going to tell you where he lives or give you his phone number." I end up back in the same room, waiting (perhaps for a day or two) until the assistant pastor shows up again. "Really, God?!?" I kind of announce to the sky. "Hey Dude! Don't disrespect the Lord!" I find a slightly angry hippie kind of shushing me. "Yeah? Let me tell you a story!" And I proceed to relate the entire dream to him, while he looks more and more flabbergasted as I go on. There are several others here, who also look more and more shocked. As I finish my tale, I look at them, all staring at me in amazement, and ask "Don't tell me the same thing happened to all of you?" "Oh no, man," the hippie says. "Nothing like that happened to me. Not in the specifics. But in the overall, yeah, man. We're all here to apologize to the assistant pastor because we wouldn't listen to him, man! It's weird!"
Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake] [Note: This DJ entry contains discussion of my personal religious beliefs, which are Christian. If, for any reason, you do not want to read about them, please skip over this entry.] I'm trying to get from one place to another by bicycle. It's right at or just after sunset on a cloudy, overcast day, so it's somewhat dark outside. I'm bicycling along sidewalks that run between buildings that are each about four or five stories tall and have lots of windows. [It actually bears a strong resemblance to some of the private college campuses I used to walk around when I was a kid.] When I try to turn a corner, a guy on a larger bike passes by really fast right in front of me, and I shout out in surprise and fear. After he has passed by, I turn the corner and go on my way. I'm carrying a large plastic bag hanging from my left handlebar. It is filled with other, crumpled-up plastic bags, as well as a heavy, black, U-shaped metal bike lock. I'm in the sacristy [back room where robes and other special equipment are stored] at my old church. I've arrived there to meet up with a bunch of my friends from my old college Christian fellowship, who are all crowded into the room. [I think this might have been the place I was trying to get to on my bike, but I'm not absolutely sure; I don't remember the transition from one dream scene to another. Or they may have been two entirely separate dreams.] We're all there for a special church service in which all of us young adults will be honored. All my friends already have their choir robes on, and I hurry to take mine out of the closet and put it on over my clothes. As I'm doing this, everyone starts to file out of the room, because it's time for the service to start. I'm still hunting through the shelves in the back of the closet for my shoes, saying aloud to myself, “I'm not sure if I have black shoes in here....” I came into the room wearing white shoes, which wouldn't go with my dark-purple choir robe. [They were the same kind of choir robe I used to wear at the church I attended immediately before my current one.] I find a pair of black, slip-on sandals [a pair I own in real life] on a shelf and start putting on, but I'm already being hurried out the exterior door of the sacristy, along with the rest of the procession of young adults. When we get outside, I cross the sunlit courtyard by shuffling and sliding my feet forward, still working on getting them all the way into the sandals. Although this church building is in a different place and has a very different layout than it does in reality, I recognize it as the one I went to as a child. The sacristy door opens onto a courtyard paved with red ceramic tile and enclosed with white walls, and it's a beautiful, sunny day. We walk in a procession along the outside wall of the sanctuary, then turn left and then left again to enter the church through its large, wooden double doors. I'm still finishing up fastening the front of my choir robe as we enter. As we enter, there is modern, rock-instrumentation-based worship music playing, the kind we used to have in fellowship meetings. Most of the pews are facing forward, except for the section nearest the front, where they are facing inward toward the center aisle. Beyond those seats is the altar area. The sanctuary is full of people, including my mom, who is sitting in an aisle seat that I pass on my right as I walk up the aisle with the procession. I'm aware that the families of my friends from the fellowship are there, too. We all process up the center aisle and take seats in the center-facing pews. The music continues until we are all sitting down. When it ends, one of the leaders of the fellowship starts welcoming everyone to the service and talking about how its purpose is to honor the young adults of the congregation. During this speech, I realize that I accidentally dropped my knitted bag of choir books [again, something I had in real life at my previous church] in the aisle, right where my mom is sitting. I stand up and go to retrieve it, but a tall, old black lady beats me to it. She picks it up and brings it back to me. The leader who's speaking says that we're going to start things off by playing a team-building game. [This was typically how we started off conferences in that fellowship in real life.] I smile; this is going to be fun. I look at the service bulletin and see that just about everything the leader will say is printed on it, like a script. There are even photos of the young adults who are being honored, and a list of the supplies we'll need for the team-building game. As I continue to look through the bulletin, I see that after we play this game, we'll proceed to have a regular church service, the more traditional kind we've always had at this church. I'm also aware that although some of the people in the congregation are from my Episcopal tradition, and others are from my friends' evangelical tradition, absolutely everyone present is not only okay with the idea of having a service that blends elements of both traditions, but is actually happy about it and looking forward to the rest of the service. I am, too. The whole gathering is suffused with a sense of love, peace, joy, and unity. ----------------------------------- Side notes: This dream was significant for me because it made me feel better about the past. It made me feel less conflicted and less torn, and gave me hope that reconciliation between those two areas of my experience is possible.
6:17 am Key phrases: Religion, Maranatha, group meeting. PLUS meeting today instead of Sunday. Running, in a hurry. There's a hole on the ground. EM also joined. It seems she lives nearby. We were running along a street. I parkoured my way while facing on the tricycles head on. Bea? Talisay? 8:09 am Cell phone. PC. Blue and red voodoo doll. A path of square stones in the park near our place. Green grass. I used the sim or microSD cards with music on the ground as a guide. Someone helped me.
11/07/2012 5:30am non lucid I was having a conversation with a group of people in a parking lot when religion came up. I wasn't being that outspoken but when the age of the earth came up my atheism was exposed. We had headed inside a big building nearby which had underground parking. To the right as you enter was a few rows of seats with each row in front of the other being a little lower than the previous. In front of the front row was a railing and a wall that dropped off to the lower part of the building. Directly as you enter was a set of carpeted stairs that also went down to the lower part of the building. At the other end of the stairs where two doors. One on the left led through other rooms and probably out to the covered parking. The other was about 7 feet away from the bottom of the stairs facing the stairs and led to a bathroom. This place was being used as a church. One younger guy in the group had started ranting and raving in gibberish and was apparently trying to make an argument. I was seated in the far right of the rows of seats and a girl who was sitting next to me started to repeat a mantra like prayer. It went something along the line of "Jesus Lives, Jesus Lives" or "Jesus is real, Jesus is real"...over and over. The guy was still going off and waving his arms about. I was a bit amused and dumbfounded at what I was seeing. The guy then started to do this funny dance like thing while still shouting out nonsense. He would sort of step to one side with his arms up and together to one side and flop his hands out in a sprinkling type motion. He did that a couple times on one side then went in the other direction. Between the guy and the girl who sat next to me, quite the rhythmic spectacle was being formed. Suddenly, Thad(an old friend of mine who is a devout Christian) decided to make fun of this spectacle by picking up a base guitar and thumbing out a hokey tune to go along. Then Sam came in on drums and Daniel on guitar. They were really jamming and I was thoroughly amused. I was beginning to walk down the stairs and for some reason I tried to throw a bottle of gatorade at sam. It missed and bounced of the base drum. Sam was upset and retaliated by throwing one of his drumsticks. It some how wound up getting under my bare feet and between my toes because it made me have trouble walking down the steps in fact I kind of slid a bit. My gatorade bottle was now a bottle of beer(Coors/Corona) sitting on a table behind the drum set. I felt bad that I had disrespected these peoples sanctuary by bringing in a tally and Daniel said that I need to get rid of it. I grabbed it, put it under my jacket and headed into the bathroom. As you entered the bathroom.. to the right was a trash can with... straight ahead was a divider and then some sinks with urinals to the left of them... to the far left was a single stall. Behind the divider were three small black waste-baskets. There was also a waste-basket in the stall which was empty except for the thin plastic bag. I swapped the empty waist-basket for one with a few paper towels in it. I sat in the stall and took some sips of the beer and contemplated how to dispose of the bottle. I couldn't break it into pieces and flush it, and putting it in a bin with only a few paper towels in it was too obvious. I could sneak it out under my jacket....then I woke up.
10-15-2012 -- When this dream begins (or at least the first part I can remember) I am Harry Potter. I have somehow been captured by somebody who is not one of Voldemort's followers, but is somehow being forced to cooperate with them. Not sure how, but they are sympathetic, and wish they didn't have to lock me up. They lock me in a back bedroom in a house to wait five or ten minutes until Voldy or some of his Death Eaters show up to take me. I am perfectly happy with this, because as soon as they leave, I open the window, remove the screen, and climb right out of captivity. As soon as I have climbed out the window, I find myself at the First Church of the Nazarene, behind Shamlin Hall, and I plan to escape the area by running along the building, through the church parking lot, and climbing the wall into the (non-existent) area with the apartment complexes I've run into in past dreams involving climbing the church wall. Problem is, they've found I am missing almost immediately, so I can hear pursuit beginning behind me. Also, the buildings are arranged slightly differently than in real life, and I find myself being forced to go through a door into the kitchen and pass through it on my way, instead of being behind all the buildings. When I get inside, I find some of the Death Eaters meeting with some of the church leaders, hiding who and what they are. They recognize me, and try to grab me, and one of the bad guys is somebody really small, like a goblin or a house elf, and I grab them and start slamming them around. Since they are hiding who they are, the church folks are kind of shocked, and think that I've gone crazy. As soon as I've killed the being that was trying to grab me, I just sprint out the other door and toward the wall. I am still being pursued, but they are now a little further behind me, and I find that the person who is closer to me is Tom Drick. He isn't sure what is going on, but he knows me pretty well, and is willing to trust that I have not gone crazy or evil. He sees I am about to climb the fence, and tries to save me some trouble. He points to the back of his house along a sort of alleyway, and tells me the door is unlocked, and just to run through his house, rather than climb fences. I do so, and the entire location changes. Now instead of behind the church in Buena Park, I am in the streets surrounding Lake Jessamine in Orlando. Somehow there is somebody else with me. I don't know who, and sometimes they are there, sometimes they aren't. Its really weird, and makes it hard to keep track of everything. I know there are still people chasing me, but they are far enough behind me that I don't have to worry about them for now. There are also punks in front of me. And them I do still have to worry about. The person who is with me, but isn't, guides me to a house and starts to steer me into a side yard and then a back yard. It is supposed to be the Moran house (or perhaps Uncle Jim's or a cross between the two, which is a combination I've dreamed of before) with just a hint of the Broden residence thrown in ... but whichever house it is supposed to be, it isn't. It is just kind of similar. By this point we've got the hints of Runescape thrown in, because the reason I am running toward this house is because in their back yard they have one of the very few remaining blisterwood trees in the world, and I need to get to the tree and be able to make weapons from it that can actually help kill Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Unfortunately the punks who have been blocking the way forward have caught up with us as we try to make it into the back yard of this wrong house, and coming out of the house are two girls I knew from high school. I know one was SN, the other might have been MJ, since they often hung out together. I try to talk with the girls to hopefully keep the guys from doing anything, but they aren't that afraid of a couple of young ladies finding out what is going on, so they end up shooting MJ, which of course causes SN to freak out. In some way, being shot has turned MJ into some sort of animal. Possibly a cat, possibly something more wild, but still shot, and very likely dying. I am not confident that it will work in this situation, with all else that is going on, but I have to do something, so I lay hands on her and start to pray for her. She is not instantly healed, but she does seem to be doing better, and is now not likely to die. By this point we had reached the back yard of the wrong house, and it is on a sandy beach on the shore of the lake. I take off running down the sand, and manage to get a little distance. A few houses down, I actually reach the Moran house, but the punks are too close to allow me to stop and try to cut any wood, and I don't want to let them find the tree, itself, so I keep running. As I run past, Keffer and Tucker are is the yard, and give me a friendly bark. I think about the idea of calling Tom Drick on my cell phone and explaining what I was looking for, figuring I can lead off all the pursuit while he goes to the Moran house and cuts a few logs off the blisterwood tree, but the pursuit has gotten too close for me to call without being overheard, so I have no real choice left but to keep running, now heading further and further away from my goal!
I’m in a house with my family. We’re looking out the window. The window has like, two different layers to it, and they both have writing all over them. Outside, it’s kind of dark but there are mountains and pine trees. I think it’s a really pretty view, and I want to take a picture of it. I go to find my camera, which I apparently left in the next room in a backpack. I take out my camera case and open it, but I discover that I brought the wrong camera. Instead of bringing my good camera, I brought my crappy camera that I used to have in middle school. But, there’s nothing I can do about it so I decide to go take pictures with it, anyway. Just like in real life, it takes like a whole minute for the camera to take a picture, and when it does, the picture turns out all blurry. Plus, I’m having trouble finding a good spot from which to take a picture, since all my siblings are crowding around me and it makes it hard to move or see. Finally, they all leave and I’m alone in front of the window. I take a picture of the outside. And then I try to take some pictures of my face, but they all turn out looking really weird and Picasso-esque. And I’m like, “What the hell is wrong with this camera?” Then I notice a table in front of me, with a card on it. Somehow, I know that my six-year-old sister made the card. On the inside, it has a picture of a lamb and it says “Bless this card” or something along those lines, along with some other religiousy things. And I’m like, “Huh, I didn’t know Annabelle was so religious.”
my mom or i was putting together items to represent the 10 commandments, but there may have been more than 10 (this is all i can remember, i find that recently religion has worked its way into my dreams.)
This morning I dreamed of being In my best friends car again. I don't know where we were headed but I know someone was in the back passenger seat. I couldn't see his face either, but I know the person was a man. My best friend was explaining to him the obligory prayers that a Muslim must do (I'm Muslim). [I]Fajr is the morning prayer---usually we get up and we pray this prayer early in the morning like around 4:30 (depending on the sun). So everyday I set my alarm to this time to pray[/I]. My friend explained this to the man in the back of his car. Then moments later he looks at me and he say's "Infact it's time to pray right now". Subhanallah (Glory Be to God) this triggered me to wake and my alarm went off seconds later! Allahu Ekbar
First I'm at what is apparently a retreat center, it's clearly religious and in the middle of a forest. However there is a grocery store with food and candy. I think I returned to this dream a couple of times and start at the grocery store both times, looking for chocolate on the second time. I share a room with someone else. There is a priest training going on at the same time and N is one of the trainees. There is a ceremony with a sermon and after that the trainees are officially priests. I go out of the ceremony early, trough a back door, and N follows me and says something. I say something about her new official powers. Second I'm reading an issue Donald Duck that I apparently borrowed from my dad when I was visiting. He's there and says something about it.
I had various dreams last night, but I forgot all of them except for this one, which I think I had right before I finally woke up. I was in my friend's house for some reason. I didn't know which friend it was, however. Apparently I was staying at this house for a sleepover. Suddenly, I wanted to go to my friend, Aaron's house instead. I looked up at my friend's parents, and asked, "Can I go to Aaron's house?" "But why?" they asked. "I figured I'd spend an equal amount of time here and there as well. We haven't visited each other in a while, so..." "What about Logan?" they asked. Ah. Okay. So this was Logan's house. "What about him?" I inquired. Logan's mom frowned. "Tell us about him." It's too bad my dream self didn't notice how odd this statement was. "Well, he's a great guy, I mean, he's pretty religious too. Does all this stuff for his church, the youth group, things like that." All of a sudden, Logan's sister walked in, hands on her hips. She looked angry. Something weird about this whole thing was that I've never actually met Logan's family up close in real life, I've only heard about them. So I'm assuming how they looked in the dream wasn't true. She glared. For the next 5 or so minutes, she lectured me on how people should act in the world, and how they could make their lives better. I took it all in, and it was actually quite useful advice. Afterwards, time seemed to fly, and Logan's sister and I were watching some anime. I then decided to finally go to Aaron's house, and got a glass of water before I did. Then the dream ended. I'm pretty dismayed I didn't remember the whole talk Logan's sister had with me, because I vaguely remember that what she said was actually pretty true and useful advice.
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