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2/18-19. 430. Near the hospital and church, but the hospital isn’t there, night The building next to it looks different and is more like an office building, multi story also. Some business lady is outside of it. See some light smoke coming from the front door. Get closer to it and then realize there’s a fire (can’t see fire). I call 9-1-1, but I’m not even getting a dial tone, like the line is out. Call Captain Xxxx to tell him, but same thing with his cell number. Then I’m at home talking to mom about it. Dark in our house. Point that the fire is west (would actually be north). Mom says to try calling again. Call 9-1-1, doesn’t work, then call Xxxx, no dice. Realize that I’ve been annoying and they won’t want to talk to me (What? Haha)

October 31, 2008

Dreaming Lucid Awake sidenotes

I was in the cafeteria where my school variety show was. We just got finished with the last show. I then became lucid and started to think of the things I could do. I picked up a nearby water bottle and dumped it on one of my friends head. (just because I could!) I laughed and said to her, "Ha, it doesn't even matter because this is my dream!" I then went over to the window to look at the outside and it was dark out with stars. There was smoke coming out of the building so I bragged to my friend Cat that I could make all of that smoke disappear right out of the sky at my own will. Using my power I did it and made all of the stars really visible. Then I made a bunch of butterflies come out of the bushes and I could control them around. Then the dream started to fade. I awake and then I'm laying there thinking, I really want to continue that dream. It all came back to me except my location was different. Hey, I'm still lucid! I thought. I went and looked around and it was as if I was in a big living room with a tall ceiling. There was blue carpeting and a couple vending machines and couches. There were people on the couches but I don't remember their faces. I walked over to a light switch to see if it would actually turn on a light. I flipped the switch and a light shined on my friend. It was weird to me because usually in dreams, this doesn't happen. I remain lucid, and walk over to a vending machine. I waved my hand at it and out came a pop. I gave it to one of my friends and then looked at my hands. I counted five fingers on each but they didn't look right. The last thing I remember thinking is, In reality, I'm really just laying in bed dreaming all of this. Then I woke up. I had fun though!

I realize now that this is not a good method for being lucid. Distorting reality makes the dream bland and blurry. It was not a very clear lucid but it was still good. I also realized later on that I performed a DEILD without even knowing it. If anyone reads this, I'm warning you now not to do this in your LDs because it makes the dream fade, FAST. You should always find an excuse to why you have the powers. i.e. when I controlled the smoke I should have picked up something that gave me that power. Or have someone teach me how to do it. You get the picture... If not PM me and we'll talk!

Me, a friend and his drug dealer are in a small, Las Vegas type town. We head to the dealer's place, which is a one floor building with a tower with neon signs on it. As we head up the tower, it feels a bit creepy and it has a green hue from the neon lights outside. We use a ladder to go up, passing by a bunch of circular rooms. I see smoke swirls and get worried that I will get high if I breathe them in, only because it is late.
We are then at a movie theatre in a white room that looks sort of like a small unviversity classroom. There is a door beside the screen that leads to the small office that controls the movies. We pick up the person who is running the movies and leave. On our way out I think about how the people will be pissed when the movie ends and no more are playing because the operator is with us.

I had a few dream fragments I remembered that were vivid, but I could remember hardly anything from them.
One takes place in a Galaxy movie theatre that seems more like a huge indoor amusement park. The other is a birds eye view off my old elementary school, where the portable classrooms used to be.

All in all not a very good night for dream recall, wish I could have remembered a lot more, but I will make up for it when I post the ones I had the past two nights. They were pretty damn epic.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It was nighttime, and I was in the backyard of my house, surrounded by tall wooden fence. The outside of the house was light stucco, and the whole backyard was covered in grass, illuminated slightly by small circular modern lights on the walls of the house itself. There were a few flat, square-shaped stepping stones scattered around the yard. In the middle was a large in-ground pool complete with a few small interior lights, but there was no water inside. Instead, there was fog coming out of it slowly, behaving like smoke but it didn't smell.

I was sitting on the edge of the "pool" with my sister standing beside me. She told me that she didn't want to go in, and so I somehow jumped in right from that sitting position. I was floating in the fog, and then I thought about sinking down deeper into the pool. I began to go down, and I could hardly see anything around me except gray pool wall. I felt my sister tap me on the head and I suddenly resurfaced. She said, "don't go under, or you'll get amnesia."

~Seems Like 9/11~
It seemed like my family and I were trying to get away from something coming. My mother, sister, and brother were there with me. We ran through these long halls to get out of a building. My brother had some kind of pet following us...it looked like a butterfly in a toy car. It was so slow compared to us, so I had to hold it and run.

We finally got out of there and headed to the nearest dock. Well, at least I think it was a dock. The small boat there looked like a suburban on water. Lol. It had left already, but the lady saw us and turned around. I had kind of smushed the butterfly by now...and it was in a puddle of its own...yuck.

The lady 'rolled down the window' and said, "Okay, time to get the noodles out!" (The floating toy noodles?) The boat had already floated near us so we just hopped on. As soon as I got in I remembered about my luggage. "Oh no, I left my bag in my room!" I shouted. My mom said, "Don't worry about it."

So then a few minutes later we had to stop for chicken fingers. (Wth?) We came to a small gas station looking place, and while my sis was getting the chicken; I looked up at the sky for a bit. I told my mother, "Whoa, Mom. Look at the sky." She did. The sky was all blue except for the smoke. There was smoke going out in 3 directions. One slanting left, one upwards, and one slanting right. I can't remember what we did after this and I woke up.

~The Candy Room~
I'm not sure how we got there, but a bad guy had captured my sister and I and put us in a warehouse of some type. I was able to look down and see my sister. She was hovering in something...I don't know what it was.
I think I was locked in a candy room; because there was a lot of unknown candy in there. I took one out, and it looked like those candies that you suck on in the shapes of fruit. It was a humongous decorated pack they were in. I showed my sister, and she said, "I can't see it!" Later on, I woke up.

7/5/10

Had this dream during my evening nap.

I was in some sort of assembly with other people and there was this white marker board. A young woman with glasses had written some political stuff about the president but another woman had immediately removed it. From what I could remember the post was dead on and had put the other woman in her place. I had asked the woman what had happened and she told me to ask the one who posted the message on the board. I spoke with another young man who told me what the woman had written was accurate about our president. ( I wish I had paid attention to the board )
.. So I walked further into the department I was in and saw an open door in the back of the room. From what I had seen the sky was a bit low and filled with clouds. I was unable to see any opening in the clouds to view the blue sky.
The clouds were bright gold in color and I had noticed these still beam of lights peering through them.. thin gold rays of light that seem to absorb smoke from below. I noticed these beams of lights were still but any moving smoke underneath the beam were removed.. sort of like vanished in thin air.
I also saw it was cold out and the ground was full of snow. I also saw this dark path of water crossing behind this room I was standing in ..just outside the door. It was like I was standing on the opposite side of a river watching the water stream on by me.
I notice the water was cold as well for it had ice and sludge floating on top.
So I move my attention back to the young woman in the glasses who had written on the white marker board. She had on a red shirt and sat on this black recliner. She said " I had to write that because that guy was trying to insult our government.." I looked at her and asked what does it mean..she narrowed her eyes and asked me why did I want to know. I looked over at the door and saw a black bear float on ice down the river.. so I turn back to her and said " I am curious to what happen and I think I agree with you".. she still for some reason didn't trust my word so I told her forget it..
I look over at the door again and see these snow cougars playing in the river.. than a woman with a cane struggling to get away from them. I didn't want to get involved so I ducked from her view.. only to see the cougars jumping at her and her cane waving in the air.
I turned to the woman and said " forget it .. I was just curious as to why they backed down..no worries" She smiled and I looked back to the door seeing that it was not an old woman.. but an old man with a staff and he was climbing over mountains..I looked back towards the sky and saw the clouds were even lower..

Weird dream..

Morning of August 15, 1967. Tuesday. (Daughter Amelia’s birthday in 1998.) Rough overhead “map” now included. Confusion stems from the fact that Amelia is supposedly in the airplane as well as on the ground with me (though on one level it may be her spirit on the ground with me rather than her implied physical form otherwise “duplicated” in the airplane) and we are facing away from the event even though it is also “clear” that we are watching it somehow.



I dreamt of being in my yard with Amelia Earhart. This is in the southern part of my yard at North Monroe Street in Florida. We are facing directly to the south even though the plane seems to need to be viewed north of us, but it seems as if I am (while disembodied) viewing the scene at one point from south of where I (physical form) am standing, my “real” incorporeal self looking northward and seeing myself (that is, my “real” incorporeal me - and my actual view - is facing the other dream-rendering of me in my physical form) and the plane is gong down to the left from my “real” view - yet she acknowledges this as if facing the event (rather than it being behind her as it is in my dream view). Amelia stands on my “other self’s” right. An old-fashioned Lockheed plane is going down diagonally in the sky as if in distress, with sparse smoke trailing behind it somewhat. I am somehow aware that she is my mother, even though I am informed by her that she is my daughter, which creates an intense puzzlement in the dream state, as it was also as if she was watching her own plane (with her own self in it) burning out and falling from the sky (with the likelihood of crashing somewhere in the distance). She is telling me how she crashed (or possibly only landed roughly without that much damage) on an island and something about the Japanese possibly shooting her down. There is an unusual mood that she may have been my “real mother” (possibly implied by the idea that on this date Will Rogers, a relative on my mother’s side, died in an airplane crash with Wiley Post, the first pilot to fly solo around the world and Amelia wanted to be the first woman to do this). Near the end, the imagery of Amelia and myself takes on a sort of grainy monotone appearance.

In real life, before we met, Zsuzsanna and I had decided our first daughter (if we had one) would be called “Amelia”, but not because of my dream (and it was in fact the name Zsuzsanna already chose and gave me over the telephone before she knew of “my” Amelia and dream history). At any rate, the August 15th marker regarding the foreshadowing of my daughter’s birth exists every year from earliest childhood up to the time she was born, as do most precognitive markers and is something I have never seen other people honestly address (other than with shortsighted denial and no viable understanding of dreams).

For a closer look at this dream and its real (native) meaning (as well as lifelong markers that many dreams have as well as unexplainable synchronicity related in the next paragraph), it is a very basic and very common (for me) “failed flight” waking transition; that is, something falling from the sky as representing the dreamer waking up (a subtle variation of the primary biological waking mechanism sometimes inclusive of a falling sensation and a hypnic jerk). The airplane (which most often represents a deeper potential of the dream state) is on fire because fire also represents light of day and dawning consciousness in this case. “Failed flight” does not typically mean anything negative as it simply means naturally waking from the “flight” (and “displacement”) of a dream (and this same waking transition can be seen in tens of thousands of other dreams, including those with meteors which is directly analogous to this dream’s content as well).

Additional layers and long-term markers: Wiley Post and Will Rogers (my mother’s cousin) died on this date in a plane crash (and information on my family connections, father as well as mother, can be found in books such as “The Papers of Will Rogers: From vaudeville to Broadway” and “Cowgirls of the Rodeo”). That does not invalidate the synchronicity with our daughter’s birth date; in fact, it confirms it since there are over fifty other date-relevant markers for her birth, most prior to my meeting Zsuzsanna.