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Earth was under attack from what I can only describe as flying saucers. I was in a strange place, impossible to describe. An area separated from the rest of the world by huge... there are no words for it in any language I know. Like gigantic window blinds but placed vertically, forming a wall that could open and close. I think I went through at some point and it closed behind me. I felt deep inside that my every step was predetermined, and I was always going to end up where I was supposed to be, safely "imprisoned" behind that wall, until the aliens were done with the world (but I had at least survived the armageddon). I felt like I wasn't supposed to stop this disaster, just survive it. I was having some kind of massive déjà vu the entire time. I remembered having dreamt all of this before, and felt like I was simply retracing my steps. I walked out into an open area, and saw hundreds, maybe thousands of saucers descend from the heavens. I knew that soon, they would lay waste to our world. I'd seen it happen before.

In one scene, still in the same dream (where on the timeline this happens is unclear), I'm sitting at a table with a number of other people. They're talking and the subject of dreams comes up. I say I've had lucid dreams before, and begin elaborating on the entire subject. I think synchronicity also came up. I think at one time, I called out "11:11!"

Non-lucid by vivid. I was part of a team of detectives investigating something that seems like a murder but there was no body or anything. It was like the dream started after the fact. I was with this woman with short blond hair which for me is strange. I can actually remember what she looks like even now. I've never seen her before in real life but she was crystal clear in my dream. We are outside in the eating area of a restaurant which seems to also be off of a square or something because there are many other places just paces away with other outdoor eating areas. We are questioning people & trying to find out who saw what etc. Again this place in itself was very clear to me. Then I woke up prematurely because I was having a bad reaction to something I ate in real life, lol


I recently have talked about all these houses in my dreams & I thought it may be my subconscious bleeding over into my dreams of hating the house I live in & have to wait until I pay it off before I can move. But last night I started analyzing this house subject. For years I would go to sleep & construct this dream house of mine. It's a house I started building years ago almost trying to will it into existence. It was the house I would build if I won the lottery. Anyway, for some reason I stopped building it when I made lucid dreaming an actual lifestyle choice. So last night I started again & my dream that I had was much more visible.

Ok, I finished reading a fiction book called "Lucid" by Adrienne Stoltz & Ron Bass. I enjoyed the beginning of the book & thought it had potential but it turned out to be a book that would have been better represented in movie form & left you hanging in the end. It also did not explain lucid dreaming other than a couple of sentences which was an insult to those of us who actually have lucid dreams.


I did start another fiction book, also called "Lucid" but is by Jay Bonansinga. It seems to be a whole lot better. They have tried to explain it in more detail. Therefore, I have higher hopes for this book.


On a separate subject. I have had a crazy amount of sychronicities lately.

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Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown

Non-Lucid Dream: I was in the driveway outside of this big white house in the country. One of my daughters was there & she needed a place to hide from her kids' father. So I hurried them inside of this house. We heard someone arriving outside so we start to panic. But instead of it being him, it was a social worker. When the woman came inside she saw my daughter, who was now floating all around going up & down halls & up & down stairs. She had somehow made herself look & act like a ghost! This was so amazingly funny to me but I kept my cool when the social worker started freaking out. She was hysterical yelling & telling me that that was my daughter & that she was a ghost & I kept saying "what ghost?" and "are you okay" & other such things acting as if she was having a nervous breakdown in from of me. I figured there was no way she could grab her or tell anyone this because they'd never believe her anyway. It was quite the production watching her freak out. She ran out of the house & my daughter & I busted up laughing. She was still a ghost, lol. I don't know where the kids went. Then I woke up.

Explanation: Over the last 2 days I've been reading 2 books. Yes, sometimes I read 2 books at a time. I like to read. One is called "A Graveyard for Lunatics" by Ray Bradbury & the other is the first Harry Potter book. So the appearance of the ghost like this was triggered by these books. The daughter reference came from me talking to someone about her problems just yesterday on Facebook.

Side Notes: Nebulus was telling me about Synchronicity the other day. I've always wondered what all of these little things that inter connect were called. The amount of these that I notice in my life are very vast. Seriously, I have these "Syncs" all throughout my day, evening & dreaming. I'm quite aware of them when they happen & the majority are not typical everyday things either. Any way I looked up Synchronicity & got this.... The reason I decided to read the Harry Potter series again was to enhance my dreams & get out of the too serious stuff & just have fun. Ironically the books make for not so strange bed fellows for lucid dreamers due to Harry having dreams, magic, flying & detailed descriptions of environments.... I originally read the series when my youngest son was a kid. I used to take him to the store for the book releases at midnight & stand in line for our reserved books. (I should mention my husband was also reading them) So when the last book came out my son did't want to go with me to the store that night so I bought 3 books so we could all compete to see who could get it read first. I won, lol. So the series has a sentimental value for me also.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synchronicity


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Side Notes-Purple

D1 - Someone repeatedly tried to copy my super powers. I thought they were crazy as they were doing it all wrong
It was a beautiful woman standing infront of a cresent moon, the moon had a yellow light on it.
She tried seven times making a low tonal sounds. On the last attempt she succeeded.

D2 - On holiday heading back with luggage to a car park, car was gone had to hike up a trail to another car park, feeling lost.

D3 - Going out, on way down the stairs, look in on Sam to see if he wants to come. He is already heading out with a new mate, I feel lost again, and look for an old coat reminscent of past times.

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After dream one.
My mind is contemplating dream meaning, one syncronitiy after another coming to mind of recent times.
Dream meaning comes to me with an accompaning strong physical sensation.
Meaning was that not only do opposites change into each other but other elementary forces can interchange,
such as love becomes fear, fear of losing control changes into pure love.

I felt a burning heat that moved like larva in a tight stream up my chest. At the same time the world seem to flip between waking and dream state, with everything in waking state appearing as a dream sign and sync. My mind was a total rush, as everything seemed to become clear for a moment.
It subsided and the sensations remained for about an hour.

In this dream I wasn’t lucid, but I thought it was an awesome synchronicity/confirmation that there is validity behind dreams. Here’s what happened:

In this non lucid dream I was at work, and a co-worker came up to me and gave me a phone number to call. I asked her to repeat it please because I didn’t catch it. Then the numbers appeared in front of me, and it looked like how they display lottery numbers. Well lit numbers were floating in the air right in front of me. It read 888-####. I immediately woke and wrote the numbers down in my dream journal. I figured, “Yes, I’ve been given some winning lottery numbers!” I interpreted this dream incorrectly.

A couple of days later we received a phone call on my wife’s cell. She said, “Somebody is calling me with the number 888-####. Should I answer it?” I immediately said, “Yes, answer it!”, because I remembered the #’s from my dream. It was Vice Principal of my daughter’s high school calling us on her cell. BTW – I had no prior knowledge of the VP’s cell #. She asked if we’d like to come and meet with an Interior Designer to review a design proposal for a ‘legacy wall’ for my daughter who had passed two years ago. We went to the school and reviewed the design, and it was way beyond our dreams, it was truly a great tribute to her life. Before we left the VP came up to me and said, “I wanted to call you, rather than you having to call us regarding the generous donations to the memory of your daughter.” It was a very emotional visit.

Mantras during WBTB (Wake Back To Bed), “I will realize when I’m dreaming, and I will wish my Daughter and mother in-law, Merry Christmas!” I actually typed this out 24 times at 5:00 Am, so it would be embedded in my mind for when I became lucid this morning. I also worked on body awareness exercises. Unfortunately I didn’t get to wish them Merry Christmas while lucid this morning, but I came pretty close, and there was an interesting synchronicity at the end. Here’s what happened:

I was sitting at my computer trying to do a Google search, but it wasn’t working. Every time I hit the enter key, nothing would happen, no virus, no nothing. One of my co-workers came up to me and said, “Hey buddy, you should use Firefox instead.” I just ignored him because I tried Firefox once many years ago and it was crap. He then pushed me off my seat and I landed in my bed. Normally I would have complained, but my bed felt so comfy. I sat there and watched him try to install Firefox. I then realized I was dreaming, because my bed isn’t in my office (at work). As soon as I became Lucid, he left my room, and I tried to call him back, but he didn’t come. I knew I had to do something while lucid, but I couldn’t remember. I tried to get up out of bed, but the dream ended.

Immediately after the lucid dream described above, I was lying in bed consciously aware, but my body was asleep. I then felt a vibration go through my body momentarily, then stop. I waited about 5 to 10 seconds, and then another one happened. These usually don’t last too long, so I needed to quickly lower my consciousness level, and tried to stay calm, preparing myself for when the vibrations peak with intensity. About a minute later there was a powerful vibration and I tried to leap from body into an OBE. I made it half way out, and I was pushing with my arms against my bed to try and pull myself out of my body. I could see my bedroom clearly, and I tried even harder to escape, but then I was sucked back in. Darn! I continued to lie in bed consciously aware. About 10 minutes later I heard my bedroom door slam close, and then it felt like I was floating on my bed, as if I was lightly hovering in and out of my body. I tried to OBE exit again, but no luck and I fell consciously asleep.

A short time later, I found myself in another dream. This time I was being snuggled between my wife and my sister in my mother’s dining room. It was like I was floating in the air, and they were holding me. My poodle was also floating right in front of me, and she was changing colors back and forth between white and black. There were ribbons floating in the air, and I was grabbing them as they floated past me. I decided to do a reality check, because this all seemed a little bit odd. To my surprise I was able to push my point finger right through my other hand! Yes, I’m lucid! I remembered my plan to wish my daughter and mother in-law Merry Christmas. My sister said, “He gets it!” (That I’m dreaming). I sprung to my feet and called for my daughter, mother in-law, and my great mother in-law to come and visit. BTW, my great, mother in-laws birthday is on Christmas day, so I figured I would also wish her a Merry Christmas and a Happy Birthday. I could feel the dream fading, so I immediately started to swirl, but I was too slow at reacting, and I woke. I tried to stay perfectly still and get back into the dream, but no luck. So I wished them all Merry Christmas, and my great, mother in-law Happy Birthday when I woke up this morning.

As a synchronicity to these excellent dream adventures, my wife received a text message this morning from a psychic medium we visit couple times a year. We’ve never had this happen before, where a psychic medium has sought us out. She said my daughter has been asking her all morning to send us a message from Heaven. She wanted to wish us a Merry Christmas, and to thank us for involving her in all that we do. Also to tell dad (me) that she hears me, and thanks me for connecting with her. She also said she sees some sparkly red shoes down here like something from the Wizard of Oz. Well this is amazing, because my wife just received some ‘over the wall’ flashy red tassel slippers from a co-worker as a fun present, and she was wearing them when she got the text message. These slippers truly are ‘Wizard of Oz’, and this text message really made our Christmas day feel extra special.

Merry Christmas Everybody!

Morning of September 26, 2014. Friday.



I am planning (in my dream state) on doing a “comic book page” of the most vivid version of my “The Pink Planet” dream due to its seemingly paranormal nature (relative to a number of things that are simply too complex to get into in writing). The concept of the “twin Earth” is not unique to this particular “dream universe” event, as it had come both long before and long after November 6, 1971. In one case, it was a “shadow planet” remaining on the opposite side of the sun. Taking a photograph of someone with green eyes (my wife has green eyes) and implementing the photographic negative, will cause the “pink planet” effect as well.

I have completed the page in real life, after this dream, and decided to put it in my tumblr journal assuming it will be large enough to display the writing. In my dream, are new facets of energy relating to a “remake”. The remake is based on some sort of overwhelming emotional nostalgia combining the present and the past. In “The Bermuda Depths” (which ties in with personal events and other connections), the ending shows the turtle that was small during the time that the male and female characters are together as children, except now it is a giant yet still has the initials on its back. In this dream, I see that my wife, as a child, is blowing soap bubbles into the sky, one lasting longer than would be typical - the surface of the bubble reflecting Australia as it travels skyward. It grows larger and larger and “returns” as the “pink planet”, still with the residual reflection of Australia to “inform” me that she is on “the other side”.

This layer was not extensively referenced in 1971 or earlier. I have done a lot of research on causal patterns relating to my main “pink planet” dream. Doing this sort of thing is almost like a sort of meticulous “surgery” to try to piece together how my mind is able to combine so many layers into one to manifest this type of dream. Much of this I have documented before many times. One reason is that certain dreams have earlier “prototypes”, become the main experiential dream in terms of residual focus to recur or “reset” (often in “mid-dream”), and are often followed by a lesser “sequel” or with partial parallels (especially when growing up), sometimes broken up into less noticed nuances a year or more later. It would not surprise me at all to learn if some people had the same “key” dreams, thousands of times, throughout all their lives, without remembering a single instance of the more important layers. In fact, I have actually seen plenty of evidence of this online, but will not go into it here.

Firstly, this was during the time when “Pepto-Bismol pink” showed up in my dreams at least once a month or so - and in such cases, I even curiously reflected on this as the color in-dream, yet it still did not result in any trigger of lucidity. As before, I can argue whether or not my dream would have been the same had I not taken Pepto-Bismol. I also believe there was an influence from volume 16 of the Young People’s Science Encyclopedia which I had at the time. The cover shows pink clouds with a man hovering over a sphere and another one shown in the distance as shown in the image of the cover.



Comic strips the eve before personally showed the usual odd synchronicity. Nancy “blows her breath” into a balloon to (sarcastically) “save her breath”, which is shown as a sphere, an act similar to blowing soap bubbles as in my dream. The other is Snuffy Smith where the two primary female characters look at a crystal ball covered with snow - this of course influencing the idea of the top being the “North Pole” were it to be a subtle symbol for Earth.

Finally, as the most obvious cause in 1971 (at least on this date) was that I had seen “When Worlds Collide” (from 1951) 11:30 at night (on “Shock Theatre” on channel 13). I then watched about seven minutes of “I Walked with a Zombie” (from 1943), the second feature, but was too tired to stay awake and had already seen it a couple times by then. My 1971 dream likely started from around four in the morning at the latest, three-thirty at the earliest.

Were it not for pop culture continuously shuffling me along and giving me “clues”, I may likely have still found my soulmate. The amusing “go to Japan” in-dream aspect as mentioned before, again was accurate, as that is where the airplane landed prior to reaching Australia, something I do not think I could have even subliminally known as a child.

Morning of November 23, 2013. Saturday.

Dream #: 17,141-02. Reading time: 2 min 42 sec.



I am in the Stadcor Street house, though unaware it is a place where we had lived. The house has boxes and furniture in all the rooms, but there is water everywhere that covers much of it. It seems as if there a river within the house. I try to get through one area from the lounge room to the kitchen and sometimes go lower or under the shoulder-high water to pull myself back up while using boxes or furniture to stabilize my position. An old unknown male on a raft drifts by, seemingly annoyed by my presence.

Later, I am outside with Zsuzsanna near a big (fictitious) garage. The area is inhabited by people who are like composites of pilgrims and hillbillies with a colonial mentality. They are xenophobes. A man who reminds me of VonHelton, a conspiracy theorist on YouTube, is present. I was supposed to give him something from the house, but I had forgotten what it was.

“What does an injun and a gypsy hope to find here?” he loudly inquires, waving his arms around. He has a long white scraggly beard and reminds me of the personas from “Bugs Bunny: Hillbilly Hare.” There is a big table where there are old one-of-a-kind books. One of the people near the table seems friendly. Another man looks at me and tells me to be careful with the “one-of-a-kind” books, and I stare him down while telling him that I am “one-of-a-kind.” However, it also seems that similar “one-of-a-kind” books are underwater back in the house.

Time passes, and I seem to be Zsuzsanna, but my voice seems to be mine. No one notices. I am looking through books on family names. There is an ancestor on Zsuzsanna’s mother’s side named either Mark Davids or David Marks, but it seems unlikely in my dream (in real life, it is “Marks,” anglicized from the original name). The book I am looking through as Zsuzsanna while speaking to other people at the table has the names in proximity. One features in a comic-strip-like section (though with real photographs) as a Czechoslovakian pirate chasing another man who ends up neck-high in a river near mossy rocks. (There is a “Czech Pirate Party” - “Pirate Parties were established in many European countries as a protest against the restriction of the civil rights by lobby groups.” There may be influence from the news “Hundreds of rampaging neo-Nazis attempt pogrom against Romani people in Ostrava.”)

I continue to read (as Zsuzsanna) information on her father’s people and the genocide that is still an issue. (In real life, he had escaped to Australia). There is a connection to the word “pogrom” and the name “Ostrava” and other terms, some fictitious, the main word being “Sym,” which supposedly means a pogrom against the “gypsies” (Romani). It could be a play on “Sim.” It seems to be “Sxm” at times. (There was a “precognitive” thread here, though likely telepathic for lack of a better word. Toby had posted “Sxm” on Facebook right after I started writing this entry - his own new shortened form of the name of a radio station he had never posted about before.)

I become aware my youngest son is here. I open a book and in the back, between the back cover and the last page, is a big praying mantis preserved much like a leaf, its wings (somewhat semi-circular) spread out. It is nearly the size of the page. It floats in the air for a short time before drifting back down onto the page, as if from a subtle life-force, perhaps from suspended animation. It is the most vivid part of my dream. My son watches with mild interest but does not speak. I am thinking, as Zsuzsanna, that I should “find my husband.”

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I have added another “precognitive” facet even though the matching dream content of another poster had an older date. It was posted right after mine (so I am adding the “dream journal synchronicity” tag). Ashzepplin’s online dream journal (dream id 189743) no longer exists.

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October 19th, 1968 - In real life, we had visited an old married couple that day. I did not record their names (would have to look at certain old letters which I do not have access to right now) and I personally only traveled there with my father (or remember it as such) one time, possibly connected to the Love family but I am not sure. I think the area was near or at Quail Hollow. At any rate, they had two small owls living in the eaves of their porch - they seemed to find two sections of a concrete block at the top of one section to be a good place to play peak-a-boo from. I thought it was kind of nice to have a pair of owls in one’s home. Looking back now, I do not recall what they themselves thought. I later dream of wandering alone at night through mostly shoulder-high grasses and cornfields (recurring as a younger child) and near an occasional tree. I seem to be focused on finding the owls. I mostly only see shadows and engage in “shadow-play” on a tree for a short time. (As stated before, I believe that one’s shadow in a dream represents their waking self, especially in lucid dreams - plenty of overwhelming evidence I had recorded for that.) I am fully lucid eventually, but still in a state of wandering about.

This brings me to the now. (November 11, 2013. Monday) A large number of sandpipers and curlews gather in a dance of life. It is almost like a ritual. They give tribute to the predators in awe of their power perhaps, but they do it out of a genuine natural instinctive rhythm of a sort, not just as a sacrifice to the naturally more-intelligent, more-powerful hunter-type nor as a consuming fear they may be eaten. This seems to create a harmony of sorts, a temporary truce with the “lower” curlew and sandpiper forms, but which all are needed in the “chain of life” so to speak.

There becomes a point where the timid curlews, when back to back in pairs, are completely safe. Dancing back to back, they fool the ones who seek them - to instigate harm to them - by appearing as a completely different form…the great horned owl…or perhaps a “new” creature even more mythical and mysterious.

UPDATE:

SEVEN BILLION people on the planet and only a very small handful with regular dream journals within the total of ALL the dream journal sites on the entire Internet. After I posted this one (also posted here: http://dreamcatcher.net/blueopossum/15096 )…

Two other people (out of the seven billion on the planet) posted owl-related dreams on that site (even the same kind in one, a great horned owl), shortly after my post (one being apparently pre-dated, as it appears after mine), both with photographic imagery:

http://dreamcatcher.net/ixchel/15104

http://dreamcatcher.net/meghan_oona/15110

You can tell by the number in the URL how close together these were posted and both after mine.

Morning of November 3, 2013. Sunday.



This was another funny connection and recurring dream-oriented pattern. It also relates to my most recent dream. What I saw was a large staff with a golden snowflake design on the top. Inside the snowflake area (the center) was the Blue Pearl floating within an implied globe setup (but the mechanism not visible), but this time I saw it to be planet Earth, shining and glowing, and blue rays emerging at times. It felt very meaningful and timeless and really “shined”. I saw it turn slightly and felt as if it was very deep within my consciousness. A feeling of bliss.

“Suzy Snowflake” was a song I came to really enjoy when young as well. I took another song “Susie Q” (also spelled as “Suzi Q” - my wife usually uses the Suzi spelling for the anglicized form of her first name now), as turning out to be two things, Q for Queensland, and, on a more humorous and lesser note, the omnipotent being from the “Star Trek” series.

The image is another scan of an old handmade pamphlet (made many years ago) which became a sort of personal running gag for my wife and me. One of the first things I had heard about her from a relative the first time we were communicating via postal mail was that she was “fragile”…The play on “I am avalanche” was another thing that caused people to believe the Yin-Yang pairing would bring destruction, but I think it is a reference to enlightenment, or the existence of Universal Mind. I think the comic strip clip is from B.C., the one with the cavemen. The snowflake is usually connected to the six-pointed Star of David (known in Hebrew as the Shield of David or Magen David), though, although it seems eight-pointed in the first panel of the strip.

This morning I could only recall like (one image) flash of my dream and that was me sitting on a bench looking down and there was this green bug on me. I wrote this down and then pretty much forgot it. Well later that same day I had a sudden urge to go to the park and read. I found a spot on a bench and began reading the book The Dreaming Universe. I had a feeling looking at the green and browns of the leaves below me that they somewhat familiar ..well anyways I opened the book, and it was at the part about synchronicity and how the future influences the present. The author gave a personal anecdote and then talked about how it is synchronicity that reflects aspects of the dream in waking life . Well I decided to stop at that moment and travel home, and right then I looked down and saw a green bug on my leg and had an instant flashback to my dream. It was identical to the picture of my dream I was able to recall and wrote down this morning but had forgotten about.