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    1. Journey to the White Rabbit Pt.2

      by , 04-16-2019 at 05:00 PM (Moo's Wild Cranial Rides)
      14.07.2010
      Journey to the White Rabbit Pt.2 (DEILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was in the middle of a small dream about something I cannot recall and notice as my feet start lifting away from the earth I was firmly planted on that I am dreaming. Lucid, I hid the ground and darkness engulfs me. I try to shout "Clarity Now!" but I feel that I'm still too connected to my real body and saying it any louder will wake me up. The small whisper seems to have worked but as I start thinking about waking up starts getting me nervous about losing lucidity.


      All of a sudden I see a dream forming in front of me, my brother appears laying in his bed. It forms with the air rushing past my ears and I step into it without hesitation for some reason. I remember for ending up in another bed adjacent to my brother's and immediately leap out and wake him up. I then remember to stabilize the dream and I look at my hands noticing at least two extra smaller fingers on my left hand. I laugh and rub my hands together. I then set out on my first task to find the white rabbit. I remove a black curtain that is acting as a door and start saying "White rabbit, white rabbit where are you white rabbit", through the looking glass indeed.

      I waltz downstairs and as I turn the corner there is a small rabbit staring at me, this little brown guy was not the white rabbit I was looking for however. I felt that this was a trick and started to ask the rabbit for the code. The rabbit reaches for something with a paw so I bend down and into my extended hand it lays down a torn piece of paper.

      I quickly try to read the paper but realize it's in some language I cannot understand with bizzare symbols I have seen in no form of communication before. One word stands out and as I look at it I see it shape bending into the rabbits request, "FOLLOW". Unsatisfied I ask the rabbit again for the code and he simply spits out the other half of the paper charred to a crisp.

      As quick as lightning the rabbit lunges at my arm and starts trying to pry my flesh from bone with his vicious little teeth.Still being lucid I attempt to make the evil rabbit simply disappear as I've done before. I grab it by the nape of his neck and shout "You are not real disappear!", nothing. I try and try again but each time I become more hopeless.

      The last time this happened what did I do? What was different? I thought to myself. A distant memory hits me about needing to visualize it disappearing somehow through some action. Excited my gaze shifts like a lunatic around the room to find something to achieve this task with. The window pane in the door catches my eye and ,as I raise the rabbit to the heavens, I envision his disappearing as I force him through the window. My arm gains speed and my wounded hand whips this fury fiend's neck. Thud. No shattered glass. I start panicking and wailing the rabbit into the window.

      Realizing that for some reason I've manifested rabbit proof glass to sabotage myself I open the door and launch the rabbit onto the front step. Why didn't I do that sooner? Why did I choose the violent option? I was here to talk with a dream character not scare, maim, or kill one. Realizing I am failing my goal for this lucid dream and disgusted in myself I watch as the poor thing scurries under a bare bush my blows have obviously wounded the tiny creature badly.

      With just his head exposed I no longer see a vicious monster but a small innocent rabbit. As he crawls carefully out from the bush I can see a massive open wound. Before even getting the chance to feel like a bigger jackass his fur moves in waves towards it engulfing and healing the wound. Amazing! ...Wait, I'm in a dream still don't lose it now man. I manage to convince myself of my situation as I watch the rabbit hop into one of my shoes on the step. When did I leave that there? Wait. Is he trying to hide from me or ambush me as soon as I step outside? I murmured as I returned to thinking about the small demon it was just a few moments earlier.

      I quickly open the door and turn the shoe over and out he plops on the step. Phew! He didn't attack, we both probably thought, I backed away and left the door open as an invitation to enter. An apology for my hasty reaction, I thought. He looked me up and down then hop after small cautious hop, it wound it's way back to the side of the note I had dropped. I see what looks like a smile appearing on his cute face. "Finally!", I rambunctiously shouted, "would you be so kind as to help me find the code?".

      My realief does not last however as the once cute grin expands further and further. I froze in fear, I couldn't believe what I saw. In the place of what used to be adorable (but painful) buck rabbit teeth stood a giant army of razor sharp stained teeth between a set of snarling lips that had extended to fit their new tenants. He can't harm me, I'm in a dream, I'm in a dream dammit! Somehow despite the horror in front of my I start to relax a small bit and as if he noticed my fortunate transition his fur turned black.

      I sat still engaged in a small staring competition with the beast for a while, not out of fear any longer, but the apprehension that if I moved it would chase.What felt like an eternity passed and still, nothing. Screw this I have to get something done in this lucid dream I can't waste this opportunity I've worked hard to get.

      Starting to feel like I'm losing lucidity I remember what someone wrote in a guide and I shift my focus around to try and maintain the dream. As I break eye contact with the beast I hear a snarl come from it's jowls. I hastily made my dash out the door but before I could slam it shut he wormed his way out beside me on the step. Without so much as a thought I grabbed the little cute bushy tail, the only thing cute left at that point, and flung him back inside. Success! Two little fiery red eyes peered back at me from the other side of the door.

      After all this a sane person might have stopped the hunt for the white rabbit, I however have no claim to sanity and even more so I was upset to have this lucid dream wasted by my foolishness. Whipping around I try run down the street hollering yet again "White Rabbit are you out there?! I need to speak with you Mr.White rabbit." Thinking that if I put more emphasis on the colour of the rabbit I'd be less likely to have a run in with another beast like before.


      Pat, pat, pat. I hear someone but as I look towards the source of the footsteps I see nothing. Pat, pat, pat, pat. Inching in closer and closer and at a increasingly hurried rate but still I see nothing. My ear rings as I hear just one footstep with an thunderous boom that sounds like it originated from inside my ear canal
      . I wake up.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    2. Goal Kick

      by , 10-30-2018 at 02:44 PM
      I became lucid, can't really remember what had been happening. I was in a room laying on a bed, and it was morning. There were people in the room but I didn't want them knowing I was awake. Eventually they left, so I peaked out from under the blanket I was hiding under.
      My father was in the dream (but a young version). I didn't want him there spoiling my dream, as I don't get on with him (he's a control freak) so I shoved him out of a top window. Unfortunately, only landed on the window sill, so I opened a bottom part I created and booted him off. He fell a satisfying distance down a cliff onto some rocks and that was last of him for that dream.
      I then moved back to the bed and manifested some people there and had cuddles, it gave me a very warm satisfying feeling
      Tags: bedroom, father, white
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    3. You can pass into the new world.

      by , 07-07-2018 at 01:56 PM
      I am 35 weeks pregnant and my dreams have become extremely vivid. Although I have not been lucid in a very long time I have not been writing my dreams or doing any lucid exercises to help myself become lucid. That being said I thought I should log this one.
      Everyone is being held in the old world. Its dark not only in color but in feeling. Everything has a grey hue, its crowded, there is a feeling of a void. I’m inline to travel it feels like a boarder crossing. I have my passport and correct documents along with my husband. When I get to the front of the line a man (guard) in what looks to be futuristic military ware puts his hands on my head. I look at him as he does this. I don’t back away but feel confident but confused. I have only love in my heart. He says “You may pass”. My husband is also aloud to pass. As I walk down this huge white stairway into this new world. It is much brighter from where I just came. I hear people talking about insects and love. About respecting all life. I now see what is being created. A new world of compassion. But I also remember a young man who has a gun in this new world and shoots someone. How did he pass? It’s a new world of compassion.
    4. the death dream

      by , 04-06-2018 at 08:54 AM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      Hey friends, this didn't happen last night but I wanted to record a dream I had in the past that's important to my dream history.

      The background is I was very sick when I was about 13 or 14. I had gone to summer camp and came back with swine flu. Not sure if anyone remembers but swine flu had its course of importance a little while back. So, I had this sickness and was in bed or on the couch for a week. I had gone to bed one night at a normal time around midnight and had this interesting experience which tops any nightmare or bad dream I think I've ever had.

      Like most dreams it starts with being in another dream before. I was in this giant landscape that had a valley. The valley was inhabited by ropes for old wooden ships. It was a little bit of a game where my vision was changing between these wide spiral structures made from this rope but wasn't more than 30 or so yards off of the ground. I think I was trying to get through the rope in the structures.

      It's hard to explain the death dream but I was outside of someone's house and simultaneously in a cave. I know we die in dreams often and it's not really a big deal, sure we are dying and we believe it but it doesn't resonate far into waking reality and it doesn't have much to say about our lives, but this is the only time it was different for me.

      I was in a cave with several other people near me, but this dream seemed really important, like me and the people around me were taking part in something important and the feeling was that each of us was nervous and hoping the other would take more responsibility and control of the situation. I haven't been able to feel what other DCs were feeling in dreams, especially not one that was unpleasant, but this time I did. We were all nervous looking around at each other.

      The idea of this dream is that there's a boulder falling down onto one single person. That person is experiencing this boulder falling onto them. It's not like a job to hold it up, there's no purpose between the boulder and the person. The first part that made this dream intimidating is that the boulder is somehow simultaneously getting larger and smaller at the exact same time. The boulder is rumbling extremely loudly and shaking the entire cave. The boulder is more of an idea than a physical object getting bigger and smaller in my mind.

      Outside of the house, there is an RV camper to the left of me. There's two people in front of me, but the idea is that there's eight people there with us. The main idea is that we have to nominate someone to die out of the eight of us. This is where the death comes in. I can actually feel the chance that I will be chosen and executed. The two people in front of me are busy doing something, but I can feel eight people looking at me like it's my choice who gets killed.

      After this, my vision is of this spiral inwards. In the middle is this powerful white laser beam of light. I don't mean a white light I mean this thing could cause anything that touched it to disappear. This was death in the dream. I was at some point in the white laser beam getting blasted. In the dream, I was dying, but I was fighting against it with everything in me. I was not okay with dying. I've been shot in a western shoot-out, I've fallen off a cliff, but I somehow knew I was dying here.

      I was at the same time in the cave, the boulder had rolled down a ramp and now above me. I was supposed to carry this boulder that was gaining mass but at the same time getting smaller, but the mass was too heavy and I was struggling. At the same time, I was in this white laser beam at the center of this maelstrom fighting for my life. At the same time I was outside of a house next to an RV getting volunteered to be the one who dies in this one of eight game.

      I eventually woke up absolutely drenched in sweat early in the morning. It was still dark. When I woke up, I felt in a way that I had cheated death or somehow saw what it was but avoided it. I got some water and went back to my bed but was absolutely terrified of going back to bed. When I used to pray, I would pray for the normal things. But if I was ever lying in bed and thinking about dreams I've had and that particular death dream came up, I would send a prayer up that would guarantee I wouldn't have that dream ever again.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. Day Four: Intensive Journaling (BUST)

      by , 02-17-2018 at 06:28 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 10:30

      Woke up at: 7:20


      Dream 01: More Flashing Images

      Nothing particularly interesting happened last night. I went to bed really mentally exhausted, mostly because of all the homework I had to do, and just plopped myself into my bed.

      I think I remember being in a sterile, white lab with maybe one or two doctors, but that's really stretching it. All I can remember is the color white.

      Also, from now on I am going to be numbering my dreams. Even if they're fragments or flashing images, they will still count towards the dream total.

      Updated 02-17-2018 at 10:10 AM by 93490

      Categories
      dream fragment , non-lucid
    6. Sour Grapes

      by , 02-11-2018 at 03:31 PM
      Travelling to meet relations in Ireland, I get lost. I find a hotel to go into, as mobile phones did not exist (or I do not have one). Outside the weather is bad, a bit snowy and I look down at the street from a landing in the hotel (everything is painted white).
      I manage to get through to Angela's house and explain where I am (a village near by).
      I am getting all my things together in my suitcase when she arrives, far more quickly than expected in her 4 by 4.
      Instead of arriving at their house, I end up in a large back room of a public house. It's my brother's wedding day. I don't feel in the mood to meet anyone and hangout in this back room, where the few kids that are there are. There is loads of food and games of all sorts set out, he has spent a lot. I am secretly pleased that no one much has turned up as I am jealous of my brother and all the relations who are rich. Then I see the piles of food and goodies and feel bad about it. More children start to come in and one of my relations a rotund man with large black beard and glasses. He is carrying a heap of big grapes that he tells me cost 10,000 dollars. I am infused with jealousy again, as yes it's sour grapes.

      Updated 02-11-2018 at 03:33 PM by 89275

      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. ZZZZombies

      by , 02-06-2018 at 08:21 AM
      We decided to go for a white wooden walk and headed out along a walkway that went along the coastline over the sea. It was a clear day and the waters were calm. As we went along we noticed a zombie coming towards us, it was kind of sleepy so we managed to dodge it, and the next couple. We past into an inside corridor and Susan decided she was sleepy and told me we were up to early. So we found a little cabin and went back to bed. No sooner had we done this than the door was pushed open and in flooded about 7 or 8 zombies, all fairly sleepy but none the less scary (They were all male and just looked like bony old blokes with long hair and shabby clothes).
      I said we needed to get up "Now!" as Susan didn't seem fussed. I repeatedly thought about chucking my duvet over their heads and making for the door but as Susan didn't move I just had to wait. Then the dream jumped to us going by road instead this was easier as their was a rope cordon blocking a line of zombies but it was chocka like a mass exodus, everyone was fleeing.
      Next dream I had found a hidden entrance to an underground chamber, a square of white on a white flat surface that fell down to layers when I jumped on it. Underneath was a large chamber (Zelda style) and on the far side was a room filled with old stuff from my childhood, books and toys which I looked through with Susan.
      Tags: holiday, white
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. embarrassing miscommunitcations

      by , 01-24-2018 at 06:16 PM
      Its early morning and i'm lazing in bed when Susan comes in. I do a double take as she is already in the room and realise that the first one is a robot replica. I try to turn off the robot and hide it away but I only manage to reboot it and robot Susan starts talking. And I panic Waaaaaaa!

      Next dream I am in a town in Europe and realise I am being followed. A gunman comes up to me and shoves his gun at me. I try to explain to him that I am not up to anything but am just studying the architecture of the building near buy. He is not convinced and his boss turns up also waving the same silver colt gun around. His boss looks like Paul Whitehouse (a uk comedian). I show them something is strange about the building near buy, the archway defies the laws of gravity and their is something strange about its length.
      Tags: arch, guns, robot, white
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. parking

      by , 01-11-2018 at 06:10 PM
      Things have been a bit strained of late so I was glad to get a nice dream ^^.

      Had been dreaming some kind of car chase. Next I remember I was looking out of my window down onto the 2nd floor, where I noticed a neighbour had parked his car. I was kind of annoyed when I saw him parking another one on the long flat roof there. So I went down and started to push his car off the roof Oo. he turned up so I just started up a conversation to cover up what I had been doing. We chatted and he invited me over. Inside there were a few people sitting around, one was Michele. We sat together and hugged. It was such a lovely warm feeling and she was very cuddly I could have stayed there forever
      Tags: white
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    10. thugs

      by , 12-14-2017 at 06:02 PM
      I had a dream where someone was bullying me, I could feel the menace in the air and tried to move away and get in a car.
      But the guy just followed me then two of his friends appeared so I was kind of surrounded (or so it felt). They were leaning against my car in sand coloured overcoats, so I couldn't get it. At this point I lost it and hit their heads off the car killing them. I then throw them over the edge of a bridge into the river below but thought they might be found to easily so I brought them back to life and brainwashed them and the other guy into not being a pain/forgetting everything.
      Next I was in a small room, I often get this in dreams, a room where there feels to be no room! the walls and everything were squashed up.
      Tags: bully, water, white
      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. White Moth (and Shopping Cart)

      by , 11-24-2017 at 09:05 AM
      Night of November 23, 2017. Thursday.



      I am near full lucidity and aware of my conscious self identity. I find myself in a parking lot at nighttime. A shopping cart is moving in front of me. Although I am implied to be pushing it, I seem incorporeal.

      A white moth seems to fly from the front of the shopping cart. It rises in the air about three feet in front of the shopping cart before I awake with a lighter hypnopompic kick.



      This dream is a typical though interesting example of the type in which the symbolism and its inherent meaning is solely premonitory of the hypnopompic kick during the waking transition, and as such, is unrelated to waking life or so-called “interpretation”. Self-contained biologically premonitory dreams of this common type often utilize a flight symbol as here. This is because of the nature of inner ear dynamics and the ascending reticular activating system. (When one is unconscious, one does not usually viably perceive one’s real physical body, which often creates a sense of floating, falling, or associations with flight.)

      The parking lot represents the transitional state between dreaming and waking and is usually unrelated to conscious self factors.

      The white moth, inherently a natural biological symbol rather than an “interpretable” feature, relates to the circadian rhythms of the sleep cycle in three different ways. One, its whiteness is associated with the moon and sleeping at night (especially as it is airborne as an analogy to the moon being in the sky). Two, its nocturnal nature (most moths, but not all, are nocturnal) is also relevant to sleeping at night and being in the dream state during a specific time in the sleep cycle. Three, the flight symbol aspect has already been explained in the third paragraph above. This type of dream occurs at least once during every normal sleeping period (and has for over fifty years), though more often involves walking through a city at night and tripping over the curb and “falling”, also directly biologically premonitory of the hypnopompic kick or waking start, as well as spontaneous muscle tension and release, and unrelated to real life.

      As fully explained in numerous past entries, the hypnopompic waking mechanism (waking start) and its biologically premonitory dream-related events leading up to it by way of the waking transition (and the ascending reticular activating system) are more vivid and intense when I have done a lot more walking prior to sleep, which proves that this dream’s symbolism is based on biology and anticipation of waking, not some sort of nebulous occult “symbolism” as found in so-called dream dictionaries or other nonsensical publications.

      The shopping cart’s appearance is a literal remnant (though its perceived movement symbolizes the real-time waking shift during unconsciousness), not an “interpretable” feature, similar to a bed as a literal dream state indicator (as is being undressed in public as one does not typically wear clothes to bed), as I had been pushing a shopping cart around for about two hours prior to going to bed. In fact, walking a lot while pushing the shopping cart is why this dream’s symbolism is as it is concerning the specific nature of the hypnopompic waking start and the spontaneous release of muscle tension in unconsciousness.

      This dream lacks the personified preconscious common to other dream types. As the hypnopompic waking start is the waking mechanism (and as a result has more energies linked to the physical body), a personified preconscious is not needed to initiate waking (for example, from such as imaginary conflict, perceived “intrusion”, or being chased by the preconscious waking function). Also, when lucid, the dream self obviously takes on more threads of the conscious self identity, thus is already closer to viable consciousness.

      This dream renders and utilizes “exit flight waking symbolism” in incidental contrast to “return flight waking symbolism” (both very common types of waking symbolism) as in dreams such as “Kite or Bird? Self-Breaking Window?” from November 9, 2016 (though there are thousands more in my personal database). There seems to be no difference other than the factors of circadian rhythms dynamics, that is, the white moth flying away from me symbolizes associations with nighttime becoming more dominant in my semi-conscious state and the dream self to continue to sleep and experience additional dreams, while in the other dream, the white bird flying towards me is more about the cessation of the dream state (and its coalescence “back” into the unconscious) towards morning, especially regarding the window-breaking symbolism (the increase of neural energies eliminating the illusion of the dream state), the bird related to the “return” of my conscious self identity in that case (and despite the fact that some birds hunt at night, a bird of that appearance is more associated with daytime). Such symbolism has been inherent to my dreaming history since early childhood in the same context but usually with unique scenarios and elements. I am fully familiar with its meaning and virtually infinite variations and have zero interest in the popular fallacy of “interpretation”.


    12. Red circle

      by , 10-10-2017 at 07:19 PM
      It's hot at the beach and I'm laying on the sand. Some kids nearby are burying people in the sand. I see Louise is there and we go for a walk to a concrete white building, to get some privacy we go behind it. We make out a little then head inside the building, it is very big with nothing much inside except a big red London bus. We get onto the bus and take a cosy seat but while on the bus someone starts driving it, they have to make really, really tight turns inside the building, going round and round. As the bus lurches were hanging onto our seats.

      Strange I don't remember having a dream with a red London bus before but today in class there was a kid fixated about red London buses (he was 4 so fair enough lol)
      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. pools

      by , 06-14-2017 at 06:21 PM
      Last night I had a dream that I was in a pool, a small circular pool. Instead of being filled with water it was more like black ink, filled to the brim and still. The ink water wasn't thick like one would expect but more like calligraphy ink, thin and once sprayed on paper, more of a grey color. I was wearing some sort of white dress, or maybe robes are a better description. The clothing was a slightly rough texture, as if I was dressed in an expensive chiffon bundle. I remember rubbing the cloth between my fingers, it made a delightful scratchy sound, and I could not help but continue to rub the cloth between my fingers. At some point I decided to sit up and as I began to come to I noticed other pools around me, all filled with the same black-ink water. The building that we were in was white and filled with bleached marble. Old romanesque pillars rose to hold the vaulted ceiling, there was no color only the cold white of the building and the black-ink filled pools. As I looked around in naive wonder I saw that in my pool there was a feather, a long black feather that somehow made me feel knots in my stomach. I head the pitter patter of feet and a man came, he stood tall with black shaggy hair, his skin was opalescent, fingers long, and (was I mistaken?) wings? He made no motion to communicate he only picked me up and started carrying me away from the pool. The man (perhaps an angel?) was strong, his build was wiry with just enough muscular build to be attractive to some. His wings were outstretched as if ready to take flight at any moment, when I looked to see where we were going I noticed that he was taking me back to the pool. I thought to myself that I wasn't ready, I wanted to see more of this interesting world, to ask questions, but it was already too late. The being was returning me to the black-ink pool, without so much as a word I sunk back into the water. I could still feel the cloth between my fingers, with its delightful texture.
    14. A 3D Printer, Orthodontic Headgear, No Brains, and Lucidity

      by , 05-17-2017 at 09:11 AM
      Morning of May 17, 2017. Wednesday.



      I was experimenting with a different type of induction last night. Needless to say, it had a very odd influence. Only the last scene is partly based on a conscious script.



      In the first scene, I am in bed in our present home but not lucid. I am aware that we have a 3D printer in the lounge room. Zsuzsanna tells me about making something with it and I assume she means something like a figurine, perhaps a cat or teddy bear knickknack.

      Instead, she brings over what she made and it turns out to be a section of teal-colored embossed cardboard of about A3 size. It is somewhat shiny and the design is made up of equidistant curled leaves with S-shaped lines connecting them.

      The personified preconscious appears, but curiously does not dominate the scene or initiate any familiar waking symbolism. He seems to be wearing some sort of large orthodontic headgear, like a metal frame slightly higher than his head and sitting on his shoulders. We sit facing each other. I see “him” as some sort of unusual “partner” who may actually be female. I vaguely think of my mother (though my father as well for a short time), especially as the setting seems to be a version of the northeast corner of the Cubitis living room - but I seem to think we are the same age even though “he” seems to be around eighty years old. I try to project deep love into his (her?) eyes. We might even have been married for fifty years or so. The eyes knowingly gaze back at me and I sense both weariness and incredible persistence despite the state of their health. I try to be sincere in my love, regardless of how bizarre this entity appears. I want to make sure that this entity is aware of my love for them. I keep staring at “him” and slowly, it seems that she is going to go shopping.

      I stand up and look down at her as she is still sitting and facing me. The inside of her head is mostly hollow, somewhat like a container. It seems very strange to me that there is no discernible brain. In fact, the back of her head is mostly missing. When she looks up at me, a lot of white and red fluid flows from the back of her head (over the lower edge of the open space) onto the floor. I am puzzled as to whether this could be problematic and whether it relates to some sort of left-over brain energy. I tell her of this but she seems slightly annoyed over my concern for her and gets up to go shopping. At this point, the area seems to be somewhat like the second floor of the King Street boarding house, the second room back from the front (north) of the mansion. However, it turns back into the Cubitis living room in the next scene.

      I am in the semidarkness now but a doorway is discernible from where some light is coming through. It is a bit east of where the hidden door was in reality to the room my father built (which blended in perfectly with the knotty pine wall as it was the same piece from the wall).

      I go over to it and look out and see that it seems to be late morning. There is a slight lucidity, which begins to grow. I absentmindedly create several random dream characters that walk about in the yard between the orange grove and the carport. Despite doing this, I am not fully lucid (and still consider whether I am dreaming or not). I feel slightly annoyed that the doorway does not seem wide enough to suit me (even though it is). I use my right hand and arm to actually move the entire right door frame so that it slides back like a sliding door (even though it is not a sliding door). (Despite my age, I do not presently recall doing this specific act before in a dream, as potential re-induction is usually only based on opening a door, not causing the doorway and wall to change).

      I walk over and sit on the ground and have a younger version of Zsuzsanna stand over me and we soon indulge in lovemaking. An unknown young Asian male, in some sort of Darth Vader costume (though without the mask) stands too close to us for a time. I push him away, though not making him fall over. There is a soft awakening, but quite different than the blissful one of one of my dreams from yesterday.



      This is apparently the first time that re-induction was subliminally initiated by the “brains” of the preconscious persona spilling out of the back of “his” head onto the floor. Whatever next. (This level of subliminal control over the transpersonal is amazing, I think.) At least it delayed my waking transition for about ten minutes.


    15. First dream in awhile:Angels?

      by , 05-14-2017 at 06:47 PM
      Something terrible had happened. For some reason we fled to the woods. My current boyfriend got sick, we were in the woods for a long time, I tried to care for him but he got too sick too fast. One day I went hunting so that we would hsve something to eat. I came back and he had died. It was terrible I cried and cried for days. One day I saw an angel he picked me up, he had black wings and told me not to look back. So instead I hurried my head in his chest. When I came back from wherever I had come, I too had wings. They were white, a friend of my bfs wife had passed so he came and visited often in my grief. One day he decided to touch them while I wasn't paying attention it didn't hurt but it did make me feel uncomfortable. Fast forward to the not so distant future and invaders came. Men with spears,you could smell their rotting insides, they smelt of death. Somehow one went to kill the man that came to visit me. I stepped in front of him the spear did not pierce my skin. This made me angry, my eyes became black and my wings became black as well. I spoke but its as if it was a voice from someone else. "I am neither good nor evil, black nor white, human nor god, man nor beast, but you have tried to harm my people and that has angered me." and Its as if invisible threads snapped their necks. And then I fainted, my wings remained black, the man tried to catch me, then I woke up.
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