D1 - I am in Victorian London, and it is very grim, most of the dream is in darkness or lamplight. I have been assigned some kind of mission or am trying to infiltrate a gang. They are smuggling something and I have to pass myself off as one of the gang. I have to contact someone called major major secretly (my daughter is currently reading catch-22, lol) We are hold up under an archway and then a passageway that leads underground, eventually I come up in the front of a shop where there are two white folders holding secret documents in the front of the shop window, which is old fashioned bottle glass. The dream then repeats itself. each time I try to complete the mission but either the folders are not there as it is the wrong time for them to appear and I loiter to long and am arrested by the constabulary or I am found out by the gang. D2 - I am in a student area, we are sitting at tables practising playing instruments and singing. A tourist arrives and starts bugging me, he has a microphone that opens like a Russian doll into smaller ones. I leave to go horse riding but there is someone annoying there so I use some kind of whip to lasso them off their horse.
D1-At a beach side pool the people are all really annoying, they think I cant understand the moronic things they are saying. They think I am spanish and dont understand. Even their own children are getting hurt and crying they are so dumb. I make out certificates for 1st,2nd and 3rd place idiot family. I give out the 3rd place certificate but then unsuprisingly get into an argument. D2- Really long ass dream about dragons. I am in a bar and a woman sees I have a dragon, just a tiny spirit one that circles round my arm. I tell her she is messing with me as no one can see the dragon except me. Turns out she can as she has an unawakened dragon in her. More chat about legend surrounding dragon. I tell her she is in danger and that I can train her if she wants. WBTB D3- I am back talking about dragons to the woman. We are outside the bar. I have been exiled as when I tried to awaken my dragon 110 years ago ar age of 16 I was almost killed and my soulmate was killed. I felt was my fault at time and agreed to exile. I tell her I am bad news but if she wants to I can teach her meditation and dream work (she needs to be lucid) she needs to grow her dragon spirit, which is a rare white one. Mine was silver but I only have bit of red dragon from gf that died. Anyways badies detect her power output which is super high and before I can cloak her, I have to face off against them. Oh I already kicked some rich families kids ass so they are supposed to kill me for the family to save face. I have learnt some techniques so that I could take powers from the kid dragons I fought (who were suitors for white dragon) so I have blue,green,red and black dragons at level 5 tier. So even though they are higher level I still end up flying around and punching at super speed and take them all down.But I dont kill them. I catch interest after fight from dragon mafia , who enlist me (I dont nind as I hate all the privelidged familes that exiled me) and come out of exile and take white dragon with me. I tried to cut details down was long ass repeating dream. WBTB D4- Now I am third person watching story unfold in a cafe. New woman looking like dream girl from dreams I had a while back. She spots a dragon spirit , guy who looks like philip marlow detective, he is stone dragon. He does some detective work and finds out as her nickname is "goldie" that she is legendary gold dragon that only appears once every few thousand years and only in one realm. A silver dragon exists in London that is her soul mate of legend. But the dragon has been cursed by dragon soceity for a crime and should be dead. Detective sends goldie to dragon school in another realm where she can find out about dragons and info on how she may break curse on the silver dragon. She finds out silver dragon was banished as he did not accept privelidge of dragon title and wanted equality between all dragons. Academic tutoring goldie scoffs at stupidity of idea and likens it to equal rights in human world. She hides her anger but he sees through it and says it is ok she has spent to much time among normal humans and will see sense in time. She sets off to rescue silver but is being tailed by agents and has to leave a coded message to meet stone dragon.
Updated 08-03-2016 at 05:42 PM by 89275
D1- Me and my daughter are playing with her playmobil toys, she is small as usual. We are in a big white room with thick carpet. There are loads of toys all over the floor. I have a load of them lined up. The toys are alive and I am defending against the enemy invaders. It is like a tactical rpg and my troops/ toys are gaining exp. I see she has five green dragons I put them with my heros so they level up to big ass dragons later. D2-I am trying to cover up some major fraud at the local council. To do this I shoot someone in the leg on some waste ground, it is my accomplise and one other. Blood trickles onto the ground. I escape to a local hospital and hideout. At the hospital my daughter has the secret papers but actually it is a folder full of bithday cards with glitter on and stuff lol. D3- There is some conference or something, with lots of people standing around chatting. Everyone is suited up. One guy with dark hair and a beard is talking about how he has a theory about going back in time to plant a tree so its big ass in the future. This seems a revolutionary idea and we all imagine the tree and ponder about it lol. I tell him and the woman next to him to follow me. I do not tell them I know how to time travel as I figure they will think im nuts and not follow me. I go out through a fire exit into some basement area behind some pipes and kapow we are in some other place altogether, it was a time portal. I tell them they have to keep up or we wont get to the next portal in time. We are now travelling through a busy market place and the man starts to look around. I think tough luck and leave him with some gangsters there who will no doubt kill him. We travel on to the next portal and are in dinosaur times and find the tree he was on about. The woman and me travel back to the present. No one noticed we were gone. I WBTB D3- Im in school with the woman from the last dream. We meet some old year sixes and they are looking for some old vinyl records. We look in the badement from previous dream in boxes. Then I realise my shirt has gone and im covered in marker pen scrawl writing. I think this is all wrong ,hey im dreaming! Im lucid and look around me then I wake up all excited and happy. D4- I try to get back into the dream and find myself in the school building again. Lessons are on and I look for my class but cannot find them. I go into a class and desperatly want to tell them I had a lucid dream. but i an told they are working in silence and I get all embarressed. There are no other teachers about, the manager doesnt care. Then all the teachers turn up late, after partying. D5- There is a giant jcb in our yard. Its broken and we need to get rid of it, it takes up all space. We have tried breaking the glass but it is reinforced and just buckles also the roof. We dont know how to break the digger up. d6- class is going on in the room from the first dream. All the toys are pushed to the side if the room. The tree from the other dream is also there.
D1 - In a changing room I am trying to move about using a special location language. There are plastic wedge shape triangular cross hairs positioned around the room. I cant figure it out its in some unkown language. Then really freaky woman with long hair come in, although they are looking downwards with their hair falling over their faces, so could be other life form. They move slowly into room, they detect the movement thingies and use them to follow me Oo. I make it from bench to bench to the top of a cupboard. D2- There are lots of people? with heads that are mostly covered in blue flames , distorting their features. I watch mezmorised as they move like one entity. I find I cant move and wake myself up. WBTB - I decided to find out what the woman in dream one were doing not going back to dream two Oo just now D3- I enter the changing rooms again. The woman (they are now) are sitting talking on a bench. They are using a language unknown to me. It is a language of power and they are from influential families. The one with long shiny lush black hair is strongest. I try taking their powers away by removing their language from them. They dont know whos doing it and I get away with it. D3.5 Long dream wandering around inside of white castle. I am escaping something that I manage to trap behind some boxes also I manage to get all the weapons. D4- Am in a shop that people are using as a changing room to the annoyance of the owner. They are chucked out but more come in. A guy is plugging in his laptop and then hanging washing on the outstretched extension lead lol. We leave and find a load of taxis, sue is hailing one then changes her mind. Then she tries to get in the same taxi as the people who were changing clothes They are confused, so am I and my daughter.
Updated 07-31-2016 at 06:21 PM by 89275
D1 -Borrowing my sisters small white car to drive out to place in the countryside. A large house on many levels with a staircase running the length of the house. It is winter time and my brother is doing something with the heating, I am wearing winter gear indoors Oo. I have to phone my sister to explain about the car, shes kinda ok about it. D2- At school I have to deal with crazy new year ones. Boss complains about my handling of situation. Then it turns out he is partly to blame and could have forseen problems. I berate him angrily. I introduce a new system of rewards which works well and am congratulated by all. D3- In some kind of game world. I am talking with a team mate I have a blue background which is waving like a flag a projection. I am choosing to downgrade.
D1- In an office looking through cases with a boss and one other. They are trying to figure where some account money that is missing will be coming from. I try to explain about an account which gets money put in annually. Ive had this dream before but this was the short version. D2- I am working out the best place to live in Africa. It is another survival dream. I am checking out all possibilities based on various factors. D3- I an at the bottom of a tower made of cube shaped compartments. Climbing up to get to my room. My brother is their and some of my old student clothes Lol. We play some kind of giant board game like checkers. Gary is also there we have missed 5am movie. Climbing down there are many white birds , like cranes and exotic parrots. I am in a tree lined valley. D3- Going down a road through a housing estate. I bump into mckenzie on her bike. She does her smile and gives me her email. Apparently we are going Steady. D4- Someone is using a swirly weapon made of sections of garlic bread that are snakelike like a guy out of bleach. There was also an upgrade [comments] Tried wbtb x2 D2 very nostaligic feelings.
Preface: Too many July birthdays today! With all of the festivities, made it to bed around 1am. Easy practice day. The last 5 days have been workout hell so I gave myself an easy day. Echinacea drops in 2 oz of water before bed, along with a myriad of B supplements. DR 1 I'm in vacation clothes- a type of short sarong dress with a bikini under it(black). I'm walking around with friends and we are in a building with a huge open area. The walls and floor are white/light grey. There are people kind of buzzing around and I can hear "crowd noises". It feels as if we are in an airport, but we are not in a rush to get to a gate. People are shopping and we are exploring. I am in third person view for awhile, as the place is bigger and expands. I can see that the area is a lot bigger than I initially thought. We are on the second or third floor of the bulding/plaza, and there are stairs and elevators to my right. I was trying to find something. I was having a good time doing it though. There is a man in our group; we are conversing. Side Notes: Recall is so bad when I go to bed too late. Colors: white, grey
Preface: Bed at 10pm in attempt to catch up on much needed sleep. I also took echinacea drops in a few ounces of water. I did not end up sleeping, because I could not get comfortable. I was still sensitive to noise (???) I even put in ear plugs but I kept waking up. My body was aching because of working out and practice. I began to develop a slight headache. At around 1am, I decided to take something for the headache and went back to sleep. Decided to sleep at the foot of my bed after many failed attempts at sleeping or resting. I was finally able to fall asleep during the early morning hours before my alarm at 6:45am. Recall is not good; I was so tired and I didn't jot anything down. DR 1 I had been kidnapped by a man. I remember sitting on the floor in a cell (?), but it was rather large. The room was white, the floors were white/grey. I couldn't really see the bars around me when I was inside. I could only see them as a third person. I was scantily clad. The man would tell me to do things- like "bring a dish(?) or plate(?) here" and "there". And "go sit on the floor". I was not the only slave. There were others. We were not "frightened", but more "broken". I felt like my spirit had been broken. Side Notes: This is the 2nd dream this week with a kidnapping. I felt very submissive in this dream. I don't generally feel like a slave IRL, but I suppose it mean being a slave to many responsibilities and still trying to do what I want to do. The colors white, and grey
Preface: After a bunch of family drama on Saturday night, its only fitting that I should have some pleasant dream activity. DR 1 I at a dinner party in a foreigner's house; a couple has invited me for dinner. It seems as if I am on vacation. The walls and floors are white, and the house has a calm color scheme. I go down a hall to the bathroom, but I never make it there. I am compelled to go outside. I walk outside of the house to the parking garage. It seems I am in an apartment or townhouse community. I go to find my bike (motorcycle) and its parked next to another way cooler looking black motorcycle. I look to my right, and there is a handsome guy standing next to me. He is tall, with black hair and brown eyes. He has some facial hair, which I find sexy. He tells me that he was going to leave, but that I'm beautiful, so he wants to stay. I laugh because whatever he is saying sounds cheesy. I look down and I notice that I am wearing tight black fake leather pants and high heeled ankle boots. I keep kind of looking down, because I feel shy talking to him. I smile a lot and he invites me out. I'm about to get on his bike, but I remember that I left my purse inside. I tell him that I have to get it...I then say,"let's go" and he follows me back into the dinner party house. The couple is pleasantly surprised when they see us enter and they show me where my purse is. They admit to me that they have gone through the purse in an attempt to try to contact me, and that they have seen that I have four tickets to the Kanye West show (they are obviously good seats because their eyes are gleaming). I tell them, "you know what? You can have all four because I hate Kanye West!" The guy laughs. The couple gets so excited and thanks me. I leave with the guy. Notes: A guy for once! And a motorcycle! ( A wild side, I like it.) Again with the color white, and relaxing surroundings. Also the color black..last time it was my friend with the black mink coat and today its me with black pants. Black shoes, which i hardly ever notice. I do really hate Kanye. Not as a producer, but as anything else, including as being a human being.
Preface: Bed at 1am. Lots of running around with my bff all day today. Very productive Saturday- we worked out a lot. I attended my niece's quinceañera, which had a lot of family drama. My bff has been in a lot of my dreams lately, because we've been spending a lot of waking time together. DR 1 I am having a conversation with my mom in a new house. We have just moved in. My sister is on the floor getting comfortable, laying down and trying to take a nap. Her kids are running around, exploring, in the background. I tell my mom that I am pursuing a career in art. (?) She's kind of confused, and says I'm a B student in art. I tell her that there have always been people better than me in everything I did, but that none of that should stop me from doing what I want to do. She seems surprised that I have already discussed this with myself, and she agrees. I begin to explain a project to my mom. One of my projects involves using myself as an installation, hanging from a tree. (?) I'm camouflaged like the tree, but I have large leaves painted on me that will glow in the dark at night and will match other leaves. Of course, in third person, I can see myself on the tree. As I am hanging I am telling my sister about it too, and I reveal to her that I have a crush on some celebrity and I'm secretly wishing he'll see it. (?) DR 2 I am on a plane, sitting in first class. Everything is white- the seats the floor, the walls of the plane. Everything feels calm and relaxed. My best friend is doing big things and they are treating us like celebrities. I am writing a book. All of a sudden, my best friend touches my stomach as I'm stretched out in first class. She tells me that its hard and that she needs to work out. I laugh and say something to the effect that I still need work. As I'm telling her about the book I am writing, a guy keeps darting back and forth behind her. She is standing in front of the seats in the aisle ( I am stretched out on what seems like 2 reclining chairs) and she is wearing a black mink coat. She has full makeup on and earrings. Apparently, the guy darting back and forth behind her is a Fed Ex guy, which has to be around her all the time because she keeps having stuff delivered, and keeps having to sign for it. (?, lol) Someone asks her about so much spending - her husband has sent a message about and he's worried. She laughs it off and waves her hand, she's not worried at all. We continue talking. Notes: No clue about the art dream. Again obvious dream symbols, but presented in a completely different manner than usual. No clue who my celebrity crush was!!!!!
D1 - Annoying boss is trying to fool me into doing some work, complaining that my work is not up to standard. She is sitting side saddle on a desk, talking total crap (no change there) to a trainee. I ignore her comments and walk off. I try wake back to bed, focusing on last nights dream, about being in a large house D2 - I see the white kitchen door in my dream. The paint on the door starts to flake as if time is speeded up or under the heat of a flame gun. The bumps and undulations of the flakes turn into folds of fabric, transforming the door into a light emerald green almost see through fabric. It is now a door but also a green blouse being worn by a lady, with long black hair. There is a brightness, from within maybe causing the see through state of the blouse. The door is now a double door and swings open as I am filled with joy, as it is the persons chest and heart opening to me. I awake with the vision still in my head, feeling very emotional. I try to get back to sleep but am now wide awake, it is about 4am. [comment] I pulled these tarot cards today, which are relevant to yesterday's dream and possibly this one. The embrace card has a plant growing from deep underground! and the manifest card as a snake like white energy
Updated 05-21-2016 at 03:28 PM by 89275
D1 - I had a recurring dream (long term) of being in a large house. The house was incredibly familar though it was not one i've ever been in the waking state. It was a sunny day and the house had a load of rooms all on the ground floor. I was trying to stop someone from getting in, with a great feeling of vunerability. The house had a main front door which was easy enough to lock but the back door which was way back in the kitchen (seemed to remind me of a house from my childhood, my Aunties) had a wooden fairly plain white door. I knew the lock very well and kept trying the small silver key in the lock but it was just turning and not locking it. D1 Part 2 - In the same house in the front room standing with a girl next to a padded red sofa. We are talking about new beginnings and that if you are serious you need to sow your seeds deep. Only then will things be deep rooted and survive the tests of time. So we start a journey down into the depths of some subteranean place, deeper and deeper, it is all very red and purple down there and dark. We eventually get deep enough in that other world and plant our seeds. On return I find that plants? of some kind are growing out of my dna and sprouting from my arms, this is good apparently. Things have taken root at a deep level. D1 Part 3 - In the same room in the house, the girl is gone and a boy is their, I am now on a white sofa talking to him. he has blonde hair compared with her black hair. We are talking about synchronicity. At this point the phone rings, it is a white corded landline. I change my talking voice the sound of the phone making a strange melody then the doorbell rings, it is the girl. And I continue my melody adding the new electronic sound, like a strange magpie to my existing melody. The sound would be very hard to describe lol. but is very clear in my dream, a trill whir of lots of high pitched sounds melded. I see the pattern as a three dimensional shape of many sides, snake like, its sides have shades of white flowing through it. [Comment] I have a great fear of opening up to people but obviously would like people to come into my home and have visitors, if they are safe. It is a lonely existence hiding. I am hoping to make a fresh start and build relationships with people in my life. I see synchronicities everywhere.
Updated 05-20-2016 at 12:35 PM by 89275
Preface: We have had a lot of rain in my city recently, which resulted in flooding in many areas. Some people were without power for 2 weeks. There is an area of the city that will not be free of the flood water for at least 2 more weeks. April was our wettest month since 1989. I also have been experiencing a number of roadblocks at work. I am on an impossible project..so to say I am discouraged is an understatement. I haven't been sleeping very well. I've been distracted by a number of things, so I have not felt very in control. DR 1 I was in a home or apartment, with someone, I don't recognize him or his face. Everything in the dwelling is white. I tell him I am leaving for work. I get into a small white car and I begin my drive to work. The sky is gloomy, and its raining. I notice the roads are starting to flood. I get to the frontage road to enter the freeway, and there is water that appears to be waist deep. I make a u-turn to go back home, and I yell and wave at the people behind me, to warn them, to tell them to go back. Not far away from the flooding, I find a parking lot and leave the car. I don't remember that it was raining as I walk in, and I don't feel the rain. I realize I am a little wet, but not soaked. I start down a hall way, and there appear to be classes. Again, everything is white- white floors, white doors, white walls. Classrooms are on either side- with windows so that I can peer in. I notice a girl with dark hair, pulled into a pony. She is very short. She is sitting lopsided, off to the side in one of the desks and I notice that she has what looks like legos clipped to her tights at her hips. She seems to have a deformity, or maybe a type of sclerosis? Anyway, the legos make a clicking sound, which sound like rhythms to me. The class turns out to be a kind of music class, using lego blocks to make noise. Someone would say a phrase, and a student would click the blocks to the rhythm of the syllables. The lopsided girl was really good, and I equate the use of her blocks to zills. (I may be thinking a bit too much about dancing with zills...https://youtu.be/3kdrY9q_gwg) I remember that I need to go back and secure the car, because the parking lot may be too low, subjecting the car to water.
At school miffed at not been in time for something. I walk back into a white carpeted area with a stairwell with silver banister and cube glassed window. There is an elderly man there not unlike samuel l jackson, here has a grey checkd floppy berri on his head. i knock it off his head in my fit of rage and it flys across the the room. It falls to the floor spilling out many lead unformed objects. I immeditetly realise the error of my ways and apologies. He agrees to help me out of my predicatment by singing with me. But when I leave to return he is no where to be seen. I walk into the white and silver studio, with large round platforms for the performers to stand on, with hanging microphones and headsets. Robs group is currently performing in black outfits and time is rapidly running out. There is a main control panel where an old style cassette tape should be placed. I am convinced it is missing and question Georg about its possible whereabouts she is quite aggressive and berates me. It is time for the performance, but I do not even know the tune let alone the song, reminscient of whiplash. I flounder about, then the music starts, it was there all along and the performance goes fine, except for my hystronics [Comment[ I think the lead objects represented unmanifested though forms (being situated under his hat) and that is why it was not his "time" to perform the actions I wanted him too, despite his conscious thoughts. Otherwise usual worry about worsed case scenario for no reason but habit.
(Though not lucid, this first one was about dream control.) I've finally figured out how to work with this house. I've begun simply telling it, out loud, what I need from it - not exerting any effort or willpower, just a statement. "House, we need x thing," and the house takes care of it itself, without any effort on my part - simply informing the house what's needed instead of trying to control it. Amazing what a difference clear communication can make. I'm talking to a servant girl in a room about the size of a closet where she both works and, I'm surprised to learn, sleeps. I ask if she'd like her own room, which of course she does. "House, we need a spare room." I walk out the door and find a new room's appeared, though it's dark and half-finished and covered in dust. "A nicer spare room." Now it's something suitable for living in - and I don't think I looked away, and there didn't seem to be any transition. One moment it had the first appearance, the next moment it was completely different. The girl explores the new room, exclaiming over it. There's a little bundle of fake white roses in a bowl of sugar. There's what I think of as a wildfire at the edge of the house, just small patches of burning grass but I know it'll grow if I'm not careful. I have the impression this is the result of carelessly reshaping things, creating vulnerabilities around the edges. I have the house stop the fire, and though the fire's stubborn, it goes out as I walk towards it. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) A servant girl came running into a room at the back of the household after hearing one of the other servant girls shouting, but I grab her at the door and stop her. I can hear voices outside, and I recognize the voices of some soldiers who were causing problems with that second girl earlier, somewhere more public. They were reprimanded. Clearly they resented it and want payback. Realizing this, I admire the girl who came running to help; she's small and only armed with a kitchen knife and completely outnumbered, but she doesn't hesitate. Very noble. Unfortunately for both of them, I'm in a hurry, so I'm not going to let her go help her friend. I'm just here to track down an object that belongs to me and which was stolen long ago, and which she stole from its most recent owner - a leather journal with a star on the center of the cover. She showed me her room where it was hidden and ran off as soon as I released her, and I start looking through the journal, full of brief observations and sketches I'd drawn. I stop at the sketch on the last page, Jules sitting in a chair with his head tilted back. I feel like there's something foreshadowing about this. And while I'm looking at it, I hear an old man's voice as if he's looking over my shoulder. He makes a comment that makes it clear he recognizes Jules, and then asks me, "Did you follow me?"
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