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    1. Helping the Winchesters Fight the “Stork Witch”

      by , 06-11-2016 at 10:58 AM
      Morning of June 11, 2016. Saturday.



      In my dream, where I seem to somehow be a different person or character yet still feel like myself in most ways, I am an individual who has traveled around extensively and I am also seemingly a hunter in the manner of Sam and Dean Winchester from the “Supernatural” television series. I am aware that they have been called in to face the most difficult “monster” that they had ever dealt with. This creature is supposedly impossible to kill but can be subdued for a time until it rises again. It is kept in a cage on an isolated property (I assume in America, possibly Ohio) reachable by an old back road. Sam and Dean are on the scene.

      I meet with them to help them at the location where the creature is presently sleeping in a cage though supposedly about to rise and kill a number of people. They seem hesitant at first but then are totally okay with me being there and both are receptive of my authority and apparent advanced skills (though on one level I know that this is pretense and that I am “creating everything under my will” even though I am not at all lucid in any way, as this is a state of awareness that I have experienced thousands of times in dream states since earliest memory).

      I tell them that I know James (although I actually mean Bobby Singer), having gained much experience from him, and they seem to understand and are happy with it.

      We are preparing for the upcoming battle as we are told by the owner of the property that the monster is stirring. It is apparently some sort of anthropomorphic white stork (with fur as well as feathers) with deadly far-reaching supernatural powers. We are told to get some weapons. These “weapons” turn out to be large pillow-like hessian sandbags (obvious dream sign) filled with some sort of magical concoction to help put the beast back to sleep (another obvious situational concurrent dream sign). These “pillows” which are aligned along the fence (concurrent liminal space symbol), some slightly buried (implied to be at a deeper level of concurrent awareness within the dream state), are taken out by us. I also see a few barbells in the dirt but decide we may not need these.

      We go into the house and one side of a large room is like a jail. The monster is inside but starting to move around. At first it looks like a white-furred Bigfoot but it eventually becomes somewhat of an anthropomorphic stork. This stork creature is ready to attack (even though it is in the cage).

      The owner of the residence opens the cage door and we go in. Sam and Dean Winchester start hitting this creature with the “pillows” as hard as they can. Powder flies through the air but not enough to lower the visibility of the scene by that much. I join in and also whack this “stork-monster” (of human height) with my “pillow”. It seems to remain dazed and never fully stands up at any point. Sam, Dean, and I soon leave this “cage” and start talking in the other area of the room with the owner.

      Soon however, the creature is active again but now appears totally human; a dark-haired female of perhaps thirty. Her hands are raised up and out in mimicry of a spider or martial arts position and she is apparently a powerful destructive witch. As I stare her down, my dream becomes more and more vivid and intense. Orange lightning (conscious mind symbol) comes from her hands and her hair stands up, but I am also able to raise my own hands in defense. Simply by holding my gaze and moving my hands out and around a bit, she eventually falls back and is defeated for another cycle.

      “Awesome,” says Dean as Sam smiles and nods in my direction, both from my left (even though a “witch” like me would not be liked by them in the actual television series).

      After this, we all get in a car. Dean drives though Sam sits in the back seat (on my right) in Speedo swimwear. He is singing some sort of song and using words like “Speedo”, “Guido”, and “Buido” and Dean looks back at him as if greatly annoyed.

      To those who understand dreams and their nature (though there are various types), this is a surreal but typical sleeping, dreaming, and waking adventure all in metaphor. Nothing could be more obvious than that than slapping a white bird with a pillow to put it to sleep (especially when inside a cage or jail which represents restricting the energies of the preconscious state). The white bird is a moon (dream induction) sign, a typical concurrent consciousness displacement symbol, and this entire series of dream events is a metaphor for circadian rhythms and the waking transition as is often the case.

      The clever references in the song seem at least partly related to trolls on the Internet, unfortunately (which is something that in all honesty is pointless to dream about as nothing can really be done about them). “Guido” is a possible play on “Guido van Helten” which in turn is a play on VonHelton, the bizarre narcissistic YouTube troll, who is possibly one of the strangest personas and crazed individuals on the Internet. “Buido” apparently has various associations. However, in Spanish, it mostly seems to be a reference to something that is corrugated, fluted, or sharp. It is associated with “puntiagudo” (“pointed”) or “con punta aguda” (“with a sharp point”), which is obviously a play on my birthplace of “Punta Gorda” (or “Fat Point” in describing the shape of the region), which is a dream reference to returning to who I really am in whole consciousness, as a sort of “rebirth”.

      Updated 06-11-2016 at 08:08 PM by 1390

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    2. Third “Supernatural”

      by , 04-19-2015 at 09:21 PM
      Morning of April 19, 2015. Sunday.



      This is my third longer dream connected with the “Supernatural” television show in recent months that I know of but is not as detailed or defined as the other two and deals more with the actors working on the show (I am present during the filming) rather than the characters they play.

      This appears to be acknowledged as a script I had worked on, which was enhanced by the regular writers of the show. It involves Sam and Dean Winchester finding an antique highboy in a mansion and then knowing it is somehow connected with unexplainable events concerning a monster, which is believed to be a griffin. Dean makes a sarcastic remark something like “Can’t I just walk into a room and NOT find something like this?”

      They find a secret drawer on the right-hand side that contains what looks like a factory hand restraint for a punch press though supposedly relates to some sort of medieval torture (and again, there is only one for some reason, not a pair). An older unknown male, seemingly a butler, approaches them and seems concerned about them touching the antique though does not seem emotional in any way. Supposedly, there are many more “secrets” inside the antique highboy.

      After a time, it is realized that the “griffin” associated with the events and the antique furniture is actually a giant caterpillar that had been living in an underground cave near the mansion. This does not really make all that much sense because a caterpillar, giant or not, looks nothing like a griffin - although the griffin concept and connection may be based on documents and such and not actual sightings. There is not much drama, action, or resolutions of any kind to follow other than the vague idea that the monster may be shot by Sam without additional incident though it is possible it goes into hibernation. At one point later on, I am sitting at a table with other writers trying to come up with new plot threads. Jensen and Jared are laughing at some of the ideas.

      As some sort of hypnopompic sequence, there is a rather dry but supposedly humorous conversation concerning the word “deaf”.

      Sam: "Is it pronounced DEF or DEEF?“

      Dean: "What’s the DIFF?”
    3. “Supernatural” Escapades

      by , 04-06-2015 at 08:39 AM
      Morning of April 6, 2015. Monday.



      This is only the second longer dream related to the “Supernatural” television series as far as I know. However, there is a huge number of older dream records I have not looked at recently that were never online or newly researched, so it is possible there are older ones. In this case, it is concerning the actual characters rather than the actors as in my last related dream.

      Firstly, Sam and Dean join with Crowley to kill hellhounds and other beasts (including the “monster” from “F/X” from 1986). Sam, Dean, and Crowley seem like best friends with a long history of helping each other. The setting seems to be some sort of isolated hall inside a building or offset from this world. Crowley is injured by the F/X beast and Sam and Dean pull him to safety after defeating every beast. I am seemingly not directly part of the action here because I am never threatened in any way even though I am on the scene fully in-body and thus actually present.

      Eventually, I am in a large mansion that apparently belongs to another member of the Winchester family. It is a younger male. Sam and Dean stay in this place while Crowley gets better. Oddly, he rests in a large drawer in a large four-tier chest of drawers, I think the third drawer up. He has cuts and bites all over his wrists and around his neck.

      An amusing scenario is when I hint at what Sam and Dean have been doing for a long time, as the other male who owns the mansion does not know anything about it. Every now and then, I mention words like “supernatural”, “hellhounds”, “ghosts”, and so on. Every time I use a word as such, Dean gives me a concerned “don’t you dare” look as if the other male is not supposed to know anything about Sam and Dean even though he is family. Finally, I say “hunters” (my last “hint word”) which makes both Sam and Dean look at me in an extraordinarily annoyed manner. The other male never really understands what I am talking about, though, as I am only giving clues rather than directly explaining or revealing anything.

      At one point, I show the unknown male the scar on my left wrist. It is larger than in real life (typical in-dream “magnification”) and with several more defined hollow areas. Dean has a scar similar to mine also on his left wrist, though with stitch marks in a straight line near where the hand meets the wrist, about five or six small holes. I explain how my scar was caused by a fight with an octopus-like sea monster. (I even have a vague false in-dream memory of this fictional event).

      Eventually, Crowley wakes up and slowly crawls out of the drawer and his wounds are all somehow healed. He is apparently completely human now. He attempts to move things with magic, such as a book and a stack of papers, but nothing happens. He also now seems only about twenty years old and seems very dejected. A voice comes down from a corner of the room. It is his mother (who has apparently taken over Heaven and has a lot of minions). He does not say anything about having no powers though I am aware he is scared because she demands to see him and he cannot teleport. I am uncertain as to what his fate will be.

      I try to move some papers (by magic) from a high stack of old papers on the chest of drawers but nothing happens. I am annoyed but do not draw attention to myself. I end up leaving and walking out the front entrance into the night, finding myself on Loomis Street walking southerly. Behind me is a cheerful group of about six college or high school students, one being a young version of my wife (which I do not realize until later). As I walk, I sometimes cause, by apparent “magic”, a single maple leaf (there is only one here and there along the way although there is other organic debris on the sidewalk) to move from the middle of the sidewalk into the street. At one point, however, the trick seems to be done by blowing downwards with my hands cupped and works as such. The others do not notice or at least are not astounded or impressed. However, it dawns on me that this is “not possible” (I am never lucid) and I cannot do either the magic or the blowing again to make a leaf move anymore, though I attempt it again several times as we walk. There is ambiguity here; sometimes the “maple leaf” is more like a piece of Spanish moss or steel wool (which seems the “same”) with a very vague association with a miniature cage or cage-like “nest”.

      Soon, it is late morning even though it was around midnight just seconds before. I am attracted to my wife (the group now walking ahead of me) and cause some sort of cable near the sidewalk (probably the large telephone cable being installed here recently) to rise slightly and move around near her legs to stop her from getting too far ahead of me. Another (unknown) female sits behind an unlikely “outdoor counter” on a street corner. Eventually, my wife and a couple others of the group sit down against an outer wall that is somewhat like part of a school. I notice that my headphones are entangled within the cable I had been magically moving about by telekinesis. I mentally cause the headphone cord to become disentangled and rise straight in the air and “plug itself into” the underside of the roofed sidewalk. I also notice that sections of the eaves are like the ground, that is - upside-down ground by which the dirt and a few pieces of debris (as well as a gum wrapper or some such) somehow does not fall. (Do I detect a play here on “plugging into Eve?”)

      I then start to admire my wife’s legs (which are still partly within a section of the cable but not that entangled) and contemplate how to be with her from then on. It seems the only concern worthy of focus.

      Later, there is some sort of secondary dream or slowed-down hypnopompic “epilogue” where Sam is sitting in a dungeon-like room with straw on the floor near an old wooden door with bars. A holographic human torso (no arms or head - just the torso, but wearing some sort of Middle Ages doublet) keeps moving through the closed door at about a forty-five degree angle, ghost-like, but not threatening, causing Sam to jump in exaggerated surprise and puzzlement each time. This scene eventually changes to a dalmatian in the same place barking at, and dodging, red targeting lasers from an unknown source (illogically, seemingly from the inside wall of the room opposite the door, though this actually does not seem to be the case as the dog does not seem to notice anyone with a rifle in the room). For a short time, I “remember” that Sam Winchester is a dalmatian, but then I realize I am thinking in abstract terms and wake.

      Yet again, my dream seems to be partially triggered by something my wife had seen and thought about (which has happened hundreds of times over the past several years). She had checked the details of the “Supernatural” show a day before she usually does (without saying anything). The cables (and “plugging in my headphones”) could actually be some sort of metaphorical form concerning telepathy between two people. That is my guess at this point, anyway.
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    4. First Winchesters dream

      by , 03-01-2015 at 10:06 AM
      Morning of March 1, 2015. Sunday.



      This is, I think, the first clearer dream (though not lucid) that featured the actors from the television show “Supernatural”; Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles (though I did have a short dream of the Castiel character some weeks ago which I did not post anywhere yet).

      In my dream I am filming the popular television show with a small hand-held camera. It actually takes me some time before I realize that I am filming “Supernatural” and become more aware of the actors. I eventually notice that I am walking down the sidewalk near commercial businesses with Jared and Jensen (on their right) through a bland urban area in an unknown city. My dream slowly takes on rather strange imagery. The two actors have larger and larger mustaches when I look over at them. At one point, the mustaches look somewhat like three pairs of bird wings (at different angles) hanging down, like three separate mustaches growing and hanging over each other. It is an unusual though interesting “style” I reason. (The three ends on each side do not curve upward but sort of randomly point outward and down in three different layers.)

      At first, Jared’s three-tiered mustache seems rather mystical and almost creates an atmosphere of authority (and for some reason reminds me of perhaps an outlaw persona from an old western movie) and very unique personal diversity, yet it also seems “wrong” or “off” somehow, though this strange unlikely imagery and slightly eerie unexplainable feeling about the imagery does not trigger any level of lucidity at all. A little later, as they walk off towards their car, I notice that Jared mostly only has half his proper mustache with the other side (right side of his face) being a very thin half, with only sparse hairs. He seems self-conscious at this and casually covers up that side of his face at random moments. I am not sure how this scene relates to the particular fictional episode of the show, or if it is meant to be integrated as such into the plot.

      Later on, I am filming near a large open vestibule directly facing a parking lot. The area does not look familiar though I consider it may be some kind of church. I hear a male mention something about the Winchesters in a loud voice from near the church-like building but I am not sure about what is going on. (It still does not dawn on me that I am dreaming.) An older wealthy-looking woman walks by and I notice some sort of minor disturbance. When I walk closer to the actors, the woman apologizes and says, referring to Jensen, that it is not every day that she gets to see God. This seems vaguely amusing and we all laugh about the remark. When I look down, I notice pieces of her necklace all over the street, both gems and beads and a couple larger yellowish diamond-shaped parts. Apparently, she had gotten excited upon seeing Jensen, absentmindedly grabbed at her throat thus tearing off her necklace, and then bumped into him. Nothing happens after this as I focus more and more on the broken necklace (as my in-dream awareness starts to fade), but I am vaguely wondering if she will even notice it or start to retrieve the pieces.