TheYellowOne

I am not sur ethis site is really helping me, and i dont really feel comfortable here at all.

I realize i have only just joined but even after being here a few weeks i still dont really feel all that welcome for some reason, so i would like my account removed ASAP please.

Happy dreaming guys, see you in a nightmare maybe...

I am in a small commercial jet plane, with members of my family, and we are flying over norfolk, from west to east. It is a lovely summers day as we fly low over the shoreline.

I don't see any Seals in the water but i turn to my niece Nelly and say "look out for the Seals" at which point the sea then gets the occasional Dog swimming in it, sometimes with its owners, often without.

I then spot a hippopotamus in the water, then another, and another, of which i point out to my niece again. And then all of a sudden we see Polar Bears in the shallows, white to begin with, but then the colour degenerates to a dirty brown colour, but there are quite a few Polar Bears in the water.

Suddenly my niece shouts "look, Pigs!" and sure enough, in the shallows are pigs wallowing in the sea water, several of them. And their all dark brown pigs.

The place suddenly begins to bank left and plunges down towards the sea, but narrowly missing it as the plane rears back up again. As this happened i could feel my stomach being pulled backwards, like it does on a rollercoaster or, quite fittingly, on a place which is pulling some trick moves in mid air, the acceleration seemed tremendous.

I then wake up, no recollection at all, then halfway to walking to the bathroom this plane dream came flooding back to me, and shortly afterwards when i sat on my bed i breifly recallled another dream, less intense but still interesting to a degree.

It appears i am in Norwich on a shopping trip, nowt unusual, happens all the time.

Wherever i am i have a very good vantage point of the city, i can see over it for miles, but one building really stands out, a massive abstractly coloured red and black building, which is apparently TK Maxx, and for some reason i want to go there but i am unsure which roads to take. I can see quite a few roads leading off into teh distance but i am very unsure which one to take, but internally i decide to use my iphones satnav to guide me.

Interesting I say? well yes, because it appears i am viewing this dream through some kind of Instagram filter, X-Pro, giving my dream the feel of a cross processed look, which used to be a photography thing back in the day of 35mm film, we processed c41 film in E-6 chemicals, or vice versa, to make the colours a bit more funkier, now all you need to do to get that look is swipe a touchscreen on a mobile phone.

Interested if anyone else experiences colour shifts in dreams, this happens a fair bit to me, i sometimes even see monochrome in my colour dreams. As a side note, i have had a camera in my hand since the 80s so maybe thats why i dream like this?

Oh, and i never have and never will shop in tk maxx, i just dont like their stores, too cluttered and confusing.

This dream takes place at night time, on what appears to be an empty airstrip, with a row of tal floodlights erected upon tripods which 100s of people gather around.

I can hear rave music, very generic, as i walk along this airstrip, and i can also see others behind a fence waiting to get in. I then get flashbacks of actual flyers that once advertised these rave parties waaaaay back in the early 90's.

The dream suddenly shifts a bit, i now find myself indoors, in an almost white room, with grass on the floor, UV lights which makes everything glow brightly, and there is one lone raver on the dancefloor waving his arms about but not moving his feet. There is an opening and i go through it, and naturally i see pigs, real pigs, snuffling about on the floor, but the pigs look strange, their actually covered in orange "cow like" markings.

Now i am outside again and it is an early summers evening, another airstrip, this time one i actually recognize from the waking world as a place where i once had a fab night out partying til the sun came up.

As the dream continues, i find myself milling with 1000s of other ravers waiting patiently for the party to begin. There seems to be cars driving about with no wheels on them, not only that but i soon find myself in a car at this dream location, just looking for somewhere to park.

I do not recall much more of this, aside from the fact that it felt so real, specially the first and last parts that i can remember, among the floodlights on an airstrip, as i did go to many parties on airstrips/airfields/hangers from 1989 onwards, the last one being 1993, a Perception all nighter on an airstrip, this was the last part of my dream.

In reality myself and my friend Arfur, arrived at like 5pm, joining about 50 or so others to wait, it was a lovely summers day on april 30th, so we head towards the marquees and sit on the grass to smoke some reefer before the party began. Some hours later this is rumour that the rave had been cancelled, and a little later more, we ran towards the marquees and had a gib party anyway.

In the dream i only dream about waiting during the early evening, when more and more were gathering for the same reasons as us. Its a shame that dream didnt go all the way to the actual party, as my memories of that night are fading fast now anyway.

I dont know what the cow marked pigs represented, maybe the police, thats what we call the police sometimes, which is wrong i know, pigs are sensitive and intelligent animals whereas the police...

Anyway, not a bad dream in all, quite vivid, id say 11/15 for vividness, but i have no idea how long this dream lasted.

I also had fragments of american wrestler The Ultimate Warrior appear, not surprising as i read before bed that he had sadly passed away, i briefly watched american wrestling in the early 90s and he was my favourite, he just looked so powerful and striking, the best mullet in the business. RIP you giant.

The Wash is the square-mouthed bay and estuary on the northwest margin of East Anglia on the east coast of England, where Norfolk meets Lincolnshire. From Hunstanton you can see Skegness from 10 mimes away across the water. When the tide goes out, mudflats appear to go on for miles across the Wash, giving the notion that one could walk from HUnstanton to Skegness, of course you cant really as there are deep channels in the wash.

But my dreams do not see things this way.

I dream of The Wash often, not surprising as i spend a great deal of time around the coastline of the Wash, at the nature reserves of west norfolks Snettisham, to the sandy dunes of Wells Next The Sea further along its northern shores.

Standing on the beach of Snettisham you can clearly see the towns of Boston and Skegness from the other side, where i usually stand, on a very clear day you can see the Boston Stump, as well as other features of the landscape, over 10 miles away.

However, in my dreams this distance is less than a few hundred feet, i sometimes see the Lincolnshire side as being seperated only by a small stretch of water, closely resembling a river than the sea, but most of the times i dream that i am actually walking from one side, in norfolk, to the other, in lincolnshire. Curiously enough, as i begin walking across the mudflats in my dreams, i often find trees and bushes along the way, as well as other hikers coming from the other direction.

This isn't a nightmare, i do not fear that the tide will come rushing in and catch me offguard, it never does, in fact i feel so serene doing this, as the sun beats down on me, the warmth on my skin is reassuring.

In one or two dreams of the Wash, there are even houses, and what could be called a holiday resort, right in the middle of these mud flats, complete with amusement arcade, small fairground rides and typical beachside fast food and sweet shops (candy stores in yankee speak =)

These dreams occur often and i am always left feeling quite satisfied after these dreams, and i dont quite know why.

No Dream's Recalled.

Had a good 8 hours sleep, i even woke up a few times in the night and willed myself to dream vividly, just vividly, not even lucidly, just vividly for now but nothing happened when i went back to slumberland.

It seems my dream recall over the past few days has gone down a heck of a lot, just before i joined DV i was remembering 4 to 5 dreams a night sometimes,, maybe i am trying too hard to remember them, can one really try too hard?

I do do all things necessary, i do a recap on the journal in bed last thing at night, then do my mantra's*, then when i wake up i try to be as still as possible, but i am still really sleepy when i wake so i end up shifting my body without realizing it, if only i can remain completely still in bed then i might remember more of the nights adventures.

As a side note, i am still immersing myself with dream related literature, i have now read ETWOLD by LaBerge, as well as Daniel Loves Are You Dreaming, and i am now almost midway through Charlie Morleys Dreams Of Awakening, usually i am a speedy reader, but i am taking my time with these books, more than i usually spend reading them anyway, i often find myself taking a step back and analyzing what i just read.

I will continue reading these books for now, but for the time being i will relinguish the pressure to recall my dreams, obviously meditate before bed, but i wont be willing myself so hard to remember my dreams.

* My mantra is this... "When i wake up I shall remain perfectly still, and will remember my dreams completely"

Mantra's can be very powerful, so it would be reassuring to know that i have chosen my words wisely, if not, and if anyone has any suggestions as to how i could word the aforementioned mantra, please do leave a comment or invade my dream or something, maybe not invade, just knock on one of my dream doors and ill let you in

I awoke with the vaguest memories of flower vases.

Three hours later a conversation with my mother in the waking world suddenly reminded me of a dream i forgotten about, that i had missed Easter.

Nothing much to say about the dream aside from the fact that i kinda knew easter hadn't happened, but i dismissed the notion instantly. The dream took place in the living room by the back window. My mum was there, and i remember seeing easter eggs, but thats about all i can recall, very hazy dream recall this morning.

The dream begins inside my house, by the front door. I am scared to go outside, slightly apprehensive, but i long to feel the fresh cool air on my skin.

My blonde hair frames the scene, and i notice my sleeves and arms more than any other part of me, i appear to be wearing my turquoise H&M top. Eventually i slowly open the door and take a step outside into the cool early morning air. The door opens up to a sideroad very close by*, and i slowly begin to walk out into the twilight morning, slightly covered in mist, with a pale blue hue everywhere.



I move away from the house, never looking back, but i can feel water in my eyes welling up for some reason, so i search myself for some tissue, noticing that now i am wearing a completely different top but thinking to myself It's warmer than my other top. I am now wearing a black pvc blouse which i bought a while back for a photoshoot.

I forget the tissue and my eyes seem normal now, and i continue walking down that side road, looking to my right all the time, and noticing a nearby compost heap, which for some reason has smoke billowing from it, but the smoke never reaching very far up in the sky, it appears to fade mere feet above the compost heap, which now has flames and a few bits of wood as expected.

Suddenly i am behind some garages nearby, and i head to my garage where i keep my car and I find several garage doors open, as well as my own, but my car is in there, my old Nova**. Its doors are open and my clothing has been ransacked***!

I then notice a door which i had never seen before, at the back of the garage, through it i can see the inside of someones house.

Suddenly i am inside this house, looking out of the window at a scene unfamiliar to me, and it is night time, and there is someone standing under a street lamp with a bag in their hand. My perspective shifts and i am now viewing this from the other direction, and outside, and the house i was once in now appears to be a hospital, with a multi story carpark next to it. I know this place, it was the hospital i spent much time in as a child.

Now i am that person standing outside, and with me is a small tan coloured dog, not the dog from my childhood, but one very familiar, and sympathetic, as the dog looks up at me and wags his tail as his face forms that of a smile, reassuring and honest.

Nothing much after this aside from hazy memories of shopping, seeing my friend Stephen briefly, and being back home.

* In the dream the front of my house seemingly flipped 45 degrees facing west, and 100 feet down the road.

** The Nova was my first car and i locked it in these secure garages at night time, never once got broken into.

*** Before i came out, i kept female clothing in my car to change into and i was eternally worried that someone might break in and find them.

This dream occured about two weeks ago, worth mentioning if only for the personal insight it offers me of myself. Everything ties up here, though the compost heap thing is weird, its my second dream in as many weeks to feature a compost heap.

I thought i would create an image of the dream, crafted in photoshop of 3 seperate images, one i borrowed from the internets, and 2 of my own, the scene itself and me. I cannot possibly say if i wore high heels when outside, or inside, but i usually do in reality so i assume i do in dreamland.

Naturally this dream occurs in the old assembly hall of my primary school, with school desks and chairs dotted around the hall.

By one desk and chair are a few scattered photoraphs, nothing of note to recall aside from neither of them had any details, just blurry images, though one photograph i do pick up does have an image on it.

The image is of the back of some house, and it feels very familiar to me, the window frames are brown and wooden, possibly stained, and there are objects in front of the house which must be my dream representation of Wheelie Bins.

However upon picking up this image, i notice all is not what it seems, it appears that if i tilt the photo, the angle of the image changes, like a very good 3d photo, in fact it was almost like holding a mirror in both hands and watching the reflected perspective change as i hold it at various angles. I tilt the photo to the left and i can see whats in front of the house, and also its side walls, which is remarkable because initially the image is of a house that is part of a row of houses all joined together.

Upon waking i felt strongly that the house in the photo was my dream representation of my former childhood home on the other side of town.

I am at work, and for some reason Martie is there over my shoulder, watching my every move, making me feel very self conscious.

After observing my work for a while, he then questions me about why i work the way i do, why i do the things i do, etc, and i answer with clarity and resolve, but he then pushes me further into why i work the way i do.

The dream then shifts a tad, and for some reason we are watching a yootoobz vidyo, it reminded me of those dreadful H&S videos we are forced to watch now and then, and Martie seems fixated on something in this video, and he bangs on about a pen for some reason, i see no pen in the video but suddenly a red Berol pen does indeed pop up, as expected.

I woke up right then thinking, i had one of those pens once!

Not surprising i dreampt of pens, i was searching amazon for a good fountain pen before i went to bed, and i did indeed see a red Berol pen, as for Martie, well he is our new "agency rep". I work in a call centre for an agency and he is the go to man, the inbetweener. I do not always keep to the script and my calls do last a bit longer than most in our department, however my customer service skills are finely tuned now and i am yet to have anyone hang up the phone in frustration, or provide negative feedback, but Marties being here has caused a few ripples amoung other agency staff there.

And there was me bragging that i have such pretty dreams, this one was pretty, pretty boring!

I am driving my car somewhere coastal and high up, as i reach this apex i can see a lovely view of a bay down below, bathed in summertime sun, with a road that snakes wildly before me, and the sea to my right suddenly changes into a lake that i visit often, and suddenly i am transported back to this dream version of the place i know so well, except the ground is very uneven, and there are sheer drops everywhere, in reality there are no sheer drops at this place, you could run around all day and not get hurt, but in the dream version the ground is very unstable, and it is quite dangerous.

Now i am walking about these grass covered monoliths, looking up at their height, and noticing that they dont seem to stay in one place, they shift position and occasionally fly up in the air only to land somewhere else close by, leaving a gaping hole where it once stood. These monoliths suddenly turn into some space rocket trying to touch down, and there is a panicked crowd nearby, and i realise i am now in the playing field of my old primary school, and i am inside the classroom but also outside as well, very detached from the scene, i can even see the sandpits and waterpits which we used to play in.

This rocket thing eventually jumps out of view and i am now looking over a field covered in apple plants, not trees, plants! I walk nby and kick random apples from these plants and they ring out very musically like little bells, and sparkly glitter like substances fly from them as i kick them, and sometimes hummingbirds appear as i kick the apples, the apples then turn into some unusual flowers, all pointing in one direction, slightly bent also, with these long tendrills flowing gently in the breeze, and suddenly lots and lots of bright vivid colours, swirling together, and the sky is pink, like a sunset after a rainshower, bething everything in this relaxing pink light.

I then pick up my laptop and notice one of my twitter followers has changed their twitter name to Cstocky500, i see this Cstocky500 twice more, and it never changes, the font stays the same, as did the word itself.

Dream fades, i wake up normally...

When i did become lucid upon waking, Cstocky500 was right in front of my eyes, as if i had been looking at the word for a while and turned away only to find the word still there, like when you close your eyes after looking at something contrasting, it leaves an inverted impression. Never had this from a dream before!