Akyramoto's Dream Journal

[akyramoto]

I've been having an increase in vivid dreams in the last 6 months. I was previously intrested in Lucid Dreaming but never got very 'far'. Last night i had a dream that is kinda stuck with me. motivated me to start this record. I researched keywords about my dream, but it hasn't turned up much. I am a healer I am in a house, i dont know whose it is. the walls are maroon. there are paintings of a man on the wall. not traditional paintings. it looked as though if Marilyn Manson started using oil paints. they were figure paintings. there were two. i'm still in this house, i can't really tell if I'm standing or sitting. For all i know i was floating. There is a person next to me, standing. It felt like it was a man - but more of just a figure. another one came over to the first one. The first figure tells the second that i am a 'healer' that i will take his pain away. the second figure places his hand on my head. waves of what felt similar to euphoria move through me, it doesn't hurt, its just a sensation. the waves move away from the second person ( but through me). I can sense that the person is in shock or awe, completely astonished of what is happening. 'he' removes his hands. I am peaceful. still floating? I'm not sure, but i am calm. the only way i can describe my floating feeling or my beautiful calmness is almost the way the oracle girl was in that movie 300. Hair flowing, movement fluid. ____________________ i have no idea what this all means, perhaps people in my life going through tough situations & I feel as though I'm finally at a point in my life where i have a enough compassion to actually give to someone, or it least room to take up some of their anguish. i'm not longer used up like I had been in the past.

[akyramoto]

I wanted to share one of the most powerful dreams i've ever had. trapped?? I'm under a house ( in the crawl space) , i'm helping my dad. Light from outside leaks into the crawlspace from the vents around the foundation. EVerything is well. i blink. its pitch black. I'm still under the house. I call out for my dad. no reply. i call again. still no reply. i'm crawling - the senses of my hand seem to be amplified. i can feel the dirt between my fingers. i'm feeling for anything. the dirt is soft. but not like wet dirt or soil. soft like cotton. i'm confused, the whole time straining to see anything - but theres nothing. the dirt is so soft, it doesnt feel like dirt. i sit up - i dont hit my head on the house. still searching with my eyes for anything. i keep straining, and i keep wondering why the dirt has turned into a soft squishy thing. i see faint green light in the darkness, my eyes still straining, trying to focus. they're numbers. numbers from what!?! tiny backwards numbers - then it hits me. my alarm clock. i'm looking at my alarm clock in the mirror - i feel a sensation through my body as i realize that i'm sitting up in my bed in my room AWAKE! in RL!!! that dream really freaked me out. i remember it very well though.

[The Cusp]

You really woke up already sitting up in your bed? That is a freaky dream.