Thread: High Hunter's Wild Dreamworld

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009.

A Pointless Trip

I am hanging out with my good buddy Zach when this gorgeous girl we know named Krista picks us up in her brand new white, convertible BMW M3 Series. We drive around town and I am really enjoying the wind blasting in my hair and face. We end up driving quite a few miles away to this beach city called Del Mar (It's what we say it is, although it seems different to me). The architecture there is old and spanish like, with red bricks on every building almost. We start walking around and I seem to be alone with Krista at this point. She seems to be giving me a lot of attention, which is kindda nice of course. We walk into a door and come to this place, which I realize is the outside mall (A mall with no roof, although stores do). We then walk into a room, which seems to be some sort of appartment or hotel room. Other people are there, including Zach. I then realize that I don't want to be in this town, and that I want to go back home. I then head out to find a ride back home. Krista seems to feel bad for me, so she comes out running after me and hands me a bunch of quarters, I'm not sure why. She then ends up walking around with me some more around town.

We then come back to the room, where more people seem to have arrived. My uncle Tom and aunt Claude are there (They are not a couple; Tom is on my step dad's side, Claude my mom's sister). I start thinking that maybe Tom likes Claude, because she looks similar to his girlfriend. My aunt has a baby in her arms though, and looks beautiful when she's holding it. We then bust out some laptops and all go in a chat room where we talk. Krista and I are talking together and Zach starts getting jealous, so I kind of drop it. I then wake up...

Monday, January 12th, 2009.

Seaside Festival

Yet another beautiful day to be spent having fun with friends. Myriads of people are celebrating who knows what, but it sure is a good time. With the ocean next to them, they consume alcoholic beverages and laugh out loud as if every ounce takes away the pain. I chose not to drink today, which is a good decision, considering I have to take care of my drunk friend Art. I first found him under a white tent, where tables were arranged so that people could regroup after walking around the festival. He was obviously slurring his speech, yet the ladies he was seducing did not seem to mind at all. I find listening to his ways very amusing, and I cannot help but join the band for more laughter. When I peek over their shoulders, all I can see is the blue from the ocean and the sky, and the white of the many tents, tables, and boats that are around. A sense of well being and relaxation takes over my entire body as I inhale deeply and gaze into the distance.

Suddenly, Art decides to get up and heads towards the bar/store. I quickly stand and accompany him on his quest, for his state could prove dangerous to himself and others. Sure enough, he needs help walking but we finally make it to the destination. I then wake up…

Tuesday, January 13th, 2009.

Futuristic Tower

Am I planning some sort of operation? I scan the dark corridors of the restroom area as if I am about to make this place my escape route. There are small stairways leading up to what it seems to be a public food court, or perhaps some sort of mall, or campus. I decide to go up and explore what lies beyond. To my surprise, there are hundreds of people hanging around in groups, socializing and eating. Again, the place reminds me of an outside mall, with a mix of a campus. The environment seems a bit futuristic, you could even say. As I start walking around, it does not take long before an old friend of mine find me and quickly come talk to me. His name is Drew, a bulky, imposing man who is very eager to bring me to the rest of our friends.

He drags me all the way outside the perimeters, where a few friends of ours are waiting. Krista is there; a beautiful young woman with light brown hair and piercing green eyes. To name a few others, Zach, Robbie, and Chris are also present. After talking a bit with my acquaintances, I begin to scan my surroundings. We seem to be standing right outside the building we were previously in, which is to my right, and is in fact partly into the ocean. There is a small, moon shaped beach to my left. Directly across the body of water stands a tall, white tower. The futuristic aspect is strong in its architecture; the stand is a long arching pillar, and the top somewhat resembles a UFO, with its disk-like shape and it’s more than modern features.

Suddenly, it appears that the reason why I was brought out here is because we are going to swim to that peculiar structure! I am very excited for this adventure. However, as I remove my shoes and socks, I cannot seem to be able to enter the water. My friends find this amusing and tell me that it is too bad that I won’t be able to join them. I then wake up…

hunter i love your dreams!

that first one is so pureeee, and simple... i wish there were more people like you around=)

Likewise linxx, you sexy beast you.

Wednesday, January 14th, 2009.

Fantasy Forest

There is something so soothing and mystical about wandering in a lively forest. One learns to clean the mind of any impurities and is content with simply being. The atmosphere is filled with joy and life, as the birds playfully sing and the wind gently glides along the leaves and branches of giant trees. This forest is no different, although there is something very peculiar about it. Oaks seem to be the dominant species in the area, although firs and pines can occasionally be seen in the deepest region. Plants such as poison oak and manzanitas are also present, along with rocks and healthy moss growing just about everywhere in sight.

My friend Josh and I are truly amazed by this spectacular environment. Our senses are overwhelmed with the visual beauty, the relaxing sounds, and the fresh scents of the wilderness. We cannot contain our excitement, for we are jumping and running on and over fallen trees and pools of fallen leaves. A few ponds are also present, which reflect the rest of the forest’s intense greenery.

Our attention is quickly captured by something in the distance. At first, we cannot tell exactly what it is, but my friend mentions something about a huge bird. We carefully get closer, like silent ninjas creeping in the night. As I look over a boulder, I see this astonishing creature with great clarity. It is indeed a giant bird, which closely resembles an ostrich, yet it is more prehistoric-like in its features. Its legs are long and yellow, with three clawed toes on each. Its body and wings were white, with a few black stripes, while its head was white, black, red, and blue. Its beak was long and horned, and gave the impression of having been used for many things. Its huge dark eye finally moved and looked directly at us. He did not seem to care much for us, for it slowly walked away with no signs of anxiety or fear whatsoever. We decided to let it be and moved on to a deeper part of the forest.

There, we notice the back of a gray horse. Other than being surprised by seeing a horse all the way out here, nothing seems out of the ordinary about it. That is, until it turns around. A long, swirling horn is present on the horse’s forehead. “A Unicorn?!” we both exclaim. We follow it for some time, not believing what we are seeing. We then decide to shift our attention to another interesting creature that seems to be following us.

It’s funny that this creature is doing the exact same thing we have been doing to the other animals so far. We can’t quite make out what it is exactly, but it sure is furry. I think it’s hilarious until I actually see the animal’s head. The thing is a damned saber tooth tiger! We then escape faster than we could even say it’s name. I then wake up…

Thursday, January 15th, 2009.

Underwater Beauty

The night sky is filled with shiny stars while the city is filled with shiny street lights. There is no better place to be than this beautiful ocean side park at this moment. The walkway seems to be frozen, since everybody is ice skating on it. It looks like too much fun to pass up, therefore I join the wagon. My cousin Catherine is here with me. It is good to see her, for the last time was about five years ago. We skate our way around people, dodging this and swiftly maneuvering around that. We are having a lot of fun, until our excitement is captured by a crowd of people looking down at the ocean. Something big is happening apparently.

Well, before I could even wonder what was down there, I find myself in the water. There is a man underwater, and he doesn’t seem to be feeling too well. In fact, as I approach his sinking body, I quickly realize that he his dead, and that a part of his body is missing. What could have done such a thing? I look around, finding nothing. As I turn back to look at him, I perceive a chunk of his body detaching from him and floating away. I find this kind of disturbing, however there is no blood to be seen, so really it is not so bad.

What now emerges from the dark depths of the ocean is very frightening however. It is like nothing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. A strong aura of fear and danger is emitting from its long, serpent-like body. There is a powerful light pouring out of it as well. The first thing that comes to sight is the whiskers. They are long and very ancient Chinese dragon-like. In fact, the giant electric eel itself has a striking dragon-like appearance. What happens next is truly beautiful though.

The eel’s body, which is well over fifty feet long, coils up around the dead man’s body, entangling him with such grace and precision. Then powerful vibrations flow from the sea dragon and the light gets even more intense. All I can see at this point is a perfectly rounded sphere of shiny scales and horns, when suddenly its majestic head emerges out of the darkness again. The eyes of the creature are set on its victim with such intense dedication. Without any doubt or remorse, it slowly opens its mouth and engulfs the dead man’s body with a gentle bite. It is amazing to behold. I then wake up…

Sunday, January 18th, 2009.

Mountain of No Gravity

This mountain is quite a sight to behold. It may not be as natural as I like them to be, however there certainly is something special about this one. Most of it is green, with a few white buildings scattered throughout its slopes. There are also signs of agriculture at the base of it. I am happy to have brought my mother out here today, for we do not spend much time together like this. Our intent is to reach the summit, however I am surprised that my mom would be willing to perform such a feat. I am thinking that there must be some kind of easy way up the mountain, such as an elevator or perhaps a chair lift.

To my surprise, there is an actual entrance leading inside the base of the giant, mysterious hill. Inside, there is nobody to be seen. In fact, the whole place is practically empty, aside from a very interesting room filled with water. As I peak into it, I perceive a tall tube leading to the roof of the entire mountain-sized room. Also, there is a circular opening to the water tank, which seems to be somewhat of an entrance. My mother is now reading the instructions on the other side, and tells me that we are supposed to enter the room and reach the tube. From there, we should lift our hands up in the air so that it propels us up to the top. The idea of loosing gravity and being uplifted quickly to such great heights makes me a little nervous, but I want to experience this.

As I observe the circular opening to the water room, I wonder how we will manage to get to the tube without getting wet or drowning. I slowly insert my head in the hole to see if it is possible to breathe, and to my surprise, it is! I get very excited about it and tell my mom right away. I then wake up…

Monday, January 19th, 2009.

Beware of the Fog

The fog is so thick this morning, that one can hardly see ten feet ahead. The trail is soft, making the run up the sandy canyon very enjoyable. I can feel the fog evaporating on the skin of my face as I jog my way around this beautiful seaside peninsula. After some time, a metal fence appears in the distance of my field of vision. Naturally, I prepare myself to make an acrobatic jump over the fence, but as I begin my leap, something emerges from the fog in front of me. I still make the jump, yet as I land I quickly switch to a defensive mode to be ready for whatever is coming at me. With much relief, I discover that my concern was completely senseless. A well aged woman is also jogging along with her two beautiful Labradors. We exchange brief smiles and she disappears back into the dense mist.

My feet drag themselves up a few yards ahead when, to my surprise, a beautiful view of the ocean and sandy cliffs below is revealed. The sky is of a magnetic dark blue below the gray clouds, while the ocean is even darker than the above. There are a few trees down by the farthest rock ledge, which stand right next to a wooden cottage. This cottage does not possess any walls however, for it stands with the aid of six big wooden pillars. As my gaze is completely lost in this astonishing landscape, a furious growling noise comes from behind. The following snarl is even more intense and fierce than before, which leads me to believe that the lady’s dogs are perhaps in danger. Strangely enough, as soon as this thought strikes me, I lose balance and fall to the sandy ground below me.

Looking in the direction that I antecedently came from, I perceive the fog becoming more obscure and sinister than it’s ever been. A chilling feeling is felt in my entire body, yet I do not feel as scared as I should probably be. At this point, everything around me is completely still and silent, the air even ceases to exist it seems. A blurred figure finally exposes itself as it exits the shadows. The fearsome beast reveals its identity: an old dire wolf clothed of a black, gray, brown, and red fur coat. Although its presence should practically scare me to death, a sense of well being overpowers my emotions as the lone wolf passes me. Then suddenly, he turns around and looks at me straight in the eyes. We maintain eye contact for what seems to be an eternity. I cannot help to question myself if he might attack me or not, yet I strongly feel that he does not mean any harm to me. I even think that perhaps the two Labradors were only trying to defend their master when I heard the noises, and that perhaps the wolf had not done any damage to them at all. The majestic animal decides to stick to his route and at last leaves me be. I then wake up…

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009.

The Russian Girl

(Before I start this entry, I'd like to quickly mention this. I met this girl during my military qualification exams. We spent some time together during the procedures and ended up having dinner together before leaving again. I will be seeing this girl again in training camp thankfully. Even though she was really beautiful in real life, she was even more gorgeous in the dream. So here it goes...)

There is much to observe in this European styled town: such as antique markets, beautiful trees, and a huge cathedral in the middle of town. However, there seems to be something of greater importance to me. All of my attention is focused on her beautiful black hair floating in the air as she quickly turns her head around to look at me. Her eyes are dark and big, yet a bit squinty, as if she has a bit of Asian in her bloodline. Her black eyeliner gives her a wild, dangerous, almost cat-like look that could make any man melt at first glance. As she looks at you, her gaze searches deep within your soul, and once she finds what she seeks, her head slowly tilts down while maintaining a strong eye contact. The effect produced in her eyes during this flirtatious motion is similar to the most abstract of lunar eclipses. As you completely lose track of everything around you, and truly wish for this moment to never end, a quick flash occurs as her silky black hair mask her face like a black fog. Now she is walking away from me, and the phenomenal sensations that were present inside of me are now as dark as her outfit disappearing into the crowd.

“I must find her again!”, is obviously the first thing that comes to mind. So off I go, on a quest to find true love…or perhaps true lust. As I start my strong, dedicated march through the crowds of people, I feel a hand grabbing my arm. I turn around to find my mother trying to stop me. She tells me that we have better things to do, such as shopping and exploring this foreign town. As we casually walk around the markets, I scan all directions to find my beloved lady in black. Suddenly, a wave of testosterone washes over me as I make direct eye contact with her. She is all the way across the markets, coincidentally also walking with her mother, who is also holding her by the arm. She looks back at me many times, leaving me thinking that she really wants to get to me as well.

I finally convince my mother to go explore the other side of the markets. As we get there, I see my prospect looking back at me again, yet this time she is trying to come over to me but her mother will not let her. They eventually walk towards the entrance of the cathedral, where she gives me a final look before vanishing in its dark corridors. I force my mom to go over there, which is easily done. We enter the cathedral and are astonished by the grandeur of the structure. The main room is tall and towering with walls covered in immense mosaics and ancient relics. Though it is majestic and impressive, I am very disappointed to have lost my opportunity. I then wake up…

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009.

Linx in Canada

I’m freezing my ass off out here! But then again, I don’t mind it so much since looking at the snowflakes from up close is very entertaining. After walking for some time, I see a building in the distance. As I get closer to it, I realize that it is my old middle school, in Canada. It’s amazing to see all the kids playing around in the school yard. I hear laughs and giggles and it makes me feel good, yet I try not to make myself too visible, for I do not want to disturb their happy moment. There is an old shack a few yards away, which looks strangely familiar to me. I decide to investigate it further.

There are tools and wooden planks covered in snow lying around on the side of the shack. Inside, more tools and planks are present, which leaves me with the impression that this is some sort of workshop. I cannot help but think that this shack was in my yard when I was a kid. Anyhow, nothing much to see around here, so off into the prairies, I go.

There is a path leading behind a huge tree-bush. I notice animal tracks in the snow that lead exactly behind it. Without hesitation, I follow the intriguing path with my head pointing down at the ground. Suddenly, I look up and a huge wolf is looking at me. He nods and signals me to follow him. I am amazed and I do not question his intentions whatsoever. He finally leads me behind the giant bush, which is now bigger than before. He vanishes behind it and three little wild cats come out. I say wild, because they are bigger than the average house cat, and they are not groomed. Then a bobcat, whose physical features are strongly detailed, emerges from behind the bush. He seems to be following the wild cats. After seeing so many animals, especially cats, I start thinking that lynxes are also present in this ecosystem. Therefore, I look around to see if I could spot one. Sure enough, a lynx appears from behind the bush as well. I am excited to see it! (As I saw the lynx, I immediately thought about a member here on DV. I am speaking of linxx of course. That thought felt like it was bringing me to a lucid state, but I never got there.) I then wake up…

Saturday, January 24th, 2009.

It's My Birthday!

Man, how nice it is to be drinking beers on top of a building with an amazing view of the ocean! My mother, my step-dad, my brother and his girlfriend, and a few friends of mine are here with me to celebrate my birthday. I decide to go down the stairs and head outside to explore the area. The building where we are staying is exactly three stories high, with rooms at the top and a bar at the lowest level. The streets outside are narrow between the crowded buildings, which most of them appear to be condos and apartments. Many people are walking around, taking pictures or just enjoying themselves.

I finally get to a lookout point at the end of a street, where the road forms a circle around a big healthy tree. The view here is incredible! It looks like a mix of a tribal styled, yet somewhat futuristic San Francisco. There are many little round islands scattered throughout the shore. These islands are connected by bridges and are filled with buildings as well. As the sun goes down, bright rays of orange and yellow are lighting up the city with beautiful shades of colors. City lights are progressively being turned on, as if fireflies were slowly waking up on the distant islands.

Suddenly, a huge bird flies right above my head. Everybody around me bust out their cameras and start snapping away. It is hard to get a good look at the bird, for it flies so quickly. I rush to my condo room to grab my camera in order to get a shot of this mystical bird. As I get to my room, Amelie, my brother’s girlfriend, gives me my camera and comes with me to take pictures of the bird. As we arrive at the lookout point, there are now myriads of people present blocking the view. We decide to find a spot a little farther away to get a clear view. “Swoooosh”, we hear above our heads. The bird made itself entirely visible to us, revealing a bright blue upper body, contrasted by a vibrant orange lower body and tail, which follows it like a trail of fire. From the looks of it, it reminds me of a Phoenix. Amelie and I are too amazed to even care about taking pictures. So we drop our cameras on the ground, and decide to celebrate this event by going to the bar and getting drunk!

My brother and a couple of my friends join us there for a few drinks. A few…too many, shall we say. We spend a long time there, drinking, talking, and laughing. I make some random friends that buy me shots for my birthday and eventually hook up with a beautiful girl. I then wake up…

=)!!! i love the one i'm in!!!!!!!

also your birthday one, your dreams are so beautiful and happy!! the past few months i have hardly remembered any dreams and the ones i do remember are weird or about stupid things i tend to worry about. BUT, i haven't smoked ANY weed=0 the past couple days and last night i remembered 3 whole long dreams! so expect to see some soon=)

Thanks for the advice on my recurring dream signs. I will definitely incorporate different perspectives when in those situations. As for your last dream, seems you are quite at peace with yourself for you are able to vividly see/remember such beautiful things and colors. Good luck on your astral travels!

hahahaha im reading that book^^

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009.

Bike Ride

Woah I can’t believe I got a new sports bike! I’m having a lot of fun flying on windy roads with this machine. This road is especially peculiar, for there is a Grand Canyon similarity to the landscape below me. I seem to be rather high in altitude at this point and decide to take a break. As I get off my bike, an interesting young woman approaches me. She is of African American heritage and is quite tall and slender. We make some small talk for some time. I then hop back onto my bike and drive back towards town.

Some time later, I arrive in a small shopping center. As I park my bike, half of it starts rolling down the hill. I chase after it and a man that looks like Johnny Knoxville stops to help me. We laugh at the situation and he throws me a piece of gum as he leaves. I then enter a convenience store where I see the familiar African American girl I saw earlier. We talk again and we give each other a nice warm hug. I then wake up…

Hey, HH! There's a few things I really loved in your dreams. I loved the way you described the place you were in, in the Underwater Beauty dream.

The night sky is filled with shiny stars while the city is filled with shiny street lights. There is no better place to be than this beautiful ocean side park at this moment. The walkway seems to be frozen, since everybody is ice skating on it.

And how you described the Russian women- it feels like you were only looking at her for a moment but that all those little details overwhelmed you at once.

Her black eyeliner gives her a wild, dangerous, almost cat-like look that could make any man melt at first glance.

I also thought the mountain you went to with your mother had a neat idea...It would be so strange to be able to be sucked up through a mountain.

I love how all the adventures you take end up in your dreams one way or another, it makes them sound so beautiful to have! I wanted to mention to you, by the way, that you had two appearances of a majestic bird in your dreams.

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009.

Alien Invasion

With a car full of friends, driving through this rocky canyon is nothing short of exciting. As we arrive at the top of a hill, we can see this dry, desert-like environment stretching for miles ahead. There are no signs of vegetation whatsoever. No trees, no bushes, no plants, nothing. Nothing but large boulders, melon sized rocks, gravel, and sand everywhere in sight. I believe we are here to find some caves to explore, but we have not reached our destination yet. After beholding the view, we resume our drive which now leads us down the canyon.

As we descend the bumpy dirt road, we notice a trail of people walking in a straight line. At first glance, it appears to be a chain of slaves, walking aimlessly in despair. We get close and decide to park the car here, to further explore this mysterious group of walkers. I have a hard time believing what I’m seeing. These people are wearing motorcycle helmets and are fully dressed in racing suits. My friend Mike then mentions that they might be aliens. Suddenly, we are all struck by the thought that they are, indeed, a group of aliens. Now, what could they be doing? Where are they going? We contemplate that they are marching towards the city, planning an invasion. Holy shit! We are unsure what to do at this point. Part of me wants to be a hero and attack them right now, yet there are way too many of them, it would be foolish. From the way they walk and hold themselves though, they appear to be exhausted both physically and mentally. Suddenly, to my surprise, one of them removes his helmet and displays a sharp, human smile. Then another one does the same, until they all come to a full stop and all remove their helmets. They are all smiling, laughing, and socializing like they are having a great time. Wow, what a relief!

All of a sudden, I am now in my garage, at home, with no recollection of the previous events. I am on the phone with a friend, Kit, whom I haven’t seen in a long time. He invites me over to his house for a party, which is pretty far away. I feel bad telling him no, but I do. I already have something planned with my lover for the night. In fact, throughout the whole conversation with him, I keep getting images of her in my mind. I then wake up…

Friday, March 6th, 2009.

A Change of Seasons

My family is happy. It’s been a very long time since we’ve all been gathered like this. It’s also very refreshing to be outside, in the middle of these thin oak woodlands. My parents, uncle, and a few cousins are dancing in the middle of the area, where a circular patch of sand covers the ground. There is enough space in this grove to park a few cars and pitch some tents, which leads me to believe we are most likely camping out here. Everybody is having a good time, either dancing, singing, or just socializing. I decide to join the dancing game that’s going on in the middle. My mom playfully laughs at me while I make a fool out of myself by dancing like a drunken man, even though I did not sip a drop of alcohol.

I then find myself at home, where my entire family is still gathered, and still having a good time. I stand in my kitchen, overlooking the dinning room and the outside porch, and can’t help but feel very content to see my whole family present. This is one of those times when everybody at the party feels welcomed and loved. Everybody belongs here and it shows through their relaxed facial expressions and genuine smiles. I suddenly get a call from an old friend from Canada, who says we should meet up while I’m in town. I am now very confused, for I am in my home in the US, however this guy convinces me that I’m in town, in Canada. I ask my mom where we are and before she gives me an answer, my surroundings morph into a strange, old looking place.

My friend Andy is here, along with his huge backpack, as if he’s traveling through town or something. I realize that I too, have a backpack on my back. Andy looks at me confused. Apparently we’ve been walking for a long time, and I’ve been leading the way. Now that I stop and look around, unsure of where I am, Andy looks at me with anxiety in his eyes. His eyes don’t literally speak, but I can clearly read “Are we lost?” in them. I don’t want to scare him so I smile at him and keep walking on what seems to be a trail. The area is very gray and quiet. The ground is dark and so is the sky. We eventually arrive at a huge building that seems to pierce the sky. The hole where the building pierces seems to be leaking colors into the sky, which is very comforting. A soothing pale blue comes out of the hole to slowly fill the sky with color. The building looks like an old hotel, and behind it is a large metal framed bridge that leads to who knows where. We decide to enter the building.

On the way to the front door, I notice a pair of thin, rusty metal poles lying around on the ground. For no apparent reason, I pick them up and use them as a walking stick. Thing is, they are nowhere near efficient to be used as a walking stick, for they bend every time I put pressure on them. So as they stay solid in my right hand, they follow the pattern of my left foot as I walk towards the entrance of the building. When we arrive inside, I am amazed at the sight we are presented with. There is a dark red carpet on the floor and the walls are made of maple wood. There is wooden furniture everywhere, making the place feel very authentic. Suddenly, a maid dressed of black and white appears from behind the counter. She walks over in my direction.
Since I don’t have a pick to break the ice, I go with “Hello, can I put my sticks over here?” pointing in a corner between the east wall and a large wooden desk.
“You looked depress-ed”, she says with a thick accent.
“Depressed? I’m not depressed”, I say.
“You look very tired”, she says with a worried look on her face.
I don’t understand why she is saying this to me, and it bothers me that she seems so concerned. With great exaggeration, I then purposely make myself look very sad for a few moments.
"I AM tired”, I say, followed with a huge grin, to prove that I was only joking.
The two extremities of her mouth suddenly ascend as high as her eyes, which themselves become very reassured. She walks back towards the counter with a warm smile on.
I then leave my sticks where I originally pointed, and walk away. I then wake up…

Originally Posted by High Hunter

I suddenly get a call from an old friend from Canada, who says we should meet up while I’m in town. I am now very confused, for I am in my home in the US, however this guy convinces me that I’m in town, in Canada. I ask my mom

Originally Posted by High Hunter

Now that I stop and look around, unsure of where I am,

Originally Posted by High Hunter

I don’t understand why she is saying this to me, and it bothers me that she seems so concerned

Hey, these are all good news. Confused three times in one dream, now you just have to keep putting in the effort to reality check, increase awareness, and make sure to RC whenever you are confused or not sure what's going on!!!
Just make sure to train yourself not to rely on dream characters in these situations, but on yourself. Potentially, every human being you come across is a dream character, and the only way to truly be sure is to RC the hell out of the situation. It's very normal to just say, "Hey, what's going on?" But try to learn to RC and to become self-sufficient when it comes to figuring out what IS going on

Monday, March 9th, 2009.

Strange Travels

One foot after the other, I walk the streets of my home town in Canada. With a pack on my back, I’m ready to walk for as long as I can. That won’t be necessary though, for a gray van pulls up next to me. The passenger window rolls down and a beautiful blonde girl smiles at me.
“Hop in!” she says.
I then load my pack in the back of the van and hop onto the passenger seat. It’s Jessica, a good friend of mine. She’s looking as good as ever, and my selfish ego can’t help but think that she’s flirting with me by the way she strokes her hair and neck, while she talks to me. We then enter the parking lot of a supermarket. I can’t tell if it’s a K or a Wal-Mart, but it’s something like that. There are many cars parked in the lot, and quite a few people walking around as well. Suddenly, I notice that we are driving in reverse.
“What’s with the sketchy driving?” I calmly ask her.
“Oh, my car is broken” she says, “I can only drive it backwards”.
As she barely finishes her sentence, a police car drives right past us. At first thought, I get a little uneasy at the fact that we’re about to get pulled over for speeding in reverse in a parking lot, but then I figure that her good looks will probably get us out of trouble. (I say that from experience). Luckily though, the cop never comes back and in reverse we keep on going. I see an old friend of mine walking in the lot and we decide to pick him up too. His physical features are not so familiar to me, but deep down I know that I know him and that we are friends. A few minutes later I finally can’t stand the drive anymore and decide that this is where I get off. My friend also can’t stand it and decides to part ways as well. We shake hands and he leaves. Jessica gives me a very tight hug that soon enough begins to feel like a trap, since I can’t get out of it. I tell her that I’ll see her soon. I open up the back door of her van and grab my pack, which is now huge since there are a bunch of other bags attached to it. Whatever, I put it on my back and it feels even lighter than before. Strange!
“Later, thanks for the ride…and be careful” I tell her as I walk towards the supermarket.
There are two people standing by the front door of the building. I quickly realize that one of them is one of my old best friends, Pat. I yell his name from where I am and he turns his head to notice me. He seems stoked to see me and runs over my way.

Before I know it, I’m now standing on what appears to be a beach. The water is black though, as if an oil leak just occurred in this area. I notice a large wooden bridge ahead of me. My friend Zo is standing at the base of it, looking on the other side as if he desperately wanted to get across. We talk for a second and I decide to cross the bridge with him. Halfway through, there are a few obvious signs that the left side of the bridge is not connected to anything anymore, which gives us the impression that it could collapse at any second. Zo is terrified and his small ambiguous steps lead me to believe that he won’t cross it. I want to help him, plus I want to see what’s on the other side too, so I decide to go for it. With careful, yet confident steps, I lead the way through the bridge, which seemed sturdy enough to let the both of us pass. He thanks me for helping him get across, yet I feel that he is not satisfied still. I look behind me to find a small river leading inland. I then wake up…

Saturday, March 14th, 2009.

Into the Night

What’s wrong with these breaks?! Every time I stomp on them my car seems to speed up. I’m lucky the neighborhood’s empty tonight, or else I would have hit another car by now. It’s a beautiful night to be driving around though. I somehow manage to stop my car in front of my house (which isn’t really my house) and proceed to release my keys from the tight grip of the ignition. I put the seat belt aside and grab my phone before exiting the car. As I enter the house, I quickly realize that nobody is home, and I am relieved about it. It’s very dark inside, but I make my way to my bedroom safely. My monitor screen is emitting a blue light that fills my room with that relaxing, safe at home on a Saturday night vibe. I organize some things in my closet and lay down for a minute.

Then, I decide to go out for a walk in the city. As I leave the house, I take a quick glance at my car and decide to walk straight to the city instead of driving there. I arrive downtown amazingly fast to find the place pulsating with night life. This town reminds me of a mix between Las Vegas and one of those small, random towns you drive through on the way to Arizona. There is a main road where all the business are, which connects to other roads that seem dead and vacant. The businesses are all equipped with bright neon signs and wild advertisements, which seem to do a good job at persuading people to come in. The taverns are so full that people are hanging out on the sidewalk while talking, or yelling, to people inside the building. Eventually, I arrive at the town square, where a fountain dominates all other noises with its flowing force. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was in the middle of a forest next to a huge waterfall! Suddenly the sound of the fountain becomes quiet, and I hear footsteps from behind it. They are soft, and shy little steps that stimulate curiosity. Not only I am curious to see who it is, but the steps themselves demonstrate a curious nature.

As I gaze the floor around the fountain, two little black shoes make an appearance. From toe to head, my eyes follow the silhouette of her body until our eyes meet. She appears to be Middle Eastern, and is so beautiful that I can hardly say anything to her at first sight. She seems very shy, if not scared of me, as I silently stare deep into her eyes. She sobs a little bit then holds her hand out in front of me. Without hesitation, I grab her hand and drag her out onto the main street. After a very short period of time, the mysterious girl and I have a lot of fun running around town under the stars. We meet some people and appear to make fun of them as we walk away discretely laughing with each other. At some point we throw a glass of strange liquid into a building where loud moans were coming from. It is hilarious for some reason.

Suddenly, I am driving around with a friend of mine sitting in the passenger seat. The sun is out and the ocean is ahead. As I drive closer and closer to the beach, I make a right turn at the last street that parallels the coast. I quickly realize that the waves are reaching the buildings to my right and that we are in fact, driving on the water.
“Hey, the water doesn’t usually reach this far” I say to my friend.
As I turn around to look at the ocean, a huge storm instantaneously forms itself in my peripheral vision. When I look directly at it, a giant whirlpool engulfs all the water on shore along with the sky itself. It is extremely loud and intense. I then wake up…

Driving cars, mountains, water! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Originally Posted by High Hunter

“Hey, the water doesn’t usually reach this far” I say to my friend.

Man I can feel it. You're starting to question your dreams... almost there!

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009.

The Quest

The rock which I stand on is almost entirely submerged in water. The waves don’t appear to be strong enough to soak my shoes however. As I look around, I see a sort of bridge in front of me. It is made of rocks not unlike the one I am standing on. I appear to be in somewhat of a cave, although there is a large opening on the ceiling. I am surrounded by rock walls and a small lagoon of water which comes flowing from the ocean ahead. I decide to follow the bridge until it takes me out of this peculiar area. As I arrive at the end of the bridge, I find myself standing in front of a vast ocean. The waves are very strong here and are not shy to crash against the solid rock walls. Suddenly, I notice a few black things moving about in the water. At first glance, they look like scuba divers. However, after further inspection, I come to believe that they might actually be small whales, or some kind of sea creatures. I blink and find myself somewhere new.

“How long have we been climbing this mountain?” I asked myself, as my buddy Andy and I sweat our asses off from the strenuous ascent we are attempting. The fact of realizing what we’re doing suddenly cools me down, and I now feel very comfortable. As I’m thinking that I could now go on forever, I look behind to find Andy still struggling for his life. I tell him that we should take a break now. If a break consists of walking horizontally around the mountain instead of going up the slopes, then so be it. We quickly arrive at a saddle between two mountains and decide to hang out here. I put my pack down and start searching for water inside it. After some time, I realize that the inside of my backpack is so big that I could probably fall into it and get stuck. I look up and am astonished at what I see.

The saddle became a vast plain of green and purple grass which extends for miles. Not too far away, there is a small tribal village where a large fire is burning into the night. Without even thinking about it, I find myself in the heart of the village within seconds. At first, my presence is questioned and does not seem to be appreciated. I have a strong feeling inside me that says I should be doing something worthy of their respect. The chief comes over to me and says some funny things in a foreign language. He gives me a transparent drinking glass. Somehow, I figure out that what I need to do is to put it into the fire, and wait for something magical to happen, which I do as instructed. I stare intensely at the glass, waiting for anything to happen, while hoping that whatever happens is actually a good thing. A shiny purple liquid appears on the side of the glass. It looks as if there is an invisible finger dipped into this liquid, and that it is now writing things on the glass. I can’t really make out what the words say, although one of them looks like the word “Courage”. After it is done, I pick up the glass from the coals. The heat coming out of the glass starts to burn my hand, but it does not hurt. I figure it is part of the process, so I hang on until the chief takes the glass from my hand. He smiles and looks pleased with the results. Apparently, I passed the test! Everybody is dancing and having a good time now. I even see Andy having a blast himself.

Later, I am sitting in a room in front of a computer. Andy is sitting on the bed and we are talking about this adventure we were just on.
“I’m writing about it right now” I tell him. “Even though people probably won’t even believe anything of it", I continue.
“But it happened!!” he says furiously.
I laugh and tell him that it’s all good. I then wake up…