Having gained just ONE lucid dream since my attempts started about a year ago, its time to get serious in the recallings of my nightly adventures!
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Having gained just ONE lucid dream since my attempts started about a year ago, its time to get serious in the recallings of my nightly adventures!
I´, visiting my grandmothers house and I´m as far as I´m concerned alone, except for this little angry dog in the basement. The dog is really small and furious and is constantly running towards whatever direction it´s nose is pointed at. I try to pick the dog up and succeed, and while I´m holding it in the air it´s legs are spinning in search of solid ground to sprint on. In that way I can use the dog as a "weapon", a sort of linear meat-missile that carelessely chrushes any obstacle. Though, the dog sometimes speaks of how
it´s head is about to hurt right before it hits a wall. It´s in other words sort of aware of the oncomming pain. After a while I realize that I´ve been waiting for my old friend Mathias to arrive to the house, and the dream ends with me welcoming him by the gates to grandma´s garden.
Myself, old-time friend Christian and a cursory familiar named Jon-Erik are gathered in a garage-like building equipped with instruments. Jon-Erik, who is a drummer in real life, stands behind me with what I blive is drumsticks in his hands. Christian is standing obliquely behind me with a noising electric guitar. I´m sitting by a table and are most likely holding a guitar as well. We start to talk about Metallica, our favourite songs and abaout how long we´ve been listening to them. In answering how long I´we been listening, I point at Jon-Eriks t-shirt (which has the "...and justice for all" cover printed on it) and say: "Since about THAT album was released". I realized that I wasn´t speaking the truth since it actually was since about ´98 or so.
Me and two other persons, a woman and a guy, is about to go swimming. They´re both kind of familliar to me but I can´t place their names. We´re walking outdoors and it´s got to be summer since we almost don´t have any clothes on us. It looks like the girl in our company is the one who knows this place we´re heading for, though I take the lead in the walk.
Finally we arrive to the water, which is like a big volcano lake or something. There´s a couple of rocky slopes down the waterline, otherwise there´s just really high edges like a in crater. I don´t know how the other guy is doing but I slowly walk down the slope to the slightly chilly water, while the woman dives gracious and fearlessly inte to the dark liquid. When we´re all in the water I realize that there´s big ugly fishes in the water as well, swimming and jiggling beside my swimming legs. They look like big pikes with sharp teeth. I feel really uncomforable during our time in the water, which fortunately ended after a while.
Finally, we´re walking along the stony edge of the "pool" and suddenly the other guy gets his foot hurt and has to be carried by me and the woman.
[COLOR="SeaGreen"]During [/COLORthis whole dream I have a feeling that me and the other guy are sort of competing on the womans attention, as if we both were in lov with here. That kind of relationships har occured quite frequently over the last couple of years in my waking life.]
Before I fell into sleep, I repeated: "I´m aware that this is a dream", until I fell asleep. No sign of lucidity though...
My family and I is about to spend a beautiful summerday of together, and the location of choise is by the sea. My stepfather has arranged a boattrip and has brought an yellow rubberboat (rescue-style). As we´re about to enter the seacraft, we realize that the boats maximum load is 100 kg/ (200 punds +). After a brief calculation of our collective bodymass, we decide not to risk our lives at sea in favour of neglecting the adults actual bodyweights...
Also on a boat, this time moored at the local harbour, I´m walking on deck among a lot of unfamilliar people. There´s also a bright, good looking woman there whom I belive is my fiancé. The reason for us all to board the ship is that in the surrounding society, there´s been some kind of epidemic diseaseaccident (think "I am Legend"). Therefore we are now defending ourselves at this boat. While the battle is going on right outside the ship, I´m talking to my "wife" and hugging her and such. I believe that there´s a feeling of an soon defeat among us all. The dream ends with our ship disattached from the docks and a feeling of shallow relief.
The boat in the second dream reminds alot of the one in the recent "King Kong"-movie. The wife-character isn´t a familliar one to me, I´m sorry to say. Moreover, this second dream was really discouraging and dystopic.
Before sleep, I repeated: "This is a dream". No success.
I´m at my childhood household, preparing for a hike in the forest. Tho goal is to enter this fantastic glade-like forestarea, which gets me warm and really happy when I visualize it! During my preparations (I equip myself with a knife and boots etc.) I see an inner picture of the place I´m about to visit: It´s a umbrageous, dark green forest with a big slope. Like a fairytale forest really, with big spruces and red-white mushrooms.
Finally, I´m asking my stepfather, Bert, if he wants to do me some company. He doesn´t dare, he say, because of the rumours about an old bearcave in that specific area. It would be dangerous to approach a sleeping bear, he say. This detail uncovers that this dream take place during winter/spring, the time of the bears hibernation.
To my total happiness I get to dream about this fantastic, magic forest again! It´s been a returning theme for my dreams the last couple of years. Though, I can´t precisly place this place, it seems like I have visited it before, either irl or by some media.
This picture is about as close as I possible can find, trying to explain the style of the dreamwoods:
http://www.qedata.se/diana/bilder/20..._Trollskog.jpg
Diana Šapokaite 2007
I´m walking aroud in a big building all by myself. There´s long boring brownwalled corridors, just like in a studentapartement-comlex. All of the time I hear a distant melody echoing through the house, and it´s really familliar. When I get really close to it, I´ve ended up walking behind a corpulent brownhaired woman (non-recognizable). Now I recall the song, it´s the theme from Beowulf (A hero comes home), wich is a really really beautiful song. I get so touched by it that I start to sing along really loud, despit my walkingpartner right infront of me! I realize the embarrising in the situatiotn and stops singing. Although, the few notes I sang was pretty in tune!
Big houses/complexes i a reoccuring theme for me, didn´t help getting lucid this tome neither though.
An interesting aspect about this dream is the quality of the sound; I´ve never before experienced this distinction in sound, the song in the dream was exactly like a stereoversion irl.!
I´m returning to my famliyhome after a long time elsewhere. As I´m closin our backyard I realize that there´s a full scale war going on in our village, our house being some kind of fortress. I dodge the arrows(!) and bullets and also avoid the swinging defensesystems (medieval-ish spearcounstructions). Finally I hear someone crying at me from inside of the house, my mother.
I´m let inside our house and get to meet my whole family while they´re taking breaks from the warfare from their respectively outposts. Their of course kind of into the fighting, hardly talking about anything ellse, but are nevertheless glad to see me again. They give me a guided tour through the armored hose, up in the attic with it´s rifleposts, and down the basement which is heavily armored. The gunfire ceases for a while and my stepdad suggests a walk out in the garden.
We´re walking among the fallen arrows and canonballs and by our raspberrybushes, my stepfather suggest a challenge to me. He tells me to find three types of grass under a given timelimit, which I accept. As I start to run in search for the grasses, my stepfather starts to run after me, like a lit "spice" to the challenge. With him panting my neck I finally succeed in my quest. Or so i believe. It turns out that I´ve, in the rush, collected two grasses of the same kind, which make me loose the challenge after all.
After that little dissolution we get inside once again, preparing for another dust of war.
In the last nights extremely fragmented dream I only remember the following:
Myself and a bunch of other guys (some familliars) are entering a sea or lake from somewhere (a helicopter?). We swim and swim and try to reach the shoreline in front of us and it´s really uncomfortable in waters, cold and wild. When I finally reach land I walk around and try to localize my friends, but I can´t find them! I get into some kind of building and stay there for a while, waiting for their arrival, but when I get out, they´re still not around.
Repeated the following before sleep: I know this is a dream when I look at my hands
that's a crazy dream. Did you actually feel the cold/wetness of the water? Did it feel tangible in any sort of way? I'm just trying to get a sense of how real things are in dreams compared to waking state.
Well, now when I come to think abput it, it´s hard to describe how it felt! It´s possible that I thought the water looked cold, or that my fellow swimmers said it was cold. Then I most certainly knew the water was wet, but then again; I could have just looked at my pals and seeing their wet hair or the like.
One interesting thing I experienced thos thing was the stunningly realistic sound of a song (see "songbird"). I swear the quality was as good as in any stereosystem irl.!
The dream takes place in my home village, a really small one with aprox 500-600 inhabitants. I´m at our village "sportscenter", a small-scale track and field arena with running tracks and a soccerfield. I´m there along with a bunch of guys from the swedish comedygroup "Killinggänget" whom was really big in Sweden in the early nineties.
The other guys are standing along the whitepainted soccerlines on the grass, doing something that I´m not really shure of. Probably they´re delivering jokes or something. Myself, I´m running around these guys and scream something that´s related to their famous quotes from the tv-appearences. There´s also a rocky path leading up to a little wooden cabin, where another, yet unfamilliar, guy is standing and enjoying the view.
This dream makes no sense...
My older brother, Björn, is sitting on a barchair and is about to sing. There´s no band behnd him as far as I can see, just him alone (and perhaps a mike). The surroundings is like a small stage in a dark bar or something like that. He starts to sing and he actually has a fine voice, very emotional and comes to it´s rights in the songs tuning. The song is about his daughter, my niece, Amanda and how much he loves her. He sings with a great feeling, his eyes closed and he sort of tilts his head to the left. I´m thinking to myself that it´s so brave to just sit there all on his own and express his feelings.
I´ve had contact with my brother recently via mail, and he has been speeking of his love for the children. THe dream was sort of a amplifier of his thoughts, as I see it.
Me and a dear old friend, a girl in the same age as I am, are walking around in a deserted cinema. We´re all on our own and are looking for some good seats. She walks along the border to the screen, in front of all the seats, and suddenly stops. I walk to her side and we start to kiss. It´s a passionate, long kiss and it feels really good.
A moment later we´re standing in front of a ticketsale or some other kind of store. I insist on paying for the both of us, but my friend wants to pay herself with the plastic can of coin (!) she has brought. In the paying-manoeuvre the can slips out of her hands and all the coins ar shattered on the concrete floor, to her great dissatisfaction.
Well, it certainly was a great dream! Although we´ve never been together, we´ve allways had a special relationship to eachother. I must admit that I have, and still are, been a litle in love with her. I see her as almost a godess, a complete woman and will always be close to me.
I´m sitting in the kitchen of my family home, my stepbrother and other members of the family are there as well. We´re talking about one time in my early childhood, perhaps when I was 4-5, and I almost drowned by the seashore. As we speak about it, I kind of experience it again simultaneously in my mind. As they told me, the accident occured like this:
At the shoreline by the sea there is a pier or some other landmass-extension out in the water and me, my stepbrother and his best friend (at the time) were walking along it. By some reason got into the water and started to sink to the bottom. The friend of my stepbrother dove defyingly into the wild water and was heading for my rescue. Obviously he had been swimming a long time, perhaps 10-15 minutes, before he had found me on the seabed. Somehow I made it through the accident and was physically fine afterwards. My savior, who´s name is Fredrik, became a local hero afterwards and still are according to the discussion of the old memory.
In the same dream I think I´m visiting the spot where the accident took place, and then the memory of it turns even stronger.
Fascinating theme, as far as I´m concerned the scenario is taking right out of the blue. The persons and their relationships is correct, but I can´t really place the environment which the dream took place in. Surely I grew up by the sea but this precise pier/spit is not something I can put in place.
In my first dream I´m visiting my family home once again, probably for the summers vacataion. I´m in my old room and are trying different clothes, mostly jeans. Several are torn and one pair has some kind of diagonally crossing zips around the legs. Doesn´t seem comfortable at all. I walk downstairs and walk beside a turned on tv which has the popular Swedish comedian Robert Gustafsson on the screen. He´s talking about the type of jeans that I´ve just been trying! Then I get to my parents bedroom and stick my head outside the window. Parts of my universityclass has gathered on the street outside of the house, and theyre wearing silverclothes, most like the ones "the Gladiators" wear on tv. A moment later I found myself in the computerroom trying to eat a really strange fruit. Its like a superhybrid of oranges, grapes and pears! The fruits are sort of attached in a pattern with their shells on and all, it looks like a big lolipop of mixed fruit!
The second dream involves me outside a familliar villager in my home village. I´ve been looking for him by his house but he wasn´t home. Then, when I walk out of his garden I meet him in his car. He wonders what I want and I say: "I just wanted to give you this newspaper". I´ve suddenly a local paper from my universitytown in my hands and it´s completely useless outside of that town. He takes the paper (which by the way is torn and wet) and we say goodbye.
The man in my second dream, Leif, is a reoccuring dream sign! I´ve at least a couple of dreams involving him a month. The scenario is mostly that I want too see him but fail in some way.
Heck! I´m really trying to do RC´s when I think about this dreamsign person irl. He´s been around in my dreams for over a year, and I´ve done dreamsigns as often as I come to think of him! Why in the whole world must it be so hard to do it in the dream???? It´s about the most secure dreamsign I have and still it doesnt work!
Me, my mum and my stepfather are out for a ride in our BMW´97.We´re on our way to my father whom live out in the far countryside. When we´re almost there, we pass an interesting looking house on our left side, like a lighthouse or something. I insist we stop and visit it before we continue, so my stepfather stops the car and reverse it. We miss the entry from the road and have a really hard time finding it before we succeed.
Me and my best friend Robert are visiting the local climbing site in my hometown. We look at the boulderingwalls and the head for the little gym in the the building. I go first and Rob follow, and then we try out all the training stations in the room; a sjoulder press, a deadliftbar, chinbar and so forth. I clearly see this dream in first person (in contrary to the former dream).
Both dreams have ingredients of dreamsigns; My family and I on a "road trip" and me and my friend Robert doing something together.
Failed to repeat the mantra enough times; I reccon this is a dream and I will remember it when I wake.
After o good while´s lack of remembered dreams, I got three recalls this night.
I stand toghether with other personel in the universitys library and listen to a firefighter who´s come to inform the personel of regular precautions. He holds a padlock in his hand while he speaks. One man in the auditioning group starts to make fun of the fireman, comments on his stuttering among other things.
Me and two close friends are waiting for the bus to take us from the capital city to our hometown. We stand in front of a small filling station, I stand a bit of the other two, when I see a busdriver coming at my side. He offers me to go along with him on a "special" bus, and so I do. He starts to drive me, the only passenger, on the long trip back home through the dark night.
I re-experience the introduction to my University Program, but this time it takes place in Stockholm, instead of Norrköping (the real campus-town). It´s dark outside and I´m standing on the street, waiting for others in my future class to join me.
I recall looking at a framed photograph/portrait of myself. I look like I did when I was about 6-7 years old. I also belive that the picture is changing as I look at it.
I´m walking in the city night in my old hometown. I walk with two recently known friends, Catharina and Linus. Probably we´ve been at a party and are on our way home, late at night. Think we´re talking about how much we like eachother.
I find myself in my former hometown were I spent a year studiyng 2006. I´m sitting at the trainstation with a dude I knew when I was younger, Tommy L. We talk about all sorts of things and I can clearly see his face and concludes that he looks exactly the same as he did when we knew eachother, about ten years ago.
When our train is arriving, I misunderstand the onboard system and loose Tommy in the crowd. I end up in the wrong que and can see my train moving without me in it. Desperately, I walk up to the highway, in the cold dark winternight, and starts hitchhiking. As I walk further into the dark suburbans, I realize it´s really stupid to walk on the road without any reflectors.
Me, my father and his present wife are at a coastal recreation area, I´m about to take a bath, dad is by our cabin and stepmom is asleep. It´s really beautiful, muck like the coastal environment I grew up by! Beautiful weather and calm sea. I go for a swim and get to a couple of big rocks in the water. I believe I see some big boats approaching far out the sea, and soon they´re arriving by my stone! I haste (swimming) behind the stone and just make it beyond the crews attention. To investigate this strange, military-like boat I get to the shore and start to spy on the soldiers. They´re obviously drunk (I see beercans all over the place, real strong kinds!). I walk a path in the woods back to our cabin.
By our little cabin, there´s now a big beautiful old-school ship with black pearls on it! Me and dad inspect it closely in awe, when my stepmother awaken. I meet her on the porch of the cabin and we start to talk. Suddenly I look at dad´s direction and see that the skie´s turned black and giant waves are approaching us! I just get a grip on something when the first wave hits us and tear the cabin apart. Stepmother gets caught by the wave and I only touch her hand for a while before she disappears into the storm. During this dramatc event, I here a voice speaking, though I can´t recall what it said.
A bit later on I find myself holding a plastic toy horse, but it´s odd looking, without skin (like a veterinary-version?).
I´m sitting on a bus on my to my work for the summer, as an grosserystore-salesman. It´s a really long busride and the bus is full of people, mostly younger ones. Believe I have to switch bus as well on my way to the store. During the ride I mostly sit and contemplating about what is about to happening in today´s shift. When I get to my job, I instantly run into my boss on my way to the storage of the store. We chat a bit about effort and sacrifice related to hard work...
My long time friend Christian and I are walking in my home village, a beautiful summer´s day. He´s off to his home for a while, dinner time or something, and I walk around on my own in the garden of my parents house. I see a lonesome fellow come down the hill by the nearby schoolyard, and we meet on the road for a chat.
He tells me he really wants to see a big, unusual animal in the neighborhood (he´s obviously not from the village, nor from the region, since we´ve got plenty of mooses in our woods). As we standt there, I spot a giant moose some distance away! Somehow, the moose ends up in my backyard which gives us plenty of time to inspect the hairy beast. The animal has laid to rest on a bush (!) in the middle of the lawn.
When my newfound friend´s gotten satisfied, he disappears. Christian returns and we countinue to hang around in the woods.
Christian is a reoccuring dreamperson. Darn me for not reckoning him!!!
I´m at my home village in the north of Sweden, on my way to a walk in the woods. It´s winter and much snow on the ground.There´s a forest between my village and the next, and that´s where I´m heading. Right before the forest is a industry area with a really large collection of wooden logs waiting to be chopped/sawed. I´m climbing on these and they´re pretty tall, these piles, so I´m struggeling to keep the balance! Well on top of them, I realize there´s wasps in the logs and they´re pretty upset. At this time I actually question why there´se wasps around this time of year...
Well on the ground again, there is a path in the forest that I hav to follow. It´s just that it´s full of snakes (vipers, grass snakes etc.) That I hav to zic-zac between´em. It´s really scary to get bitten on this path, I think to myself...
I´m at a big sportscenter complex, most likely a swimming hall. I`m heading for the showers (don´t know if I have worked out before this or not) and almost get lost in the lybyrinths of the shower corridors! The walls look all the same. Eventually I find "my" showerspot and also steo in to the nearbu sauna. It´s crowded in there so I sneak up in the top row among the elder men who occupy it. I realize I´m the only one without a towel around the waist!
Afterwards, Some guy from the sauna gets mad at me and starts to run after me. I flee through the "labyrinth" once again and thus make my stalker loose the trace.
Me and my good friend Rob are at my home village and we´re concerned about a metal-guitarists health (this has some anchoring to reality, due to drinking issues), after we have read about it in a paper. As we walk on the streets, we suddenly get to know that the (for the moment) retired guitarist is living in mu very village! We locate the appartement he´s living in and sneak through his front door. We see him and his wife sitting by the kitchen table and they spot us quite fast. Instead of being upset, the dude and his wife starts a discussion with us! I feel this weel known "oh my good I´m talking to my greatest idol-feeling" during the whole talk...
Well, after a long time of unschratched dreams (electronically that is) it´s time to fight my memory again.
1. Johnny Depp is one of the members in my "new" family, and all the dream takes place in a multifloored wooden house. Johnny is looking as good as ever, but he doesn´t succeed very well with his "duty" in the family. Possibly he is a babysitter or something alike.
2. The grandchildren of the old-time familyfriend Ann-Marie, Johannes, is taking me and my family on a ride from our home village towards the main road village (maybe 5 miles). I´m sitting on the bonnet and the rest inside of the car. We flash beside a police car without them taking any notice of the illegal aspects of our trip.
3. Some really nostalgic trip with my mom in a canyon-like environment. We´re sort of re-experience her and mine old childhood memories by meeting the people from those times and by looking to pictures, listen to sounds etc. Really good feelings in this one, almost TOO nostalgic!
For the second night in a week I dream about meeting my nephew Robin, and as before he´s present in some kind of kin gathering. Although he belongs to the family as much as anyone else, he seems like an outsider and I have to go to other rooms to be able to talk with him. He seems kind of blue I believe.
I have just met my grandmother prior to go on a long trip and she wants to support me economically by giving me a "grand" bill (1000 swedish crowns). Soon after the receiving of the money I drop it on the floor. We continue to walk to some other place when I suddenly remember the loss and returns to the same spot to pick it up again. Might be a in a garage context if I´m not mistaken.
I meet up with a very familliar dream person, Leif, back in my home village in Sweden. We´re in his house and just talking. The interior is a bit more narrow than I´m used to, which I actually reflect upon. In the end of this dream L. walks outside and I stay inside for some reason.
Some dusky dream located in Perth (my location at present) where I stand by the major road downside of Campus. The atmosphere is dark and there is something doubtful going on on the otherside of the road.
This night I have the oppurtunity to watch no less than two great performances on stage. I see both of the shows as from many different angles, muck like the tv-views at concerts but this time it´s Me that looks with my "eyes".
First up is Peter Steele from Type´o, whom (while the band keeps playing) rips up his green shirt and starts to act out a pretended sex act on stage. He lays in the stage, wriggling as he makes out with a fantasy women.
Afterwards, but in an other episode, Bono starts singing solo on stage in front of a huge crowd. All of the people throw their arms in the air as they wave along to his tunes. A moment later the rest of the band enters the stage in solemn entrances, one by one. I specifically get a good look at Larry Mullen jr. from behind the drums. I notice that he´s about to get bald. At this very moment I think about how fast the times goes, since I don´t think it was that long since War was released (where LMjr. had quite a hairdo).
I´m impressed with my own analytical abilities in these dreams!
A friend of mine back in Sweden and I are on a "Mission" from one of my old teachers in high school (Bosse). We´re about to make inventories of some lakes around my home village. We´re driving around for a long time before we get the lakes/rivers of interest. Martin (my friend) seems kind of worried about how the examination is about to be made.
One of my very closest ones, Sofia, and I have just missed the train we were supposed to travel home with. We only have to walk up to the road again when Kjell and Chris from my hema village drives up beside us on a large black trike. They offer us a ride home and we willingly accept it. I end up sitting on the right side of Kjell, whom drives the trike, and Sofia is to the left. I feel/see that Kjell throws some glares at Sofia and that she doesn´t appreciate it that much. With all the respect for the ride we´re getting, I don´t dare tell Kjell to stop glaring. Therefore I take Sofia´s hand and sort of comforting her as we ride fast through the forests on our way home.
I get bitten by a viper no less than two times in a dream. I only recall the latter, as my sister and I are exploring some old treelogs and I happen to step on a grey squirming thing which bites me in the leg. Sis gets really upset since she´s read that people in my age usually dies when bitten of this snake. So the rest of the dream is really traumatic as we prepare ourselves and our family that I´m going to die anytime.
Me and my classmate Erika are heading for Stockholm in a dark blue BMW, which Erika has borrowed from her mother. It´s a long trip and when we finally arrive to the area we, consciously och not, take a sideroad through the forests. So it immediately feels kind of ironic to be so close to the capital of Sweden and still be lost on dirt roads in the woods!
I am about to have my educations practics somewhere far from home, probably in the Stockholm area. I´we driven myself to the place to "prepare" for the stay, but soon after, my grandmother comes with her husband in their car. They want to make sure that I manage on my own, and the note that I´ve forgot most of the stuff I need to make it (food, clothes etc.) Luckily for me they brought most of this in the trunk of their car.
Kind of the same feeling in both of these dreams, being on my way to some unsure futures with little preparations. There was a distinct feeling of worrying when I realised I´ve forgot all of my important belongings on the trip I made...
Once again I dream about my late uncle Hans whom regularly shows up in my dreams, mostly in dark contexts. This time I meet him in my parent´s home, on the top floor. He has got his legs cut off below the knee caps, but he keeps "walking" anyway like he doesn´t care. I´m standing and looking at the bloody traces his open wounds leaves on the floors. Can´t really communicate with him, he seems lost and really sad.
This scenario has repeated itself many times since I started LD, and is propably my most certain dream sign; Hans in agony.
Had a really cozy dream including myself and an old love of mine,Malin. She looks as astonishing as usual, at least, and we seem to have a good time.
I´m in a street/city crossroad with my sister, Rebecca, and she´s brought a shitload of horses with her. Big ones that stumbles around without taking notice of us soft humans. HTeyre all brownish/redish and really sturdy, and sis just treat them with as strong commands as ever irl. Me, I´m mostly trying to get out of the way of the unreliable beasts, watching out for their hind legs.
Partly because I now live in Australia, the fear of spiders and snakes is quite...justified. Last night I dreamed that a giant snake, a Tiger Python, was chasing me from an apartment and out in the gardens.
Later on, I find out that a spider is hanging from a thread on my right, and someone tells me it´s a dangerous kind.
Scary atmosphere in these episodes, trust me on that.
Me and a sorry ass gang of random people are going to have a sort of physical education á la secondary school. We´re standing outside on a large bridge and are about to compete in high jump. The teachers have set up a provisorical rib made of rope and we have to build our own staffs. It´s a grey day and it matches my mood towards this "shit" that I thought I was done with since graduation.
Anyway, the people starts to line up and they jump over the rope one by one. Among the people are Stefan Holm, one of the most successful high jumpers in Sweden. He takes the rib as nothing, of course, but jumps so high he dissapears into the air and set himself up for a nasty crash. I turn my head when he hits the ground. When finally it´s my turn I have my plastic stick and give it a go. The rib is in knee-height and I make without significant efforts. Though, I make a little crasch anyway just to make it look demanding. The teachers become seemingly satisfied with me and I´m finally free.
Old feelings of compulsory efforts in elementary school rises to the surface in this dream. May be due to the Simpsons episode I watched prior to vedtime, where Lisa are under regular pressure from Skinner & Co
At first I´m hanging out with my old crusch from high school, Cecilia. We´re in her car at first and we stop on a street in my home village. As she disembark the car she happened to hit the gas and the car get´s off on it´s own!
Later on she and I visit a forest lake for a bath. I believe we have some intimate activities going on on the beach before jumping in the blue. There are some bird nests with eggs in them on the shoreline, and an angry mother bird that guards them as well.
Me and a couple of persons are out on a field trip taking water samples for some reason. We´re visiting some really cozy places, among them a lighthouse on a peninsula. There´s a rive right by it and one of us is reaching down to sample. He drops the bottle and we see it sink and flow away in the stream. A great dissappointment spreads throughout the gang. Before heading back to our "science-o-mobile" we visit the lighthouse. It has a fence around the base level and both wooden and metal stairs attached to it. We manage to sneak past the fence and explore the inside. I´m heading upstairs to face a really old and deserted interior, but still very cozy with sea view and all.
The other dream includes me and a larger group of vaguely familiar people, possbily high-school classmates ( I can distinguish Elena). We´re on a long journey somewhere with forests and mountains and a railway station. We´re just about to catch a bus to continue our trip but we´re running to slow and miss it by seconds. The others are blaming me for being to naive with the time!
I find myself looking at my index finger on my right hand, its skewed! Dislocated at the top joint. It gets me terrified since I'm a guitar player and extremely keen on keeping my fingers intact. I keep looking at the finger as if this alone would fix it. Actually, I think it does after a while but I keep looking at it at least 4-5 times.
The dream sign candidate is that I repeatingly keep looking at my finger, as the hand-looking is my most common reality test.
For a while I'm in a pretty large wooden house right next to a dark forest. Possibly I'm seeing someone in the house, it could be my dad. My long-time friend Sofia visits me in this house for a short while and then she disappears again. As she is so dear to me I decide to go looking for her. I happen to know she must be hiding in the forest so I step up through the tree border and start the hide and seek. This section is pretty vague but I believe she has a hideout beneath a big rock some distance into the forest. She's not there but I still know she should be there.
I continue into the dark spruce forest (just as in the picture but darker). Eventually I reach a deserted barn which is way to big to just have been forgotten or negliged by people. It might be up to 20x10 meters in size. As I walk through the open entrance I see all the hay that's inside. A big mountin right on the floor. I scan the interior of the barn and see that there's a sort of second floor upstairs with a big hole in the middle ie. for throwing up or down the hay for more storage I suppose. Right above me and slightly to the left I feel that there's someone starring at me. It starts to speak to me and I realize it must be a forest gnome. It doesn't present itself and I never dare to look at it but I still know it..
Old common dream signs are pops and the ol' gnome. And the dark forest as well.
I'm in a place very similar to the living room of my parents house. A woman I've been in love with for a while, Linda, is sitting next to me in a couch. I'm on the right side and she's on the left in the brown leather couch. I've taken this time to say goodbye to Linda since my plane leaves in just a couple of hours, I've no idea on where I'm heading though. There are some serious feelings involved and I believe we express our feelings towards one and other. There could be some talking about pregnancy since she suddenly starts to pull her shirt up and stroke her bare belly, which has freckles on it by the way.
As we sit there and I get really emotional I forget about time and when I finally check the clock on the wall it shows that I've got about 30 minutes until my plane leaves. Even though I panic on the inside I "keep my cool" and start to walk into the kitchen to find the number to a cab. There's only some five year old, out of date number available and I ask Linda for help. The dream ends somewhere here and I feel a mix of panic and great sorrow within.
Linda is a reoccuring dream person, probably since she is of such great importance to me. Dream sign in the clock watching!
At first I ride on a train on my own. A dark, gloomy train with blood-red interior. The train going through dark, gloomy forests below a mountain. Later on my family joins me on the returning trip with the same train. My sister happen to find a row of seats for all of us and we sit down in satisfaction. Suddenly someone in the family pulls out a bottle of orange lemonade and I take the responsibility to serve the glasses. As I already hold the bottle, I ask the rest of the people in our carriage if they would like to have a taste. I find myself serving lemonade to complete strangers...
As I am expecting a visit from a distant friend, Johanna, for the first time in months, I'm pretty excited about it. Especially since I find her very attractive. She arrives to Sweden and me and another friend pick her up in a big car/limousine. My friend is happy to see me as well and she gives me a kiss on the mouth. My other friend instantly shows signs of jealousy.
Later on, me and my visiting friend are at my childhood friend Christian's cottage. He lives by a beautiful lake (resembles of the one at my dad's place). While johanna's doing something ellse I'm talking to Christian and his wife separately about my feelings towards the girl. As I'm talking to Johanna again she's giving me the news that she will be staying for longer than planned and that she's going to spend that time with me only. I have a hard time hiding my content feelings here...
I'm in a conversation with a french guy I met in Australia last year, Eddie. He looks exactly as I remember him; pretty sturdy, tanned and bearded.
It's New years Eve and I'm on a bus in a city at night. My parents sit right behind me and there's a little girl sleeping in my lap. Some random dude sits right next to me and I wonder if it is his child that I'm taking care of....
I'm about to visist my little sister Rebecca. She's 20 years old and liver in an appartement in my home village. In this dream she lives on the top level of a big house. I walk up the narrow wooden stairs and suddenly halt. Sis has not put down the curtains on her window and I can, too clearly, see her and her boyfriend having sex in the bed. I quickly turn around hoping they didn't spot me in their "pleasure". Probably I'm blushing.
One dream includes me visiting a dear old friends house, Emelie S's, in my hometown of Hudiksvall. I sneak into the seemingly empty garden and enter the front door. I shout something but no one's answering me except for the echo. Suddenly I'm upstairs with the twin sister to whom I'm looking for, Johanna. She's having some dinner party with a couple of cute friends. One of them walks up to me and gives me a kiss on the mouth. When I'm leaving the house I talk to the sisters father, Kjell, for a while.
There's a big festival going on in my hometown and me, Rob and Matt are about to camp there during the whole party. There are several similarities with RockWeekend in reality. THe camping area is in the forest right above the hospital. We have a big trouble finding some decent grounds to put up the tent onto. Most "free" areas are covered with stubs. Yet we find a small narrow spot were our sleeping bags merely fit. As soon as we get the tent ready something bad happens downtown and we start to run to the aid of someone. I grab a long stick as I go, as an attack device..
I'm in the town of Härnösand for some reason and I don't have anywhere to sleep. I meet Markus Kajava in a parking lot. Then I go to the old hotel in which I've lived before. The caretaker is right outside the entrance and she actually finds me a vacant room. It's the one just to the right when entering the building. THere's a computer and a TV inside. I'm pretty pleased.
My mother gives me a call and she starts to reel off about a bunch of negative stuff that's suddenly happened. Among them that my grandfathers wife has died. However, when I ask her about it again it turns out that it's actually my grandfather who's died. Right then I get a sort of flashback to when grandfather hid a key for me to find. It was hidden some distance into the forest behind a red cottage.
"Old" dream persons...
I'm hanging out with a really cute, blond woman in about my age. We're in a really dusk environment outside some houses. It really reminds me of the Tristram level in Diablo 2! Anyhow, this girl is working in this area as some kind of guide and I'm visiting her. At the end of one of the streets there's a cell-like cage with iron bars just like in those old medieval times. It is not more than 2x3 metres in size and has only a bunk as furnishing. Also, there's a cricket club in a corner with a small ball next to it. Now, throughout the dream I'm visiting this cage several times and I'm being convinced that the cage is haunted by a phantom, possibly manifested in this club. For example I see the club fall apart at one occasion, and also that it is moving by itself. The woman doesn't seem to agree on my conviction even though she is in the cell with me a couple of times.
I wake up several times during the dream, horrified by the haunted club of doom
Me and an old classmate from uni (Ida N) is standing by a red brick house, looking at some kind of balcony. We're walking around the area as well, speculating about where "the other people are located in the house".
I'm hanging out with a good old friend of mine, Andreas K.. and his girlfriend. He picks me up in his car as I walk along a road. Probably in the hospital area in my hometown.
I find myself looking at a photo session of a local rock band here in town. Among them, in the upper right corner, is Dave Grohl from Foo Fighters. I'm assuming he's in the band and I get a bit jealous.
This dream is basicly structured as a FPS-computer game such as Alien vs. Predator. Me and some other people are living in a mountain village where the houses basicly lies on the rocky plateaus. Suddenly, panic strucks us inhabitants as we discover that bloodsucking hi-tech goats have entered the village through one of the walls!
Now, the first couple of "lives" in this scenario I repeatingly get killed by these macabre beasts. Finally I start the "level" as one of them ie. I see (as a weapon in my view") a sharp clawed paw. Now it gets really messy as I turn against my race and start to kill other über goats. Sick.
At first I'm standing next to a cute girl (who reminds me of a girl I actually met the night before this dream). For some reason she shows one of her breasts and suddenly someone puts a leech on it! Utterly disturbing, I know....
Me and a girl are swimming in a really dramatic environment. It looks like a extremely (brown/grey) rocky coastline with high, steep rock walls from the water up to the shoreline. And I get the impression that the water is very cold as well. We're diving in these waters for a while and occasionally I get worried that the girl has drowned, although she shows up under the surface just as the thought strikes my mind...
Irl, one of my dearest old childhood friends lost his father to suicide a couple of years ago but we´ve never spoken about the whole thing. In this dream, however, Andreas send me a hand-written letter where he tell how he's taken the loss of his father and how hard it's been to talk about it with us pals.
There´s a war going on in a forest pretty close to my family house. The army is in a combat just some hundred meters from me as I'm walking around on the trails of the forest. Somehow I manage to climb/levitate from the path up to another "level" of the forest like on a mountain, plateau or something. There I reckon that it's a really beautiful sunset going on above the forest of war and also that my sister is up there with me on this plateau. She's there together with a horse of hers which is slightly blue and has six legs (not to different from Odens horse Sleipner in the norse mythology).
Some time after the war experience I find myself in a garage or warehouse together with Leif T. He's there to help one of his kids with a car.
Darn, this is the most reliable dream sign person I have! Everytime I think of him or meet him irl I do a nose pinch, and still it doesn't seem to happen in the dream!!