This dream is from two nights ago, and I had time to write it down after I woke up. I will break it up because it has several elements. A chubby girl was being dressed up by another chubby girl. They looked like sisters, both had similar features; the first one was short and had brown skin, looked latina. The second one was tall and black. The second one was doing a make-over to the other one, who was very insecure about her look. The second one say "if you dress up like this, your chubbiness won't show up that much, just like me, see? I know that I am chubby and I manage to look good anyways, because this look is what suits me". This girl clearly was very confident in herself. She was dressed with a yellow t-shirt with a denim vest and a denim flounce skirt; she had a yellow headband. The look was sort of kitsch and she was dressing the shy girl almost the same with other colors. The shy girl said: "are you sure this is the right look? are you sure the other girls will be wearing this?". "Yeah, don't worry about that". They go out and they meet other three girls, friends of the confident girl. But this three are quite different looking girls. The three of them are extremely thin, they have long straight hair, they are white and the three of them are wearing similar dresses; like a long sleeve jumper with a summery pattern. The shy girl felt really bad, she felt betrayed by the other girl, like it was all a setup. Maybe if she knew how the other girls looked like, she wouldn't have agree to meet. She felt super self-conscious, inferior looking. The other four though were very relaxed and friendly, eager to have a good time. To be continued...
It was night time and I got a bus but I didn't know where that bus was going so I asked the bus driver what was the destination. The bus driver didn't answer me and turned is face around avoiding eye contact so I notice something was wrong and tried to see his face. I followed his head movements until he couldn't no longer avoid to look at me and answer my question. Where was the bus heading? So when I finally saw his face, his mouth open widely and he transformed himself in a demon and disappeared.
First I dreamt about Family Guy. But this FG was even cruder if it's possible to the real cartoon series, and the characters were even meaner to each other. Then I had another dream. My dream-self played the cello and was very good at it. I was at a small apartment in my city, in a very well-known neighborhood with very humble block buildings, close to a very busy main avenue. There was my parents there and some other people, possibly relatives. I was playing my cello over some rockabilly song that was on the radio. They were impressed. We started talking about the lead singer of the band that was playing. My mom said this guy was no good news and used to beat his ex wife, who is a singer too. Then she used certain word to describe him, but it was a very unusual word, which I don't remember, but I was sure it wasn't the word she was looking for. Then I left in my bike with my cello, I think in a backpack case.
A day or two ago I had a dream that I was at work. I was walking in the back of the store, going about my regular work rituals. I emptied my trash into the compactor, parked my pallet, & dropped off my price gun back into it's allotted locker. All of these motions are normal. Something, however, felt wrong. I felt like I was being watched or followed. Just as I come to terms that this creeping feeling might actually be a sign, a coworker steps out. Irl, this man is a kind & hard worker but for some reason in this dream I saw him as a vicious rapist. The dream was horrible & it made work odd.
So yesterday I had a really weird dream. Yet again I'm at work. I'm standing in the middle of the clothing section of the store, holding a discussion with one of my managers & a member of the maintenance staff. Everything seems pretty normal until I for some unexplainable reason become maddeningly horny. I stand & I continue to carry on this conversation, shaking my head & smiling when deep down I wish they'd both go away. I begin to fidget & count the mintues in my head until their departure. When the moment finally rears its head I dash into one of the dressing rooms & instantly begin to pleasure myself with a small vibrator. The vibrator gives off a faint buzz, I'm so caught up in what I'm doing & trying to finish I don't realize what's going on around me. Noticing the sudden commotion my manager promptly goes to investigate. It's past hours for the dressing rooms to be open, so I can only assume she believed she was going to catch a thief red handed. Instead she found a mortified me, stumbling over ill thought excuses & explanations. I was so embarrassed & rattled. I had absolutely no explanation & she appeared to be also at a loss of words. We both just kinda held eye contact in uncomfortable shock.
Morning of May 24, 2018. Thursday. My dream self becomes aware of being on a bus in late afternoon. I look around and see a number of unfamiliar people. They seem to be waiting for something. There is an ambiguous sense of being outdoors on a public street and inside a large building at the same time. The bus is not moving at first. I am sitting in about the middle of the row on the right-hand side. Alfred Hitchcock makes an appearance (walking from left to right) as if he is presently involved in directing a movie. He has an illogical black-and-white essence unlike the rest of the setting, which is in color (though my dream self does not regard this as impossible or unusual). I consider that I might have somehow gotten on the wrong bus, and that I am on a movie set. If this is the case, I know I will not be going where I had intended even though there is no backstory with any awareness of my implied destination (though I do not even focus on any implied destination at any time, which is the usual case with dreams of this nature). The bus eventually starts moving inexplicably, that is, no driver is in view, though there does not even seem to be a place for a driver, just the front open area of the bus and a clear view through the front windows. Alfred turns around and briefly looks surprised. The bus may have run over him, as he remains unseen. I remain in my seat, but there is no drama after this. It is quietness. This dream is easy to resolve. Firstly, the bus, because it is a vehicle, is an autosymbolic extension of my liminal awareness of my physical body in sleep. Alfred Hitchcock is a typical rendering of RAS mediation, which allows me liminal control of the dream state over his “direction” in this case, even more so as he is associated with having made mystery and suspense movies (associated with the enigma of being between dreaming and waking).
Morning of October 19, 2015. Monday. In my dream, there is a hidden tab in my Internet browser. The hidden tab is behind another tab near the center of the sequence of tabs across the top. I wonder if there have always been hidden tabs as such. What could they be? I barely see the left edge of the previously undiscovered tab, but there is enough there to sort of “pull” it out to the left (using the mouse) from the visible tab (which is for the dream journal website). I see enough of the tab to see that the title is “ambiance”. It opens to an image only (rather than an implied website). It is a view from the sky, though from a distance, of a radio tower. The contrast is so light, it is fairly pale. For some reason, I think of Godzilla as approaching (from my perspective in the foreground). I do not see Godzilla but I do ponder his eventual appearance on other pages, though this never actually happens. A lot of VSTs for music production have settings related to ambient music, which is what at least partly influenced the appearance of the word. This dream is autosymbolic of the typical thinking skills correlation with the radio tower being the emergent consciousness factor (as autosymbolism for communication between the isolated fictitious ephemeral dream self and the real conscious self identity as in waking life). The association with Godzilla is liminal awareness of the RAS modulation factor, but which is not initiated (likely due to my liminal awareness and my advanced knowledge of the dream state). The view from the sky is a static association with the otherwise usual vestibular system correlation. In many past dreams that were a result of liminal dream control, Godzilla had featured, typically in a faux chase scenario for entertainment purposes.
Morning of November 1, 2015. Sunday. I am back in my bedroom in Cubitis in the semidarkness. My room seems mostly empty except for a bed aligned lengthwise to the north wall and a small desk in the southwest corner. There are vague thoughts related to my dream journals but that is not the main focus. Somehow, a small “squid” was taken out of my (fictional) aquarium. I am not sure if I had done it absentmindedly. No other people make an appearance. I have a concern about the squid, which looks more like a garden spider or golden silk orb-weaver. Its legs are about twice as long though, and somewhat tentacle-like. I watch it slowly move easterly across my bed as I am standing near my doorway and I get an impression is it trying to find enough water to be in. There is a clear impression that there is water on the bed, including within the elevated curves of the sheet and that the squid will find its way into another part of the sheet. This causes me to also briefly reflect if my dream journals had gotten wet. I am not sure of the source of the water. I eventually get a sense that it somehow moves around the room to the southwest corner (onto my desk) even though I think it is drier there, but by that time I am distracted by unusual spiderwebs on the ceiling, beginning from the southeast corner. The middle spiderweb looks almost like a small bird cage in form - the two others being more abstract and random. I can see the silhouette, looking up from underneath, of a small spider (as well as a large egg sac to the right) on the “floor” of the web-like structure, but it does not have any legs. It may have died. While gazing at these three unusual spiderwebs, I get the impression that the legless spider (that may actually have legs in afterthought) falls or jumps on me, but that is not the case, it seems. There may be no spider there at all, as the imagery seems to have been changing and distorting. From here, my dream decays into more surreal and abstract patterns.
In my dream there was a guy in front of me with a health condition that didn't allow him to move his body. I had a sword and he asked me to take his life by cutting his head off and by pulling out the veins from his arms. I complied with his request but then I felt really bad after.
This must be one of the most classic dreams ever. The sleep paralysis dream. I have had this dream 3 times. 1st time I was in my bed but couldn't move. I felt a presence in my room as I was desperate I started praying for that presence to go away and it worked, the presence was gone. 2nd time it was very similar but for some reason my prayers didn't work as the first time. It was if the this presence was stronger than the last one I dealt with. 3rd time this happened there was a shadow entity on my chest I was so afraid that after waking up I didn't want to go back to sleep again.
I met and became friends with an English guy my age. He was tall and messy looking and a little bit fat. Everyone around me was drinking and smoking, they were all working class which earned them the right to indulge. I was standing on synthetic grass with my friend and a few other guys he knew in the beer garden of a tidy little bar. Inside there was a man with a painted white face wearing a white fedora and a black and white dalmatian sweater. He was sitting at a white table in the middle of the dance floor and there were people moving and dancing around him. He was staring at me and I was staring back. It was curiously easy to stare into his weak, dark eyes, like I was defeating him. He was a prestigious artist of some sort but there was no hint of pride in his expression. I puffed up my chest and threw out my arms in a triumphant gesture. I felt victorious for staring, and grateful to the man in white for creating the scene. My friend clapped quietly and I clapped louder. The man in white was happy and started dancing. Only one old lady was left on the dance floor with him.
I was in a world of water, walking on a wooden boardwalk beside my sister, dressed in antique fashion. I was very depressed. My sister knew, she was amused and showed no concern. There were cylindrical wooden buildings spread out on the water and there were guards in some of the buildings. I climbed through a hole in the wooden planks into a nearby cylinder, knowing the guards would shoot me. I saw a guard aiming at me from a small fortress in the dead trees and I slowly moved away to hide. I started climbing again and another guard shot me.
Afternoon of May 22, 2018. Tuesday. I am hovering above a scene of Ursula (from the “Little Mermaid” movie, though she appears as a “real” person instead of a cartoon). She seems to have been enslaved to work in a factory (on land and owned by humans), which looks like it involves capping bottles in a circular system of levers and a rotating mechanism she is strapped within (as she rotates horizontally as well). Even though she seems to be at the mercy of whoever runs the factory, she laughs weirdly, “Huh huh HA ha…,” and seems cheerful, and continues to work. This short surreal dream was influenced by seeing a “robot fail” video with a robot hand failing at its task of picking up bottles. An additional influence was from the typical water induction (though no water body occurs here) as a fictitious sea denizen as an octopus woman, which also has an association with our youngest daughter’s sticker books and coloring books as such.
I am at a school. This school is familiar because it has been in my dreams before. In this dream what is happening is that I am at work. I am a special needs teacher aide in real life. Students are sitting on the mat waiting for the teacher to dismiss them for the day. The 3 o'clock bell has rung. There is confusion , and I am still there waiting as well. I am wondering if I can still make it to a course. I remember that this course is at a place nearby and I could get there quite quickly. I see a child with light red hair. She has a pink colour in her cheeks. I go up to her and lightly touch her forehead. It is warm. I can actually feel the gentle heat. I wonder if she is unwell or just warm. She quietly says "You should go now"
I woke up in the morning and woke my boyfriend too and I slept as soon as he woke up and to my surprise I see what he is doing in real in my dream and I'm following through every step he is taking and I woke up to see him wear the same thing as what I saw him wear in the dream, everything that he was actually doing in real was what I could see in my dream.
Morning of May 23, 2018. Wednesday. My dream’s setting is unfamiliar and unique (not correlating with any previous dream), yet it is accepted by my dream self as our present home as is usually the case. It seems to be late morning. The sky is bright blue and has an essence of beauty and peace. I focus on what I eventually realize is a silver 1960s style “flying saucer”. I consider that it is that of aliens of whom just happen to be in the area, yet the implication of this presence does not even create the full realization with what the word “alien” is associated. Instead, I see it as something rare and beautiful, with even a cheerful shiny newness, with no sense of threat. The “flying saucer” hovers in one location for several minutes. There is a curious sort of soft humming sound, which creates a sense of amusement and somehow, perfection. I tell Zsuzsanna that I will have to get our oldest son to see it and I go off to get him. (My dream self’s memory is incomplete as usual, as we have five children, but, other than Zsuzsanna, there is only an awareness and focus on our oldest son here. This subconscious self’s lack of viable memory and intelligence is unique from dream to dream, never being the same error in more than one dream. For example, in other dreams I would be aware of my youngest son and not Zsuzsanna, aware of Zsuzsanna but not our youngest son, having a ficticious daughter or son, and so on, always as the simple result of the subconscious self not having viable access to either the unconscious mind or the curent conscious self identity as in waking life.) When he comes out to see it, I notice a jet approaching the “flying saucer” from the right (though it is moving too slowly to be a real jet, but my dream self does not regard this). Suddenly, the flying saucer is gone. I am somewhat annoyed, but not very emotional about it. The scene shifts into the waking space, which is mostly undefined, though I am aware of our son on my left. We are looking at an A4-size photograph that shows the movement of the UFO. It looks somewhat like a linear series of cirrus clouds. The flight of the UFO is implied to be from the top to the bottom of the photograph even though it is also implied that it had been in the center before the image was captured, so the implications are ambiguous. I consider that the path of the jet may also be defined in this image by a different sequence of fuzzy narrow cloud-like strokes that curve down to the bottom right (now implied to be going in a different direction than the UFO even though it had originally been flying slowly towards it). Looking more closely, I am unable to work out the three trails of patterns (as the trail going to the top might be implied to be additional to the one going to the bottom from the center). I consider that there had been two “flying saucers” in the same location (though I only saw the one, so this is a change from what had actually been rendered earlier in my dream), which flew off very quickly. I feel slightly puzzled in missing out on the opportunity to have actually seen what had happened. This dream is an autosymbolic form of vestibular system correlation, which is a result of being in the dream state and of which has been present in at least one dream per sleep cycle (often more) for over fifty years. It also includes the factor of looking at a two-dimensional image in the autosymbolic waking space (in this case, a semi-dark featureless room with one other dream character while I am liminally attempting to sustain and vivify my dream, an event I have experienced thousands of times since childhood). Another example is a dream where I was studying an upside-down silhouette of a helicopter in the sky in a magazine photograph. Another is where I was in an unfamiliar motel room and standing in front of the foot of a bed and I gaze at news footage on television, which shows a “flying saucer” in flight, but more resembles a dynamic sideways x-ray of a pocket watch, with all the gears moving (ultradian rhythm factor mixed with the usual vestibular system correlation).
I was standing in my bathroom, washing my contacts (the cleaning solution I have now requires you to rub them) in a bowl. I have my contacts out but can still see perfectly. As I run my lenses in the bowl, I feel something odd and look down to see there are now two pairs of contacts in the bowl. Confused, I continue to rub and there are more and more contacts the more I rub the pair in my fingers. I get more and more anxious, confused and panicky the more that appear.
In my dream there was a black dog staring at me from the door of my room while I was in bed sleeping. It didn't attack me but it was very frighting. That dog didn't seem to have good intentions but didn't move either. I have done some research and found out that a black dog is a spectral or demonic entity found primarily in the folklore of the British Isles.
In my dream I felt something weird on my back I looked over my shoulder and there was nothing there. However when I was reflecting my self in the mirror I could see a shadow being on my back. It was not visible with naked eye but visible when reflected. So I decided to wake up to get rid of it.
In my dream I was being searched by a police officer. I told him I didn't know the procedures of the search. Then he covered my mouth I got very frightened and woke up. Then I saw one of my friends laughing about it so I packed my stuff and left.
In the first dream I am going down a hill and no matter how hard I step on the brakes I will not be able to stop on time and avoid crashing into stopped cars. But I veer to the left and onto a sidestreet and there I stop. In the second dream I seem unable to calculate space and almost hit a bicicyclist and make a very bad turn. My father is with me and asks me if I'd like him to drive and I say yes, please.
This is one of those times where I can't remember the whole dream, but I can remember a part that stuck out. In this tidbit of my dream, I am walking around outside with a hose in my hand because my mom told me that there was something 'in the trees', and that it was bothering the chickens. She had told me that I needed to get rid of it. The trees in question being far away from our property and look to be pretty huge, so my guess was birds or something to that effect. I remember being pretty far out from the back door when I finally was able to aim the hose at said trees and sprayed them down. To my unlucky convenience, a mountain lion climbed down half way from the tree and locked eyes with me. Half of it being soaking wet. I knew I screwed up by the way that damn thing was giving me the evil eye, so I immediately and slowly started stepping back whilst not breaking eye contact and making myself as big as possible. I knew to do this much because I have read a lot of instances where doing those actions (aside from playing dead, but isn't that for bears?) were the best bet when dealing with a big cat. The cougar itself never moved except for its eyes that were turning into slits the further back I went. At some point when I was close to the house, the cougar had jumped down from the tree and proceeded to haul ass which in turn made ME haul ass inside. My efforts were slow at best, but I made it into the house before that sucker could get me. So lesson learned. Never stop hosing down a big cat.
I remember of dreaming driving my dads BMW in America and the road lead to New York ,near the road there were green fields but a wide road . I also remember before entering a city there were allot of different routes to take . And last thing I remember was that I have cuddled a girl I have been chatting with online ,she’s in America as well and I’m in UK but I have been crying from how happy I was to see her . The location I remember cuddling was in a building or a shop quite high up near Central Park, she was surprised as I can remember.
I was lying in a bed with someone, I don't remember who but, I think maybe a friend or I was alone and then a friend appeared - I think this aspect kept changing. In any case there was a bird flying around and it kept flying to me, landing on Me, pulling at my shirt and blankets etc. It would fly away and come back. I was laughing and it was very playful in nature. I don't recall seeing the bird but, in my mind it was a parrot. I kept laughing and saying things like "why won't it leave me alone," "what does he want," " ahh that tickles," "why won't he just talk," "oh come on already" etc.