This dream has happened a few times, each dream is sightly different. I’m with my boyfriend and some friends hanging out having a great time. We are all laughing drinking, and listening to music. It was a blast to much fun. Out of no where this person walks up and, my boyfriend got up and started talking to this person. I don’t know what there were saying because they seem far away. Everyone around me kept saying wow and, how long she been back. So it’s clearly a girl at this point. Now I’m getting a little upset because they have disappeared at this point. I wake up.
I remember sneaking out my house at night and going into this very weird restaurant/bar place. When i went in, i saw about 5 people on the floor bleeding. They were already dead and i was shocked. I ran out immediately and went back home. "Months after", i went back and could still picture them on the floor and i started to sit on the floor and cry because i thought i killed them but i was never sure it was me or not. I cried and cried and wished for the pain to go away and felt so guilty.
I was in college and had an apartment with my boyfriend, his aunt just had a baby and she went on vacation and asked me to care for her baby, she was a girl. She was incredibly cute and when I held her in my arms she felt so real. I thought I could smell her, and feel her head, and her soft arms and legs. She was so huggable. I felt like she was my own child. I would go to stores with her and buy her clothes and walk around with her while she slept. But people would look at me oddly because I was young and had a child .
I dreamt of going out for a meal. Finding a place to eat. I see different places. But my eye is attracted to restaurants that are on a boat. I check out a few of them. Wondering which one to choose. They all look great. The food looks great. I see myself going to each one of them. I finally make up my mind on a restaurant that is deserted. No one is there. Its only me. Just how I like it. Just me. Werid cos I'd rather be with others but I was okay being on my own, doing my own thing. It was nice.
I dreamt of a birthday celebration. It was my birthday. Everyone contributed towards the birthday. It was lovely. I was excited cos my daughter was there and she made me some lovely cookies, my friends were there and they all made yummy treats. We had a really lovely time of catching up with each other.
Yesterday I dreamt of a roller coaster. I see my mum, my cousin who is a female and myself. The 3 of us have just had a meal out but we seem to be seated on a roller coaster which I thought we were in my cousins car. We start to go down the roller and I am feeling sick because I've just eaten, my cousin seems to be apologising and my mum is feeling sick too. The roller coaster is bumpy. I wake with this Quizzy feeling like I actually feel sick but I'm not. What is the meaning of roller coaster?
What was unexpected is there was a giant blue wave that knocked us down and I woke up on a shore. We travelled forward and found ourselves on a bridge. We ran and the bridge turned into a light road that fled down to the earth and as we walked on it it froze into crystal. We landed in modern earth, a place I used to know close to the mall and a hospital. As we walked down, we noticed the light was changing and the bridge was disappearing, so I ran even faster down and finally I landed inside the mall. I was with a very pretty black girl, she was my friend but I had no idea who I was or her.
Morning of April 14, 2014. Monday. This was a very nice and peaceful dream and it lasted longer on average than other dreams of this type, though not as nice and relaxing as my recent tidal wave dreams that seemed like healing sessions as well as this dream did (mostly as water is autosymbolism for REM sleep and the absence of emotion and the release of physical tension). It is very vivid and my dream self is rendered as corporeal, enjoying all the nice giant snakes swimming around in the ocean. There are at least six or seven of them. They move their bodies about in complex patterns, rolling in the water, seemingly enjoying themselves. The head of the black and red one, which is about as big as a car, comes very close to my face and then turns and goes about its business. I am mostly, at least at the beginning, on a European powerboat. I am not sure if it is around dawn or dusk at first. It may be dusk, as I did listen to the Charlie Pride song, “The Snakes Crawl at Night” probably too many times as a child. “When the sun goes down, then the snakes will pla-ay…” though he was not actually talking about snakes in the song at all, but when you are that young, you do not understand a lot of things. I like these giant snakes, especially the black and red and purple ones. They are fun to play with and ride around on and are more assertive and confident over normal-sized ones (an association with the movie “Dinosaurus” seen several times as a child, though it was a brontosaurus that the boy rode, not a giant snake), which sometimes just slither off or hide. I am reminded of Cecil, from “Beany and Cecil”, which I used to watch on my older sister Marilyn’s television as a child. Eventually, there are less and less giant snakes and I assume they are swimming off into the sunset, which is quite beautiful. Obviously, not all snake dreams are healing dreams, but the fact that I was lucid in this case utilizes that understanding, as my conscious self identity is inherently extant to a viable degree in such dreams. For me, snakes and snakelike creatures have often been autosymbolism for stomach cramps due to the similarity of the shape and coiling as with the human intestine. However, they are often in more realistic scenarios as simply the waking alert factor of RAS modulation that even monkeys probably dream of as such (and I doubt monkeys ever dream of snakes as healing factors or as representing other monkeys).
For many years I had read about lucid dreaming but had never experienced one. Then, about 1995, I went through a period of having lucid dreams practically every night. They were incredible to start off with. Some of the best experiences of my life. Trippier than any drug. They continue, now and then but fairly rarely, to this day - but now they are frustrating and somewhat tedious. For instance - they started getting dark. I mean - they take place in the dark and I can't introduce any light. I was trapped in a windmill. It was dark, all the windows were boarded up. I tried to get out. I kept going 'round and 'round in circles. I was well aware I was dreaming but couldn't control events or escape from this confined space in the dark. It was extremely annoying as lucid dreams are things to be enjoyed. I suppose you might say this was a nightmare lucid dream. This sort of thing happens whenever I have a lucid dream these days. I can't seem to get to the place I was in before.
We reached a place with a boat in the desert that reminds us of where we came from, because it was full of gold and crystals. We took one piece of long quartz and continued going, where there started to be many people. People were confused of who they were and going in circles around a water fountain. A man asked me, you look familiar like my daughter, who are you and where are you from? I answer him, I have been traveling my whole life I have forgotten about those details. Then people wanted to leave the fountain and headed for the farthest blue horizon.
I struggled to not choke to death. Then the top of the hole broke down, light came in, and magically time has passed by thousands of years. The outside was already a shabby tomb covered in desert sand. The sword turned into a long crystal quartz and a red haired boy gave me a green crystal pendant, I took the crystal and quartz and ran. The boys name was Adam.together we escaped the tomb, but later the evil spirit of the emperor rose and his mummies awoken to catch me. His soul was a giant glowing red crystal. We ran and Adam turned into an eagle. Many many years later we reached a place
I was a girl chained to a sacred sword in a underground tomb. I was the key to terminating the emperor' ruling so I was seen as a threat. The sword's soul was a blonde boy with a snake body, only I could see him and he was tangled on my body. I was guarded by black Egyptian mummies. The sword was broken into pieces. Then something happened. The boy told me his soul cannot re-enter a body if the twelve sacred bowls remain untouched. Then someone touched it and he disappeared. The sword and I fell underground into a hole and the sword turned back into one piece. A man held me neck in the dark.
Me and my friends were running desperately away from a bunch of giant snails towards a gate that was rising from the ground. We were supposed to jump over the fence and close the gate so the snails won't come in. I had a knife. I jumped and my leg was pierced through a arrow top of the fence. The boy who had a crush on me stayed with me, but the snails were coming. He said give up, it's too painful to struggle. You can end your pain with your knife. He hinted me to kill myself. I refused. I ripped the air with my knife. He said, who's blood is this. I smiled sadly and said, THE WORLD.
A man who owned a tower was re-building it into a open hot-tub. On the top of the tower his family has this myth that his gramma has a cursed devil spinning machine that should never be seen by a person ever again. He ignored this warning and invited us. I was looking at the spinning machine and suddenly it started moving on it's own. A devil was sitting on it and came walking to us. He was eating people. I looked at my childhood friend and hugged him and said I would like to go instead and save him. I didn't know my friend was in love with me and he was eaten too as he tried to save me.
Morning of March 17, 2018. Saturday. My family and I are living on Stadcor Street, where we have not lived for years, and where I possess no current conscious self identity other than the memory of Zsuzsanna and our children as we appear now, though not our current address. It seems to be late at night at first. I am walking towards our house on our side of the street, from the north. The area is somewhat different. I notice a couple children running and playing and making a lot of noise in their backyard. A police officer is walking on the opposite side of the street and in the opposite direction I am going. I continue walking and a female officer is also seen, following the unknown male officer. I turn to walk into the driveway and, from across the street, she tells me, without emotion, to be careful as I am walking through the driveway. I am not wearing shoes, and experience the discomfort of walking on a few jagged stones. Still, I feel good in returning home. However, after going into the house from the back, I then find myself in what is implied to be a large bedroom, where the bed where Zsuzsanna and I sleep is rendered as parallel to our youngest son’s bed. It is rendered to be implied as being between where the kitchen and my den would have been in reality. I become very annoyed because I realize that my family is not present, though this focus fades as I become semi-lucid and wake. I have documented and resolved tens of thousands of my dreams over the last fifty years. Dreams are inherently wrong in rendering settings for one primary biological reason…so as not to be associated with waking life, to prevent false memory and false associations. Many people did not get the memo and try to find an “interpretation” anyway. Oh well. In this dream, my dream self is an ephemeral variant that recalls how my family presently looks, yet not at all where we presently live. Of course, other variants are the opposite, knowing our present address, yet failing to recall my current conscious self identity at all, though there are also variants that are more accurate, dreaming about our family at our present address or dreaming of a variant of an older address with various skewed timeline threads. Does this mean anything? Of course not. It is a result of being unconscious for crying out loud. No two variants of my ephemeral dream selves are ever the same from one night to the next or even from one dream to the next. The same is true for settings. Concerning the setting, what is in error here? Virtually everything. Firstly, the Stadcor Street house in this dream, other than the fact we have not lived there for years, is mirrored, with the driveway on the right rather than on the left. The association with the driveway is that it has the look and feel of the driveway of the house next door to where we presently live. Even this is wrong though, because that driveway is also on the left in reality as is the Stadcor Street house’s driveway (though the Stadcor Street house’s driveway is smooth and paved, not rocky). The association is when I recently walked on that driveway and hurt the bottom of my feet (not having been on it before) to borrow a wheelie bin, which the owner said we could use while that house was vacant. The RAS mediation precursors (the two police officers) do not become dominantly active, as my dream self is already subliminally (though not actively) aware of being in the dream state in its role of “going home”. Still, my dream self subliminally knows that all the other members of my family are currently awake and so I subliminally choose to wake myself with a little faux drama. The autosymbolism here is dream-state-indicator-based (the beds) though I do not associate beds as pure autosymbolism as it is a literal subliminal awareness of being unconscious and thus does not qualify as autosymbolism.
I need interpret for this dream I dreamt I was at school and my mom had walked me into school for the first time ever and it was this very big building and it looked more like a work place and my mom says bye sweetie hope you have fun today at school and as soon as she walked out of the building door she got shot in her ear and then she got shot 3 more times in her stomach and I started crying and crying and after he held us as prisoners and if we didn’t do something for he he would shot us and i refused and refused and i told him I would rather die and how could he do that to my mother.
i was in place i could remember when i was young. Lots of sand and high buildings of military. I was inside with people from my work for a dinner and suddenly ther was a cat , a beige cat. i felt already a connection and i knew, that we both knew we belong to each other for so long and she would never leave my side.... I wish i could have her visit again...
Morning of October 2, 1965. Saturday. My dream contains scenes of a red anglerfish of which I mostly perceive as just below the surface of the water each time. I am walking in Pettibone Park with Marilyn (an older half-sister on my mother’s side) and her husband Bob, mostly going southeast, from the Barron Island area. They do not seem to notice the fish or show any concern. I do not feel threatened at any point, only somewhat wary of being near the particular area of water it is in at different times. I am aware that this ugly fish is possibly a threat to nature in that it is apparently eating all the fish in a smaller pond. There is one point where it appears to be the only fish left. There is also an idea that it may be drinking all the water that it is in, although I also consider that the water is lowering naturally (though in real life, it is mostly only one main body of water in the area, though the water did rise and lower based on another area being used for barge traffic). There are scenes where the fish seems to teleport to different bodies of water ahead of us as we walk through the park, including a rut that I reason was made by a tractor, the rut having been filled with rain a day or two earlier. I also get the impression at one point that it can breathe out of water, at least for a short time. There is a thought that it has certain human characteristics and perhaps can speak, though it never speaks in my dream. Still, I consider that it may be able to communicate by thought with its “antenna” (esca). There is an expectant awareness when there seems to be a “channel open” in a similar way as a radio being on a station without an audible broadcast (a sparsely recurring dream state awareness caused by being subliminally aware of being in the dream state). This scene occurs while we all stand on a small bridge, which is an altered version of the South Pettibone Drive bridge in that it curves upward towards the middle (the alteration being a result of biological vestibular system dynamics). Key factors: Water lowering waking symbolism, common autosymbolism for the cessation of the dream state, unrelated to waking life. Water otherwise symbolizes the absence of emotion and the essence of sleep and unconsciousness. Bridge, autosymbolism for the imminent return to consciousness, unrelated to waking life. Anglerfish as emergent consciousness autosymbolism whereas fish and other water denizens as emergent consciousness autosymbolism is otherwise very common. This dream was primarily influenced by “The Outer Limits” episode “Tourist Attraction”, seen just prior to sleep. However, the fish-like creatures in “The Outer Limits” episode had arms and legs. Some deep-sea anglerfish emit light from their esca. While this may simply be autosymbolism for the increase of neural energy in the waking transition, it may also hint at transpersonal communication in liminal space and what later in my life became the Blue Flame Event with Zsuzsanna. This is despite the influence of “Tourist Attraction” with the fish-like creatures emitting ultrasonic pulses. The color red typically only becomes a factor of dream-self focus when I have slept too long. My original childhood dream journal title was “The Devilfish”, not because I had any concern or belief in any “devil” but because it was red and additionally vaguely associated with Hot Stuff, the Harvey Comics character. Obviously, there were no anglerfish in the region in real life. To see the location of my dream’s last scene, Google “310 south pettibone drive la crosse wi” in quotes and select “Street View”, though the area has changed somewhat since the 1960s.
This was part of a longer, more involved dream last night which I can no longer recall. I was in a large space, perhaps under a dome. There seemed to be a lot of car engines running. The air filled with fumes. It got dark and I could hardly see or breathe. I managed to make it through a door into fresh air and sunshine. I wish I could recall more of the earlier part of this dream.... but it's gone.
I had the job of assigning actors to the hunger games play ( as in acting ) we would do. So of course everyone was begging me to give them Katniss Everdeen’s role, and all the male players were begging me to give them Peeta’s role. I was in a lot of stress because everyone wanted me to give them a certain role, and then I woke up.
This is another dream from earlier times (more than 15 years ago). I was walking through town, against a tide of people who were all walking in the opposite direction. I went through the park and under the viaduct, near where I used to live. After a while there were no other people around at all, it was deserted. I came to my street, there was an odd atmosphere. I knew there were zombies about, although I didn't see them. I had a sense that it was 'after the apocalypse'. Another dream from around the same time: I was walking through open fields and in the distance zombies roamed about.
My best friend always says, “ I know when dogs are near their death because they come to me.” I just had a dream where she and I were together in this beautiful!! garden and I said, you know he's going to die soon right, talking about lucky my senior dog. I knew she knew. I knew her talent. He looked so thin and his body was curving so bad. And she agreed. I went up to lucky to pick him up and he ran away and you said why does he keep acting like his young like he doesn't know that his body can't handle this. And I said no I think he knows that he's not well. Could have been garden center.
So in this dream I was going to go on vacation to California with my friend and we were boarding the plane to go but for some weird reason, as many dreams have this affect, I walked right up and out of the plane and into my apartment that I had at the time. Now I am alone, it is dark and the location I live in is a city. I feel like someone is in the place that I don't know about and start to develop a fear that I can feel. I hear something of a baby laughing and I look outside my living room window and in the dark there is a baby playing in the street. This was extremely scary to see because it was more than just a baby it had an exact baby face attached to a body of a chubby 8 year old but was aggressive and adult like. The best way to describe it was that it was an adult midget with a literal baby face that was big enough to fit the body just right. Now I look over to my left, and the same lifesize baby is climbing through my window to break in inside. I go over to it and try to hit it and it punches me back. For some reason I feel weak, now the thing is in my house and I didn't know how my window got open or how I am even here because I should be on my way to California. It was almost like I switched a flip and now instead of a refreshing vacation I am in literal danger and fear. What does this mean? I woke myself shortly after this dream.