Morning of September 22, 2018. Saturday. Reading time: 1 min 22 sec. Readability score: 62. I am sitting in a wooden chair that is first in a mostly undefined featureless room, though with a vague essence of our present home. It is possibly late morning at first. The passage of time seems unusual at the beginning. Several years may have passed very quickly with a brief awareness of different seasons. Soon, it is in an overgrown field. A Twin Wasp engine is on the ground, a few weeds growing around it. It seems to be golden at one point. The rest of the airplane is elsewhere in the field. There is a 1940s feeling, though based on movies of the time. It seems my task is to fly two ballet dancers (male and female, about thirty years of age), in white, from the area, where they have been for a very long time, living in the minimal ruins of an unknown region. They have still been able to thrive somehow. Although they sit in the back of a small airplane, they seem to be mentally flying it as I sit in the pilot’s seat. There is a sustained awareness of motion. We move through liminal space of only vague definition as the sky. When I look back at the waking point, they are no longer present. Vestibular system avatars sometimes have attributes associated with dancing as a result of the subliminal, liminal, or lucid control of, or focus upon, the illusory physicality of the dream state, the fluidity of adapting to changes in consciousness as well and anticipation of the waking start, even through hypnopompic transitions when they occur. I began to realize this when I was four years old. Airplanes and virtually all flight-related factors (including flying under my own will) are a common dynamic of the process, being present throughout every sleep cycle for over fifty years. Not counting flying under my own will, mechanical forms of flight, such as airplanes, helicopters, and spaceships, when compared with birds, seem to occur with about equal frequency. Gold always correlates with dream state vivification and the emerging consciousness factor.
I was attempting to heat up a bowl of mashed potato in the oven. It was in three bowls, one inside the others. After a long time in a very hot oven I removed the bowls, fearing the potato would be ruined. In fact, it was still cold and appeared to have turned into ice cream.
In a beautiful place, on the left there was the beach and the ocean and on the right the forest. I was walking the path just in between them along with my friend, a bear. We were aware that the people wanna destroy the forest and the nature and we were running away from them. At one moment we decided to go swimming in the ocean, but there were lots of sea creatures there, we saw some tails thinking are dolphins but actually were sharks. We also saw a giant turtle and decided to go back to the forest. I don't remember the next part until we were in a classroom and I asked my friend, the bear, if I am human or bear, because I was wondering this the whole dream, feeling somehow like both. The bear answered me "You are surely a bear" and then I woke up.
So me and a bunch of people who I knew or were my parents friends were on this long Trek up a huge mountain (Even my cat was there but he died last year so he wasn't there in that dream this year) eventually we made it then we kind of all just jumped off a ledge and it repeated in the same night many times it was like torture watching all my family and friends die. Also it had the feeling in my stomach of adrenaline it felt just like falling off a diving board.
So I don't have a phone and basically I dreamt I had a phone I was just sitting on my bed and texting my friends but what was really weird was that I was texting people who weren't really my friends but I just knew them from school. And that is literally it but it felt so real which is sad because I woke up and realised it was a dream and I don't have a phone.
I dreamed that I had to turn in my homework but it was not finished yet. We already had to start turning it in but I still had nearly half of the homework to finish. I remember studying for the homework but never ended up finishing it. I started trying to copy some of the HW from my classmate but was covering some of the answers and my professor was irritated.
This is from yesterday's night. I am cooking in a house, an ample place with a big kitchen. I think I am cooking sausages, spinach and soup. My boyfriend is there and also a friend who is now currently living in another country. I see that she is cooking too and I say to her "but I was cooking!", she asks me not to worry, we can eat all of it. I go to kiss my boyfriend. Apparently we are in a weird state in the dream in which we are not longer in a relationship but we still kiss and love each other, or we are getting back together. Another scene. I am in a big construction site. My boss is being grabbed by a tow vehicle, and someone has taken off his pants (I cover my eyes). He's struggling there to be pull off. I am very angry and I start looking for the people who are doing that to him. Suddenly, a guy with a black suit driving a black car appears, and he gets off and force me into his car. "Wait, stop it! leave me alone!", I yell. We are driving somewhere and I am very, very angry. I ask "why are you doing that to my boss?". I argue that he's a sick man and that he suffers of schizophrenia, but there's no reason to humilliate him. The man answers that it was a necessary thing to do, that he must be stop. I realize now that the sceneries of my dream, after the construction site, were all desert. We arrive to a hospital / jail is painted in terracotta colour. It's very deppressing, and appears to be almost in ruins but still functioning. The place is full of guards and I run into its many hallways. The place it's like a maze. Then I realize that I lost the man in black. Now I am running away from him. I know in the dream that he wants to kill me or harm me. I hide inside an open jail. I hear turmoil outside and I realize there are more people looking for me. I leave the jail cell and keep running. At the same time I am looking for something or someone too but I don't remember what it is.
Since I woke up many times last nights, I had many dreams. Unfortunately there's just a few sequences I can remember, for now. If I do remember something else, I will edit. I am taking a walk with a friend from college who is not from my country. We are going to a restaurant or a cafe to buy some things to eat (we are not actually going to be served at the restaurant). She talks about the many things she cannot eat, then I conclude and say "but you can't eat anything". She says she basically just eats rice. I answer that there are many things I cannot eat but because they upset my stomach, but in her case it's just whim. I think why does she have to be complicated in every way, how can you live like that? In the restaurant we meet two friends of her from her country. The guy is wearing like a flat kind of shoes that are supposed to be for practicing some kind of sport. The girl has some strange kind of beauty. She seems pretty standard at first but if you look at her attentively, you see there's a glimpse of something attractive. Both of them are very nice and we get along soon. I am at school, my elementary school. I am taking some classes there (I am an adult in the dream) and the professor makes me sit in the back. In the break there's a girl (who used to bully me when I was a child) who approaches me. She asks me to change sits, she's in the front. Apparently I am going to be absent for a while so it doesn't affect me as much. I doubt at first since I don't like her and I see anything she does as an opportunity to take advantage of me. But I decide to forget our old rivalry and change sits. I take a bus to my parents house but I get off one stop sooner. In the dream there's a subway station and I am instintively going through it, but then I realize it's too short the distance and it's not worth it. I decide to wait for another bus, but then I see there's a long queue of people waiting. I don't know which option I take.
I was on a running track and it seemed like the Olympic stadium but under the stands where all the athletes would wait and prepare there was a huge swimming pool. I just kept sprinting around the running track round and round (it wasn’t an event by the way) I just kept on running there was another girl but I don't remember who she was but there was a coach saying things like:" good keep going" or " well done don't stop" then suddenly I jumped in the pool and swum butterfly for one length then I woke up. I've been having a lot of dreams of just sprinting all in different places in different circumstances lately.
Night of September 22, 2018. Saturday. Reading time: 1 min 19 sec. Readability score: 66. I enter a typical sustained “preconscious as intruder” scenario within a dual dream. It is part of an atypical late evening nap. I am aware of where I am in bed, but not lucid. My youngest son is in the lounge room. An unfamiliar black boy (interconsciousness avatar of this dream) of about twelve is also present to his left, closer to the west window. They are watching television. An unknown man (preconscious avatar) is standing just outside the window (though I never see him). He is talking continuously. He seems to be bullying everyone in the lounge room as I watch from bed. The curtain covers much of the window, though not all of it. The boys move the curtain down more behind the bureau, and the man makes sarcastic comments about the act. I vaguely expect him to break the window, but there is no violence. Meanwhile, parts of another dream are unfolding. It is about a stick that ends up in various machines. Someone pulls a stick that was somehow stuck into the face of a DVD player (implied to be about where my wardrobe is, though the setting is ambiguous bilocation). When someone unknown pulls the stick out, the inside of the DVD player seems organic, with the essence of the inside of a human body. There is talk about the stick causing malfunctions in computers in part of a “Star Trek: Voyager” scenario. Robert Picardo’s head is atop a stack of motherboards in our kitchen and cheerfully looking at Tom Paris, who seems annoyed and puzzled. It seems the motherboards will eventually fuse and come together to form a human body. The last scene is my dream self trying to coalesce my thinking skills to become more aware, causing me to wake in this case. (I typically use reading text and technology features to augment dream self awareness, but I also used coins to do so in childhood.) Robert Picardo as my emerging consciousness avatar is pretty funny.
Morning of September 23, 2018. Sunday. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 61. In this dream, I am non-lucidly practicing and controlling vestibular system correlation and other factors in the same manner as when I was around age eight. I direct the waves of tangibility upwards, from feet to head to uplifted hands, and create storm conditions for wind, though of which are not problematic. I seem to be a young boy in my dream. The setting is the front of a variation of the Cubitis house, close to the outer area of the carport. Jim (older half-brother on my mother’s side, deceased) is present, appearing as he was in the early 1970s. He has a large book of information about a secret society he belongs to, and I read a paragraph about mountain-climber and explorer requirements. (Despite my conscious self identity not being extant, this seems influenced by watching “Exploring With Josh” videos before sleep.) It seems to be morning, though there are many gray clouds overhead. I tie two bed sheets together, tearing parts into strips, and throw the “rope” into the air. Jim tries it, but the other end curves and the makeshift rope falls back down. I hold on to one end of the “rope,” and I rise into the sky, about ten feet from the ground, the bed sheet “rope” remaining mostly vertical. (This was influenced by watching “Tau” from 2018 two days ago when Julia made a cloth rope to manipulate devices outside of where she and the other two were, though the dynamic was horizontal rather than vertical as in this dream. It also implies that my non-lucid dream self seeks the thinking skills that only my conscious mind has, which is validated by the dream segment after this one.) Eventually, I find a newspaper and roll a two-page spread into a cone. It becomes unrealistically long, and this “rope” pulls me higher into the sky than the bed sheet did. The scene repeats, but I add more two-page newspaper spreads. Jim seems puzzled as to how I am doing this. My parents (both deceased) come out during the last minutes. I hang on to the newspaper “rope” and enjoy the intense feeling of movement and flight even though I remain in vertical position. The wind blows me about north and south above the front yard. The other end remains airborne and stable in its height even though it does not connect to anything. My dream has a clearly defined history going back to early childhood. Replacing the bed sheet “rope” with newspaper is a technique to focus higher thinking skills which are not typically present in the dream state, the bed sheet rendering from the subliminal awareness of being asleep. Other than printed text, I also subliminally, liminally, and lucidly, focus on technology in some dreams. However, a dream such as “Cell Phone Flight” from 2015 is somewhat uncomfortable (though there was less to hold on to). Vivid vertical flight is unusual, as it contrasts with the physical body being horizontal in bed and sometimes triggers a somersault awareness.
I am looking to buy another house. It’s present day in my mind but I’m wearing a beautiful cream dress with a petticoat and hat with a ribbon tied under my chin from the 1700’s. I am following behind a man dressed in a vest and bloomers from the same era who I assume is the realtor. The house is very exquisite from the little I can see from the candlelight tour he is giving me. It’s very dark, musty, and huge. I know after seeing many rooms of the house that it’s too much and too big for me and I’m starting to get nervous because I don’t know how to find my way out on my own -especially since the realtor has the candle and it’s way too dark to escape on my own. I can tell the realtor is a little agitated that I am hesitant to buy the house and since I’m frightened, I act like I’m interested just to escape. He then shows me a hidden door about 3-4 feet high off the ground telling me it leads to ANOTHER huge connected home and that I have to see it. I politely decline, but he lifts me up and shoved me through the doorway into a large ductwork system which is a long, metal rectangular path that’s pitch black on the other side. He has the door open still laughing evilly and I could see in the darkness on the other side red and yellow eyeballs. He told me “welcome to hell” and shut the door. I started screaming and demons of all shapes and sizes run to me, ripping my clothes off. I try to say “Jesus” out loud since the Bible says evil will flee at the sound of his name, but I can’t speak. Right before they possess me, my husband wakes me up and said I was trying to scream or say someone’s name with my mouth shut many times and my pillow and hair was completely saturated with sweat.
This dream was quite startling. I was in my kitchen with my two real life cats, but there was also a giant black panther. They all wanted to be fed. I opened the cupboard where their food is kept, grabbed the box but dropped it. I instinctively looked down at the floor to pick it back up, of course, but it wasn't there. It kept disappearing. All the cats were getting agitated and even more hungry, and I felt uneasy about the panther. I eventually grabbed the box as it appeared on the floor beside me, and poured it into the bowl, but nothing was coming out. I tried to walk out of the room to find something else, but the panther bit at my leg and tried tearing it off. It broke and dislocated my leg and I then woke up. Only - when I woke up, I could still feel its teeth sunk into my leg, and the pain was there for a few hours. Thank you for reading, any insight would be appreciated. :)
I was looking at a friend through a window. She then took a stick and tapped against the window straight at my face. She was saying some kind of “incantation” which I couldn’t hear because of the window between us. When I looked at her closely it looked as though she had a yellow “halo” effect of her head right next to her real face... it was all a bit creepy and I got real shivers which woke me up.
And with that reply, she recognised me and she let the cup fall on the ground. I went down from the dragon and apologised. -And... What eat your dragon? She asked me. -Eh, not much, i just fed him home. She invited me in the house and while she cleaned the mess, I asked her sime questions: -Are you married? -No. -Do you need help? -No. -sorry for the mess. -it's nothing. She end to clean and next we went outside. -will be better if you will change your clothes. Eh, anyway, I will take you how you are now. I said to her, before I climbed in the back of the dragon and taked her with me.
Antonia, my sister, was at her house and heard the sound of doorbell. She was dressed in pajamas, but anyway open the door and saw me and my dragon. *She remember clear how I was dressed and how my dragon looked, with every little details.* She freaked out but at the same time was suprised and confused. -Hi, I said to her. She didn't answered, and I started to laugh. She had the feeling that she knows me, but wasn't sure. -We didn't see each other from very long time,I continued. -I never saw you before. You want a cup of coffee? She asked me. -No, I told you before that I didn't drink coffee
Morning of November 6, 2015. Friday. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score: 60. I am walking with Zsuzsanna and our three youngest children. Our middle son is younger in my dream. We walk east on the south side of a street in an unknown area near a field. It is implied to be Northside La Crosse, several blocks west of Loomis Street. We arrive at an intersection. Zsuzsanna is pushing our youngest daughter in a baby pram. Our two youngest sons are in pedal cars. Our sons ride down the sidewalk ramp into the street into potentially oncoming traffic, though the cars are moving slowly and have not reached the intersection. I pull them back to advise them not to cross on their own. We all rise into the air and slowly fly over the intersection, our sons still in their pedal cars. In this dream, I use emerging semi-lucid vestibular system correlation to rise in the air to cross above the intersection to deliberately avoid oncoming traffic. Zsuzsanna and our three youngest children, ahead of me, also cross in this way (under my liminal intent), our sons in pedal cars, our daughter in a baby pram that Zsuzsanna is pushing. I have often used vestibular system correlation to deliberately initiate the waking process and rise out of my dream. It is logical to assume that the oncoming traffic, solely perceived as perpendicular to our ongoing direction, is the waking directive, as my dream ends a short time after we land on the other side of that street rather than allowing me to return to deeper sleep.
I was in the garden doing some work, cutting back plants etc. A large, cabbage-looking plant was seemingly growing out of an old tree stump. As I approached, it reared up, detached itself from the stump and grew in size. It had a sort of cabbage-like head and long octopus-like tentacles. Within seconds it was high above me, ready to attack. I was scared.... until I realised it was a dream and I could control it. At this point the creature reduced in size and the threat was gone.
This dream isn't recurring per-se, but I have dreams very similar to each other regarding this topic. It generally starts off with me going outside at night time, and looking up at the night sky. There are thousands of stars and galaxies in the sky. But in all of these dreams, I see a planet zooming very quickly and closely past the Earth, or it ends up exploding, giving the dream an almost apocalyptic feel. What interests me most is that the said planet is either Venus or Mars. After this happens, I usually go and tell my parents or anyone around what's happening, but they can't hear me. If they can, I tell them to look up at the sky, but they don't. They stand there idling by as if nothing is happening.. yet there's planets exploding before their eyes. What I also notice in all of these dreams is that the season is Autumn - Winter, since I always feel cold in these dreams. Any insight would be great, thank you for reading. :)
Me and my school friend M. are in Hong Kong for a few hours, on our way home. We decide to visit a famous park with Buddha statues. [Not The Big Buddha, just an imaginary dream place ;) ] As we get to the stairs leading to the park gate, it starts raining, lightly and pleasantly. The park is actually a big, dark, crowded hall. There's a table (a kind of altar) in front of the Buddha statue, surrounded by the visitors. M. climbs onto the table and stretches on the surface - how embarrassing. The guards drag her down, and she has to stand by the table like everyone else. I watch from the distance. A priest offers me a bunch of fragrant candles, which come in pairs, one for each nostril. I take a few; the aroma is weird but pleasant. There's an announcement for a flash fic writing contest. M. participates, and her story wins the 1st place! (I help with the editing.) The results are broadcast on TV worldwide. Our classmates and coworkers are proud. We never leave Hong Kong. M. becomes a head of a huge media franchise, comparable to Pokémon. I control one of the minor characters, a professor someone or other. I'm not allowed to communicate with my family. M. also doesn't communicate with her family, but she doesn't miss them. I attend a corporate meditation training, and argue that meditation is just as useful as taking a nap, which I can do any time anyway. However, no one agrees.
Early evening of September 21, 2018. Friday. Reading time: 1 min 56 sec. Readability score: 64. During an evening nap, I slip into typical VSC in which I had borrowed a truck from someone unknown. I drive along in an unfamiliar neighborhood but with no focus on its unfamiliarity. The sense of movement, which begins my dream, is vivid throughout. I stop near an unknown residence where two unfamiliar women are present. For no reason in particular, I ask the oldest one if she would like to return the truck to its owner. She seems slightly puzzled. I tell her how he only lives about a block away. We talk in a friendly manner for a short time, but I decide to return it myself. I start to roll forward down a slope (a common VSC factor in dreams since early childhood) without driving, but I maintain control of direction with the steering wheel (and non-lucid dream control of VSC). I feel good. The street illogically becomes part of a big warehouse. As the vehicle rolls into the big warehouse and turns to the left, I see that the street turns off ahead to the right at about ninety degrees, but an internal warehouse wall blocks the view of it. I hear a loud roar, reminiscent of that of the MGM lion. A strange vehicle approaches from the opposite direction. It resembles a steam shovel without the cab and with the boom mostly vertical. It seems to be on a rolling platform. I get the impression of rails guiding its direction. The small bucket may serve as its “head.” Its “face” is blank and dark, reminding me of the essence of a television that is not on. As it continues to move towards me, I realize the truck I am in no longer has a roof. It now seems like a military jeep. I have no fear at all (even though I am only liminally becoming lucid) and look forward to jumping up, grabbing, and crushing this “creature,” (as soon as it lowers closer to me) which may be a robotic maintenance vehicle for the warehouse, but instead, I spontaneously wake before it arcs down. VSC personification as the unknown older woman but then choosing to initiate the transition myself was almost like ad-libbing. It even felt as if I was randomly doing such as part of a self-directed stage play. Perceiving the emerging consciousness factor (though still dominated by RAS) as an “empty” television (as in my “Kingdom” novella of 1990) may stem from recently watching more television than I have in years, though still not as much as many other people. I have not perceived television as a “monster” since before I met Zsuzsanna, though even so, I held no fear here, only the desire to crunch the machine, with a sense of certain (automatic) victory. A warehouse serves as a representation of leaving the liminal space of the dream state, typically the last setting of a dream.
In a 3rd world country/jungle looking for my lost, very young daughter (who in reality was my best friend, Mary Jacobson from Kindergarten, whom I’ve never had contact with since. I am now 39 years old) (??). The area is flooded. Homes are flooded. A local man guides me swimming through underwater towns and rivers until we get to ocean. I’m now alone on a raft made out of tarp. Ocean water is brown and dirty. I’m screaming for her but it’s obvious she is nowhere in the middle of ocean. I swim back to the town. 2 foreign men throw a check for a little over $2,000 at me which in my dream I somehow know is an insurance check? (I work in insurance). I throw the check in the water and am hysterically sobbing cause I just want my daughter. My husband wakes me up saying I was making a very sad, wailing sound in my sleep.
In the dream i was walking in the street with my ex and bump into a girl who starts being nasty to me trying to make me feel bad about the way ive treated my ex then i defend myself by saying she cheated on me ! Then for some reason these people come out of no where and start trying to attack us . I gt the girls to a safe place and go bag for my exs bag she droppedduring the escape where i get into fights with nearly every person i come across. But all these people be nice to me then turn on me really fast ???? I woke up after this and its really bothered me ! What dos this mean ?