Morning of February 14, 2017. Tuesday. In seemingly late morning, my wife Zsuzsanna and I are looking over our front yard. It is in Cubitis rather than our present address. (Yet again, I have no memory or recall of anything being incorrect. Zsuzsanna has never been to America or lived with me in Cubitis where I have not lived since age seventeen.) The grass seems to need mowing in a few random spots but I am first cleaning up debris. I eventually notice what I first think is a transparent rubber ball (of the kind sold in small vending machines, sometimes with sparkles or a small plastic figure inside). It feels just like one when I pick it up (and I am fairly certain that it is a rubber ball that our children had left on the lawn, and it is also sparsely speckled on the surface though that is a feature which is gone later). Over time, I notice a few more. Eventually, I notice that there are also several of them that have at least two large triangular dents on opposite sides as if partly squashed. I decide that they are possibly something else, perhaps some sort of natural anomaly. I mention to Zsuzsanna and our two youngest sons that they are probably eggs (though possibly oversized frog eggs). Perhaps the “rubber balls” with the dents are ones that had hatched. I start to gather them up and there are quite a few. It does seem that they are vaguely associated with frog eggs. Frogs are a water denizen and mark a specific level of consciousness related to water induction (dream state initiation). The life cycle of a frog is directly analogous to the initiation and waking transition of the dream state, validated when I was very young. The tadpole (non-lucid dream self beginning) to frog (emergent consciousness).
I have been dreaming something like this a lot lately.So all people that i know are in this big building and packing because we know what is coming. I am somehow not scared but i worry about my younger sister. I see some people changing into zombies but no one actually cares... its like they are used to it. So my sister and I call my parents to come pick us up, which they did...and when they came they seem not to care about the zombies either. so we went to the car and as i am closing my door i wake up. i felt like i had a fever but i didn't...
Morning of September 20, 2017. Wednesday. This dream is vivid from start to finish even though I deliberately change my identity twice (by way of subliminal lucidity). Instead of my most common form of dream state initiation (water, which symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep), it begins with another very common dream state indicator, that is, “still” being in bed. (The difference of course relates to sleeping in the waters of the womb in the first months of life in contrast to sleeping in bed, though the dream state initiation form may be incidental.) My dream self’s memory is mostly limited to not much beyond the age of twenty. The bed turns out to be in a new version of the Loomis Street house. It is in the living room. There is much more space on the north side of the room than there was in reality and there is also a vague association with our Gellibrand Street apartment of years ago (though I do not reflect upon this while in my dream). The bed is in the northeast corner of the room, aligned to the north wall. I am on the left side (which is atypical as I have mostly been on the right side in recent years when sleeping with Zsuzsanna, though this is probably related to subliminal reinduction). My brother-in-law Bob had been sleeping on the right side. My sister Marilyn is alive and as she was in the late 1970s (with no memory of her having died in 2014). She has not yet decided to go to sleep. I am seemingly aware my mother had recently died (though she died in 2002). Anita comes in through the front door and asks Marilyn if she had been in the bed sleeping, mentioning “all five people” in the bed (even though I had only been aware of Bob being in the bed). I turn more to my left, very close to the edge of the bed. It seems that Anita had picked up and kept an American quarter that had fallen out of my shirt pocket. More coins fall onto the floor from my left shirt pocket, including at least three American quarters and a few nickels and dimes, but these I retrieve and put in my right pants pocket (as I am apparently wearing blue jeans in bed). I then get up and start practicing telekinesis by willing objects to fly into my right hand, mostly cups, empty soda cans, and dishes. “Did you see that?” I keep asking Anita and Marilyn. There is no surprise from them. I go outside and it seems to be late morning (even though it had been nighttime seconds before). I fly about six feet above the ground but mostly hover and loudly screech. The unfamiliar neighbor to the south has a few children playing in his yard. I decide to go over, via the alley, and apologize for my behavior, as it may have frightened them. I explain to the man that I am “Carrie’s brother”. For a short time, I puzzle over the timeline possibly being wrong, as Carrie and I are supposedly around the same age and I perceive it may be the late 1980s. I then show him my telekinetic ability. I will small items to fly into my hand from a distance as well as an empty cardboard box that had been put out for the garbage collectors. The other male seems curious but not afraid. “I can lift a house,” I explain, “or a car”. (I have the usual false memory that a house can be lifted into the air and set back down with telekinesis without destroying the foundation, plumbing, or electrical connections.) There are many scenes after this where I go into a building and show my telekinetic abilities to several other unfamiliar people, mostly males of about twenty. I continuously will, over and over, mainly cups (though other items as well) to fly into my right hand. I perform such acts at least thirty times as others watch with mild interest. It seems effortless and triggered by softly imagining the feeling of already having it in my hand. I also eventually cause cups to slide across the table away from me (not nearly as common a dream event as willing them to me). The others find it amusing when I do this. For some reason, this seems more important and impressive than drawing objects to me. I then decide to be Carrie herself (even though I am not lucid). I am beginning what seems like eighth grade in an unknown school. While sitting at a long table with a few others in a row, I will pencils to fly into my hand from the table in front of us. One unfamiliar boy directly to my left looks at me and the pencils flying from the other table into my hand, but does not react - as if he cannot see or understand the world around him. He looks somewhat arrogant but completely clueless. I reason that, unlike the previous witnesses, many young people have no perception or understanding of the world around them, so unusual or unexplainable events are not perceived as such at all. From here, I notice that the top layer of skin has come off around the base of my thumb and partly across the palm. There are clumps of dead skin here and there that I peel off. The flesh underneath is pure white and very soft and smooth. Curiously, I do not notice that my hand is reversed in orientation, that is, when my palm is up, my left thumb is on the right (instead of my left thumb being outward to the left with my palm up as it should be). It is very vivid, with an augmented sense of touch (though no pain) and I never take more notice to this impossible hand orientation despite the clarity. In the last scene, I fly around above Sill Street, mostly to the west. (This is a very illogical location and focus for my dreams, as it was of little significance in real life and not seen at all since 1994, and yet has peculiarly become more common over the last few years.) This seems more of the closing credits to a movie. Curiously, instead of music associated with “Carrie” (1976), I hear an altered version of the lyrics and music from “Sybil” (1976 television miniseries). However, these are the same incorrect lyrics I sang in the 1970s, even playing the music on my accordion and electronic organs. I perceive Carrie (Sissy Spacek) as singing them. Instead of “Mirror mirror in my mind”, I always sang “Mirror mirror in my heart” (so much so, the real lyrics now sound “wrong” to me). Instead of “Come as a dream, ribbons of rhymes”, I sang it as “Fashions and swirls, ribbons and curls”. Interestingly, Anita’s reference to supposedly five people having been in the bed may have deliberately foreshadowed me playing the two other roles before waking. Coins often relate to coalescence and the level of subliminally perceived neural activity in the dream state. Since early childhood, I have always been aware of very distinct differences between dream self modes, including passively non-lucid, non-lucid but willful, subliminally lucid (being aware of making and controlling the dream though not remembering what a dream is), passive lucidity, willful lucidity, apex lucidity (total and sustained willful conscious creation and automatic linear control of the dream including deliberately symbolic waking transitions based on fifty years of day to day experience where certain long-term forms of conscious thought automatically integrate into unconscious states), and other distinct levels of unconsciousness, including entirely abstract where my existence seems to be as a letter of the alphabet or geometrical form, sometimes with unusual and unique mental rituals, or the repeating of a phrase to “perfectly” assume a physical position prior to waking.
last night i dream of being in my hometown with my boyfriend and suddenly i saw him talking to some one on the his phone so i ask him whose that and he said oh her name is juniffer and I've been talking to her for couple of months and oh i forgot to tell you i have a buddy at work and she give me or place a hickey on my chest with an action of showing his chest and back to me then looking at him with a big question mark on my head like what ?? he's smiling telling me about those things and i told him can you talk to her later cause i'm with you and he said no i cant and then on my head again what ?? and i ask him why then my dream ended
I carried lots of black plastic bags into my small room in Taiwan (I live in new york now). Next thing I realized my room was full of eels climbing around on my floor. I tried to get them back in the plastic bags 2 by 2 but whenever I put the second eel in, the 2 eels fought and one dies. The parts and blood of the dead eel will flew out of the bags.
There has been a flood at Merpek. Chee Weng, Jon, Joanne, and I loot a hardware store for what we need. Joanne gets some stationery & balcony stuff, while I get batteries & shelving. However, the boss soon returns. Chee Weng discusses a delayed payment with Finance, while Jasmine and I help put away dresses, which would help the goodwill. When I find out we have to pay $500 upfront, I decide to return my stuff. While there, I witness the press conference where Hishamuddin insults Chuan Jin, thinking he's Chee Soon Juan. After that, I discover Melissa has paid for everything else first.
As a type 1 diabetic I am fortunate enough to have a glucose monitor that's waking me up in case of a low blood sugar during the night. So a little while ago I had a dream inside a dream: My insulin pump was vibrating which woke me up, I tested my blood sugar:2,7(normally 4-10) I wondered why I didn't feel any symptoms and then "woke up". certain that I was awake I went to check my blood sugar: 1,4! I stumble out of bed panicking and go to my stash of maoam and start eating! I woke up with a normal blood sugar and had the biggest maoam craving Any idea what it means to dream inside a dream?
I was holding the cellphone of a dead boy. He was probably about 4-7 y/o. I remember I clicked some button and was able to hear his last phone call before he died with some woman. I somehow was able to find out where he died or was killed, which was the same place where I found the cellphone. It was beside a really old house which was covered in leaves and in front of it was an ocean. (The location was either in England or the US but I think England.) I don't remember what I did after that other than receiving a call from the dead boy. I also recall feeling incredibly scared
Before the dream I had a guy that I liked so much and he stopped talking to me out of nowhere and today I had a dream with him and I messaged him in my dream and he was so mad and he was cursing at me and ended up blocking me from talking to him, what can this mean?
I am Creek/Kiowa,raised Creek,I never had the chance to learn Kiowa ways. I dream I start going to a Kiowa tribal college and meet my Kiowa cousins. I go with one to the counselors office. She hands him papers and tells him that is his lineage from before colonization up to present day. When I hear this I get so emotional I start crying. We talk about my frustration of not knowing that side of my culture. She tells me it is good I came to their college to learn their ways and says I can use what I learn to find the remains of my ancestors so they can be buried properly.
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Morning of September 19, 2017. Tuesday. In the first part of my dream, in the first non-lucid segment, I am in a typical scenario where I am in a bookstore (or what is firstly perceived as one) and looking at various comic books and graphic novels. This goes on for a long time as I gather a stack together to keep. The books are unfamiliar, thus new to me, though some are implied to be older (as far back as the 1970s). At this stage, the personified preconscious is present as a younger unfamiliar male. Curiously, he is painting, as if there was also an art studio here. It is not much bigger than A4 size and lying on the table that I am sitting at eventually. It seems to be a landscape with flowers in the foreground. I tell him how I had painted, with a paint-by-number kit when I was a boy, two skulls. I explain how they were two singular portraits of skeletal pirates, shown from about the chest up. (This is based on a real-life event and thus atypically, is a real memory.) He said he had never heard of them. “Oh, they were quite popular,” I reply. I then go on to describe how my older brother Earl had started a very large paint-by-number of the Mona Lisa, but had never finished. (This was also a real event, from the early 1970s.) Eventually, I decide to walk out of what now seems like a second-hand store. I have a stack of graphic novels and comic books at least a foot high. However, it seems confused with the free bookstore, where (in real life) there is no one present other than the patrons and one is trusted to trade books of equal value on their own. A cashier, an older unfamiliar female, stops me by asking what I am doing. She is at a counter to my right. Apparently, I have to pay for the books, possibly a lot of money, which I do not have on me, which I tell her. I also protest in that I tell her I had left food on a previous visit. It does not seem to matter to her. I still apparently have to pay for these books now. I take out my wallet and the contents of my right pants pocket and see that I have only coins, which I place on the counter, which has now suddenly shifted to the opposite side of the room and farther back from the entrance of the store - a subliminally willed (non-lucid, though known as subliminal lucidity in my lifelong journal) attempt at reinduction, that is, I had consciously but subliminally willed the counter back from my dream’s implied exit point as well as shifting it from the right to the left, as right is more typical of waking symbolism orientation. (The checkout of a store symbolizes a specific level of emergent consciousness as a common liminal space end marker in my dreams, fully understood as such since I was very young. This does not mean every dream ends shortly after a checkout is rendered, but it does indicate a precursor to an expected shift in consciousness, not necessarily full wakefulness, though that is often the case). The preconscious factors had transmuted from the artist (which symbolizes potential lucidity, though my non-lucid dream self does not realize this) to the elderly female cashier, though an unfamiliar male with a beard joins her on her right (the same orientation Zsuzsanna and I are presently sleeping in). The other male looks at my coins. Three of them are unusual in that they are mostly featureless other than having an embossed circle on them. “These are tally-hoes,” he says. This seems to mean that they may not be coins for buying something but possibly for use with public transport, or perhaps of little value. (Of course, “Tally-ho”, here an absentminded association with tallying up the total price as in “tally whole cost”, is here also a codeword for the waking transition analogous as the dream self hunting for the fox, which represents the precursor to coalescence back into conscious self identity and critical thinking skills or cleverness which the dream self does not typically possess.) From here, my state of subliminal lucidity increments slightly. I decide to leave the store with the books anyway, by teleporting and phasing through the entrance door without opening it (another form of subliminal reinduction, that is, even though I do not know I am dreaming, I deliberately manipulate it, a very common state of in-dream awareness for me). Still, they are heavy to carry, but I do not mind that much. It seems to be late at night. I notice that the moon is of an unusual appearance as a number of unusual clouds encircle it. The moon imagery is within the blue sky even though the rest of the sky is dark. Understanding that this image of the nighttime sky is absurd, I now become fully lucid, which means my dream is consciously mine to change and sustain in any way I want. The first act I perform is to joyfully throw my books onto the ground, as there is no sense in carrying them (or to be weighed down by them) in the dream state. I feel physically lighter and very happy to realize I am dreaming due to lifelong understanding of taking full conscious self advantage of this state. I enter apex lucidity and decide to create a park and have a sustained and augmented sexual encounter with Zsuzsanna. After this, I will it again. Parts of my body are “buzzing” with pleasure and our climaxes are extended (probably due to the Tetris effect from so many real-life events). However, I eventually shift into a different form of lucidity, where my dream is so realistic, that my dream self starts to question if my real physical body is somehow walking around (which of course is a ridiculous thought, but this has happened in past lucid dreams of a higher and sustained form), so I decide to initiate waking to find that I (that is, my sleeping physical body) had not moved at all. Still, there is something about the bliss, freedom, and even perceived safety of apex lucidity that is hard to describe.
I'm hundreds again above the lawn and thousands of feet above Chicago. I feel fear again. My grandma is just this little hold lady and she could almost just hop into the home. I go to explore and find these old tunnels under the house. Daylight was exposed and they were old subway tunnels. I didn't know they were active. I was on a bike riding around and start hearing the ding of bells and realize subways were coming. I didn't know where to go, I almost get hit by three different ones. I find myself back to the house entrance. Then I woke up.
Now I'm in Chicago visiting my grandma and my dads side of the family. Another reunion with all of my cousins and family's. if was my sister, my mom, and dad again with everyone else. I'm still only 6 or 7 in this dream. My grandmas house in 10 times as big and of a top of a massive mountain in Chicago. (Which I new it was a dream because Chicago doesn't have mountains) I let the dream continue. I'm climbing up the the sliding doors-my dad is sitting at the kitchen table watching me. I look out the doors while laying on the ground and see what perspective I'm at.
I'm at my uncle and aunts for the traditional thanksgiving we had every year when I was a kid. I have tons of family. And my mother who passed away a few years ago was there and healthy again. I'm about age 6 or 7. We are all laughing and having fun again. But instead of being in southern Indiana we are in Los Angeles mountains. I look out at this perspective and see how high up we really are and I feel fear come over me. I'm looking around in the bathroom seeing what was the same (at this point I'm lucid dreaming seeing if I'm in the original house or not.). Now the dream switches to Chicago.
I'm in this strip mall. Very weird setting. I some how end up in a day care and get offering to take this little girl around the mall. She's younger about 6 and she's a little brat. I don't remember much of this dream anymore, but I do know I end up trying to buy her something and told that I needed to contact the mother to see f she can have this candy. I did so and the mom was a women I knew. The girl was a girl just a few years younger than I but was no longer a few years younger but now over ten years younger. Then this dream ended.
He said, I was in the airport when I realized what was about to happen. I run outside, saw a man with a gun. I tried to stop him and was successful in tackling him to the ground and holding him down with his gun. All of a sudden this terrorist comes, holds a gun to my head and said let him do it. He said no, and the terrorist fired the gun and the place blew up. I was laying on the ground flat and everything blew over me, but he blacked out. He didn't know what happened from there. He didn't remember that no one knew he was there and had just been acting normally. He didn't know he was missing
We are both crying at this point. We meet up and try to call his phone see if maybe he wasn't in there. No answer ever. No body was found. My dream shifts to a week later. I'm in my Spanish class and I see the back of what looks like our friend. I go up to him in the middle of class. "Helm?" He turns around and it's him. I fall to the ground crying. The teacher is yelling at me. I tell her I thought he was dead and haven't heard from him for a week and he was alive. He apologize and said he didn't have his phone. But explained what had happened that night the airport blew up. What he said...
John Wayne airport had been bombed. I was morning horribly crying trying to run up and see if I could find them. I was yelling and crying. The place was engulfed in flames and it was so unbearably hot. The sky was pitch black, but the airport was not. Nothing I could do but leave and mourn to God. Jeremy my boyfriend finally called me back and asked what happened. I cried to him saying I thought he was in the airport, and he said no he had sent gotten there yet he was running late, but his friend Helm was already there. I started crying some more because I knew helm must have been dead.
I'm in a half out door/half inside target buying a few things. A guy I use to know was checking me out at the register and he's being very rude to me. I'm trying to text my boyfriend saying to meet at 5:30 at John Wayne Airport for the plane with his best friend. Once I finish up at target and get out of there I start driving. I'm on a brick road, then freeway, and then back to small town brick roads. I see smoke and a lot of it. As I get closer to the airport I realize what had happened. I'm trying to call my boyfriend and trying to get a hold of him. Nothing....
So I got out of the way and as the doors shut I said "hello, goodbye, and until tomorrow." The doors closed and everyone was laughing at what I said to the people who wouldn't get in and missed their chance. It was so funny. Then I remembered I left my hamper and I couldn't get it back. Then I woke up.
Take people still said no. People were still running around the corner coming in. As the doers kept trying to close on my while I was trying to keep them open for people. One side where my back was closed normally like an elevator door, but the side facing the front of me closed in two parts. The bottom fist then the top would close as the backside door met in the middle. The two doors to the front had four prongs have would stick into me trying to match the other side but I kept pushing it open for everyone. I finally said "ok last chance are you sure?" The others said yup. So...
Which was a girl I went to high school with. I asked her if she though this outfit was cute. She told me is was so ugly(which is funny because I have those clothes. Lol.). then all of a sudden everyone started running saying we are gonna be late, really loudly. I start running with rolling my hamper alongside me. I ending up in this room with a huge elevator. I help stand in the way so the doors couldn't shut. Yelling "last chance come on guys" all of these people now where people I went to high school with. Some people said no they would take the chance of being another. Some people got in...