I was in space, there was nothing around, then i've met a girl i love there, we hugged and danced. I felt so much love and happiness and seemed like an eternity, and then when i looked around again i've seen stars and planets, then shortly after she pushed me and i fell into earth.
I break into a dentist’s office to clean my teeth in an emergency. I place my face in a padded contraption, similar to a massage table. I’m probably thinking of the massage the day before. I start the process, but am shocked by her entrance. She is calm and adjusts the settings. Her kids play around and listen to a video. She recommends a facial spa for my acne. I ask more.
So in my dream I was sitting at a bus stop/café (can't remember well) and I saw my ex-bf sitting next to me and the next thing I realize was that he was helding my hand. I didn't want it yet I let him do it. He said something about us/me and then he kissed. I was surprised but somehow I kissed him back. The thing is that the previous night me and my new classmates went to a kpop party and around 2-3am we sat outside and then I saw him walking by us. He looked at me and (didn't even say hi) continued to walk. I am in a relationship with a girl (2 months) and I am so confused with my feelings.
My mum, my sister, and I were climbing up the steps to someone’s house we were going to when my mum pointed out a wasps nest in the wood of one of the steps. She told us we should turn around and leave the nest be. My sister thought other wise, and she starting throwing rocks at the nest. Obviously, the wasp got upset and chased after us. I was terrified and ran away, but my sister starting throwing my rocks at the wasps and they starting stinging her. I went and hid in the bushes as she attacked her.
Everyone was talking about this creature that was invisible. Supposedly, it would go around and steal something from an individual person so it could gain a form, and it would keep doing that. First it would take someone's eyes, then it would take the first four words someone said from their vocabulary forever, then it would take their sense of smell, their sense of touch, and finally their hearing. Everyone was afraid of it, and the only way to avoid it was to be completely silent and hide. I didn't think it was real. How could such a thing exist? So I didn't hide with everyone else, I just kept going on with my day like normal, until I saw it. The creature that stole people's senses had taken possession of a person's body, and was using it to say things. I forget what it said, but I ran and hid. The room I ran into turned out to have only my parents in it, and they said they were part of a group that worshipped the invisible creature. That's when I woke up.
In my dream, I visited the facility of my old job. I worked as a lifeguard in a gated community. The facility was really renovated and most of the employees were new. I talked with some of the residents who I used to be very close with but they seemed indifferent about seeing me. I liked the new renovation but felt melancholy about not recognizing anything.
I am in my city, in the core district. Neighborhoods and streets are mixed and the place I am in look very picturesque. I am attending some yoga classes there, and apparently some other physical activities. I see that I am going frequently, that it's a important part of my day; at the same time, in the rest of the time that's left, I am doing some academic activities, studying and teaching too apparently. I see that I am kind of beaten by doing so many things at the same time and I am stressed out. I run into a close friend of mine. She is very alarmed and she asks for my help. She is on a kind of personal mission to save some kids who are being abused and she needs to do two things: to denounce the people who are abusing them and to find them. I say of course I could help her. I start following her around the city but I lost her. I start looking for her and I return where I came from to see if I can find her there. I run into another friend, one I haven't seen in more than 10 years. She recently had a daughter. She is with her but the girl is all grown up, she must be 13 or 14. She says that now she is working in the beauty business. She looks at me and see how stressed I am and she offers me a facial treatment. Reluctantly, I agree and I sit in a spa chair in the middle of the street. She puts some masks in my face while the girl is doing my nails; then she does some face massage. Now I am very relaxed and feel much better. I thank her and start looking for my other friend again. Again I find the first friend. She leads me to some apartment (I don't remember any of it). She says she's meeting with other friends who will help her find the kids. I know these friends; some of them used to be my friends but I grew apart of them a long time ago. Recently she has actually grown apart of all of them. We are walking to where these friends are. Then I remember something. "I left my purse in the apartment", I say. "I really need it, I have to go back". She says, "why don't you go ahead and meet them and I go back to grab your purse?". I agree. I knock the door of the place they are and I go inside. The place it's a two story old building with a balcony in the middle of several neglected houses and buildings, very common in certain part of my city. They seem to be in a party, drinking, with the music very loud. All of them are with their couples. I find out that one of them, one girl who used to be my friend, is now a lesbian. They both have short red-dyed hair and the girlfriend is called Verónica. Another ex friend asks me about my friend. I explain her about the purse. Suddenly, she went mad and kicked me off the apartment. She said that I cannot be in the mission if I am going to be sloppy. I see they all are in the balcony from the ground. I shout to her "I don't give crap about what you think!" and I leave, and suddenly go back: "You know what? You can go f* yourself!" and I flip her off. She is angry since she has never been talk like that. I feel that I have to break the news to my friend that there's no use in asking help from these people.
Morning of September 18, 2018. Tuesday. Reading time: 2 min 52 sec. Readability score: 70. Still aware of where my physical body is as I sleep, my illusory dream body rises and floats into our lounge room. I remember to focus on our porch for liminal space vivification (enhancement and sharpening of the midpoint between dreaming and waking). However, when I get to the entrance of the lounge room, there is no porch. My dream self is now implied to be corporeal but has distorted physicality. My legs are not viable, so I both fall and partly hover over the stairs, yet I do not wake. I get the impression of another physical form hovering above the ground, of which I bump. It seems to be an unfamiliar male, not very well defined. He is soon gone. My dream is extraordinarily vivid but does not shift to the highest level of lucidity. The neighborhood is of a different appearance. Directly across the street to the north are more houses. On the west side of the intersection, I see a flaming man on a flaming motorcycle of which is traveling quite slowly. He is going south. The imagery is eerie but wondrous. I feel a sense of otherworldly awe. The fire is beautiful and increases my awareness of the dream state. I anticipate his approach, as I think he will turn around and come back. He does, but eventually, the fire goes out, and he is walking with his motorcycle on my side of the street. As he is walking to the north side of the intersection, I boldly call out, “You’re Johnny Blaze.” He seems puzzled, and crosses back to my side of the street, approaching me. He is wearing a blue motorcycle racing jumpsuit with white stripes down the sides. He stands close to me to become Ghost Rider again. I realize he will be able to look deep into my soul and know all there is to know about me. The experience is incredible. It is as if the universe itself is looking into all areas of my existence and personal history. He is a man again, though his eyes are glowing with eternity, infinity, and universality. I notice that flakes of my skin seem to be falling away from the scar on my right thumb, as I look down at it. There is no pain or implied threat. Instead of any potential threat, he starts whimpering in appreciation of the life I have lived up to now. He hugs me and seems like a new friend. From here, my level of awareness shifts. I become less lucid as my dream changes into a different form, though the Johnny Blaze character is still present. My mother is present, but I do not recall that she had died years ago. She asks me what is going on. I say, “I knew it was a dream, so I went from there,” regarding my description of falling out the door into a vivified scenario. That is very odd though, as I am no longer lucid (yet saying “I knew it was a dream.”) As the waking transition starts, Johnny Blaze is no longer carrying the interconsciousness within the rendering. Still, I say, “Watch this,” only loosely expecting Ghost Rider to appear one final time. Instead, a wall, like that inside a house, intersects the street, and a door appears in it. There is the common indoor-outdoor ambiguity (the sense of being inside and outside at the same time). Some other dream characters, including my mother, Zsuzsanna, and me, go over to the doorway. Beyond it from our side, we see that Johnny had crashed into a row of wheelie bins and fallen over, though I realize he is not the same character as before, as the interconsciousness had left the dream state right after hugging me (in temporary coalescence and unification). He is on the ground, mostly on his back and turned a bit to the left, looking somewhat surprised and annoyed. I wake quickly from here, finding myself in the same physical position as Johnny had been. I should point out that I had held no thoughts of Ghost Rider, either the comic book or movie for a long time. Johnny Blaze was nothing like Nicolas Cage (or any other known actor) in my dream. He was an unfamiliar man of a more athletic build.
I sometimes have dreams that are recurring and they always start at the same point and sometimes the story moves on further (or I can remember more). They're usually very storybased. Tonight I had one of those dreams again, couldn't remember the whole thing but I was able to write this down. It's really long, but interesting for I have no idea why I dream of it: The whole dream is set in a futuristic, cyberpunk setting and it's about a service or someone that's cloning humans and pets against their will. This way they won't die as their memories and soul get transported as well and each time they're cloned they lose something of themselves. Some of these people just want a worthy farewell. The animals also don't want to live forever. I have a trusty black cat who isn't a clone who follows me around as a companion. The dream starts in a hightech room which I can't leave. To leave I need to take drugs. They're painful and alter my mind. After struggling for a while through pain I black out. I wake up in that same room and for some reason, I have clear tubes inside my arms. I don't see them, but I can feel them. The tubes are stuck on a machine, I can't get them out myself but there's someone there, who is helping me out. He's pulling them out painfully and slowly. I'm basically just screaming through it while I feel the tubes being pulled out of me. I'm now able to leave. I'm on a mission for something, but I'm not sure what it's about yet. After this I go to a building and sneak around. Not sure why. When I see there's people, possibly androids there, I leave because I don't want to fuck around with that. Later I'm in a hospital. My cat is there, as well as 3 other human companions. We're all on the same mission. We're there to help people die before they're being cloned again. My cat knows the target, we're all following her. She walks in a room and jumps on a bed with someone lying in it. The hospital room is tiny. The 4 beds are placed next to eachother in the middle of the room in a square. The people are sleeping. I'm talking to my companions about how we go about this, because we're there to actually murder the person. They remind me they're there to watch me kill them. So I ask them what to do when someone wakes up, or if we're here to actually kill all of the people. We're arguing and my cat walks over every bed, confirming we're there to kill everyone. I tell them I don't know if I can actually go through with this and suddenly realise what happened in the hightech room before were tests to see if I could do this. I brutally murder all, pssbily with a hammer, leaving loads of blood (I actually don't see this happening, I see the bloody aftermath) It's a mess and we clean up. The moment we're done, a man peeks his head around the corner with flowers in his hand. He asks us: Is mrs. Sun not feeling well? I look at my companions, who don't seem to know what to say about this. I respond with: "No, she wasn't feeling well, but she's outside for some fresh air. Maybe it helps." The man responds with: Ah, alright and leaves. We're about to leave the room. A companion stands up and I notice he blocked the view of bloodspatters from the man who just left with his body. We walk out the room quickly. The souls of who I murdered follow us. They're relieved and happy. They are making jokes with eachother. When we leave the room, I look at the others. They all look like different people now, then how we looked in the room. We're suddenly disguised as doctors who work there. Before we manage to get to the exit, there's a board hanging on the wall names with who's lying in which room. We remove the names of the ones we killed. We leave the building and enter another. Everything is frozen and cold. The building and room is familiair to me, but I'm not sure why. We don't understand why everything is frozen like this. I see a oldfashioned coffee machine and want some. I don't know how it works and ask the others why it's not filling automatically, meaning I'm only familiair with hightech stuff. They look at me like I'm a moron. Then I wake up.
This dream was mostly about traveling. I was traveling a long way with my two sons alone to what at first seemed to be an unknown destination. I don't recall a lot of details at the beginning. I arrived "at school". This is a very common occurrence in my dreams. I am often trying to get to school, or get my kids to school, on the first or last day of school, and then I cannot find my car after school. This time I think it may have been the last day of school. It became like an episode from one of my favorite shows 'Teachers' where the teachers were all competing for one of the rooms, or something. I was just watching, but it was funny the tactics they used to try to get the others to go away. I haven't seen that show for a few weeks, so I'm not sure where the reference came from. Eventually school ended and I couldn't find my car. I did end up finding a car, but not sure if it was mine, or it it was just one I could drive. I needed to get to my parent's house, but it was still far away. I kept getting lost. I stopped to use a payphone and call my dad, and he gave me an address, but I was still getting lost. It was also night outside and very dark. I stopped in this town that had all this stuff that looked like a closed amusement park. I found an office that was open that was supposed to help the public. They gave me a different address than the one my dad gave me. So, I set back out on my way low on gas and money. When I went back through this town all the amusement park stuff had disappeared. It was really odd, because I swear it was there a minute ago, but it was just gone. I began driving the new direction in hopes of finding my parent's house soon, feeling upset that they hadn't done more to find me yet, or at least given me a valid address. I woke up shortly after, I think.
After I had the first dream about this crazy guy my second dream was I was at the Vons over where the first dream took place and me and my sister were walking out of the store when I saw him.I turned white got so sick to my stomach scared I grabbed my sisters arm and told her we needed to leave right now ill explain later. Right as we were leaving he looked up from digging in his cart and smiled at me and his eyes were pitch black and it scared me so much.
The dream started with me and my girlfriend on the sidewalk in a neighborhood by my house really late at night, and we were on the side walk laying down. I was holding her protecting her when this crazy guy on the other side of the street shoots a gun at us but above us so it doesnt hit us. Then he comes over and is going through his cart making weird noises holding his gun in his hand not even noticing us and I told my girlfriend and I to run for our lives while hes distracted. We got up and ran to a baseball field near by where there were some people just hanging. After we told them they seemed to not care and what irritated me was that my girlfriend was trying to go back to get her clothes she forgot. Somehow the guys cart is by the field and some random stranger has his gun but the man is no where to be seen. Then I heard gun shots and yelling but no body was panicking it was so crazy. All I know is I remember this guys face spot on and what his gun looked like
Morning of September 09, 2018. Sunday. Reading time: 1 min 18 sec. Readability score: 63. I do not usually set the preconscious avatar on fire. It depends upon my acceptance of, and resonance with, the waking process (or how annoyed I might be about waking up in contrast to the more positive willingness) and whether or not vestibular system correlation is a factor of the transition. My conscious self identity is not present at the beginning. It starts with a typical bedroom induction. The bedroom is a variation of Gellibrand Street in Brisbane, where we have not lived for many years. Curiously, there are several other people in our bed with us, though I do not perceive them as intruders. (Our bed would need to be unrealistically wide to accommodate them, but I do not perceive it as such.) I am aware that the door into the bedroom is open, but it is to the left rather than in the middle of the opposite wall. (I am atypically sleeping on my right side, with my left more exposed to my real environment). Two unknown males step into the bedroom. I do not know their intent, but I assume it is intrusive. Having a vague memory of my conscious self identity but not my real-life status, I consider what I should do. Becoming aware that I am in the waking process of a dream, I become annoyed (as I had not used the induction process to sustain lucidity). I take hold of what is left of my dream self’s side of liminal space and create the intersection process, which is otherwise the choice to reenter deeper sleep or to wake. However, the feature is two rivers that cross each other perpendicularly rather than streets (though they are about the same size as urban streets). I mentally tie the preconscious avatar and his partner to a post where the rivers cross, mentally douse them with gasoline, and set them on fire. I deliberately fly up and out of the dream state much to my satisfaction.
I had a dream where I came back to my old job, and it was my first day. About three people came to me different times saying that one of the nurse told them to tell me I was fired and only the last person told me that I had to actually leave right away and then I tried to clock out but couldn’t cuz I forgot my numbers so I went to this dude on the office desk for help and he was dressed super fancy but he was being super annoying and silly so I just tried to go to someone else that I knew found one of my managers from real life he sent me to the computers and like I had to download the application. It was weird cuz I was thinking about coming back, but not if I would get fired on my first day lol
I am in a specific district in my city, my aunt actually lives there. It's the biggest district in my city, it has many safe more suburban areas, poor areas and dangerous areas. I am with my boyfriend in one of this suburban areas, just talking a walk. We go by a house with a tall white wood fence. The painting is corroded. Just when we come close to the fence, everything goes pitch dark. We magically are inside the house and everything there it's pitch dark. We hear the voice of something very wise and very evil at the same time. We want to get out and I don't know what we do, but we appear again in front of the fence. We look at each other and reflect that there's definitively some entity there; we think that the house it's haunted. We come close again to check if what happened was real and experience the same thing. We decided to get away from it as fast as we can. Suddenly, in my hands I have a brown paper bag. I look inside and there's celery stalks in there. I wonder what they could mean. All of the sudden, I decided to break them inside the bag. When I do, I hear in my head the voice of the entity from the house. I don't remember exactly what it says, just that I was right about the entity, that I am right to believe in the dark forces of the Earth, those that a few believe exist, that there are ghosts and such thing as haunted places. I feel that somehow he has passed knowledge to me. I ask my boyfriend if he's hearing what I hear, but he isn't. I explain about the breaking of the celery stalks. Everything goes pitch dark again.
I am in a submarine travelling on a mission with some people. Inside the submarine is like a house with many rooms, some of them are ample, other small. I am in the cockpit with another person. One of the walls is actually a sliding door and it's covered with maps and all kind of info. I see someone entering from there to grab something and then returning back and closing the door. Suddenly we hear shouts of fear coming from behind the sliding door, crying for help. There's an assasin inside and he's killing and torturing everyone there. Desperately, I try to open the sliding door but it's jammed. By my effort I start pulling map after map and new maps start to appear. I stop, grab a gun and go through another way, looking for the assassin. I enter a carpeted room with white walls and there he is, waiting for me. He is a ginger middle age man with beard. He is just sitting, he doesn't have a gun and he isn't trying to escape or anything. Apparently he's tied to the chair. I know in the dream that he's insane or he has been driven mad during the trip. I try to shoot him, but when I pull the trigger, I realize it's just a blank gun. I feel scared, because I know if I don't kill him, I won't be able to save the rest of the people. He just look at me calmly, waiting for me to kill him. But just smoke and light come out of my gun. I jump to some foggy reflection about bad people and to another different scene. There's a house, a family it's living there, but I just see one of the rooms where a 13 year old girl is lying down in bed. It's the morning and she hasn't gotten up. In the room there's Harvey Weinstein and he goes into bed with the girl and start slowly groping her. The girl hears her mom in the house talking very enthusiastically with some friend. She doesn't shout or says a thing. The guy has her mouth covered with a hand, but she wouldn't say anything eitherway. She's lifeless, just feeling repulsed and sick. He grabs her boob. The mom knows what's going on and she doesn't do a thing. She's actually talking with her friend about Harvey Weinstein and how good and cool he is.
i had a dream it was the end of the world my family and i went to a abandoned hotel we turned off the lights and there was a big shadow going over me it was real scary than we turned the lights back on there was nothing there no one else could see the shadow but me everyone thought i was crazy
(this dream happened like a year ago- yet i still remember it.) (I had come home from school because i was cramping a lot and i'm a baby, mom took me home and i went to my room while my mom drove off to resume her job. it didn't bother me that i was home alone sense i get privacy so i went to bed.) I noticed i was awake again but the sun was lower than it was when i went to bed- that's strange. i went to bed around lunch time and it seemed like it was several hours in the past. I decided to wiggle my fingers because that's a thing i do to wake up slowly rather than suddenly, but they didn't move. i tried again, very confused, and they still didn't move. i decided to try and move my arm and it didn't move. I heard my brother and mom talking from the living room very faintly, i couldn't tell what they were saying. i tried moving my fingers one more time and they still didn't move- its weird because i'm telling my own body to move and yet it wont. I remembered that i had watched a video about sleep paralysis about 2 weeks before and immediately noticed that i was probably in sleep paralysis. most of this time i was thinking about how i had left a ketchup bottle container on the frame of my bed and it might fall on me any second. I felt like something was behind me, but for some reason i wasn't scared. (and that's impressive for me sense i jump at anything ) For some reason i saw myself sleeping from the view of over my doorway, i saw a white being with black spikes and white feathered wings. i still wasnt scared for some reason- but thats because i was wondering where that one ketchup bottle went. The creature stood like a human with two pairs of wings and seemed like it was covered with feathers, i couldn't see very clearly because the sun from my window was like the brightest thing in the world. I noticed that it had extended its long arm to touch my head with its noticeable long fingers. that frightened me because its hand was colder than ice and i was trying to call to my brother of mom to come and wake me. I suddenly woke up for real this time and realized it was about 2 hours after i had gone to bed. The ketchup bottle was still gone and i didn't hear the chatter of my brother or mom anymore- turns out they were still at work and school. .-.
I dreamt about someone giving me a back hug. I know I was an adult or 20 to 23 of age. I was walking around the house until I felt an arm around my waist. I smiled. He told me let’s cuddle. His voice was so soft but deep. He also sounded tired. I giggled then turned around to face him. But I could not see his face clearly. He had brown hair And I could also tell he had dreamy eyes. It made me felt very happy. I was about 8 at age. I remember this so much that till now it’s still clear in my mind. I later met this guy in school and I was 13 years that time. He was a transferee. He was from Busan (yes he’s Korean). He is kind of good in English. How I know. He is now my best friend. starting from the last 4 months. Not to mention he really looked like the guy from my dream when I was 8 years old. I sometimes think it’s him. He has a soft but deep voice, Brown hair, dreamy eyes and not to mention handsome. I always told my self why on earth I dreamed about it.
Night of September 13, 2018. Tuesday. Reading time: 1 min. Readability score: 62. Vestibular system correlation begins as my dream begins, which is semi-lucid but allowed to render randomly, as I do not make a willful attempt to orient or give willful detail to any of the patchy space. However, a common thought at this stage is choosing the setting of being on a bus, which is not as expansive a process as a helicopter or airplane (or flying unaided). So the setting stabilizes as a bus, seemingly in late afternoon, but I am not corporeal, as I have not fully “stepped in,” though I am on the right of the bus driver’s seat. There is no driver. An empty child safety seat (baby car seat) is atop the empty bus driver’s seat, closer to the steering wheel. The bus is moving in a setting that seems like an ambiguous mix of a bullring (bullfighting arena) and a Nascar venue. Although it is driving itself, my dream self is still liminally controlling its direction and speed. The Paul Simon song, “Baby Driver,” is loudly playing from an undetermined source, diffusing through the environment. There is an enhanced awareness of energy and activity. I start to feel very amused and cheerful by the absurdity of the scenario. Most members of the audience are cheering and throwing confetti as the bus circles the area. I start to wonder why the Paul Simon song emerged, as I had not heard or thought of it in years. Still feeling cheerful, I decide to come out of my dream.