I was with my family , we were travelling to Paris by plane We went to Moscow airport with bus and then waited for plane , then we rode the plane , and when we reached Paris , it was cloudy , we went to Champs Élysées , and we were exploring the city and suddenly a heavy fog came and when we appeared in London , it was raining , I went for getting some food , there were old long buildings , there were some iron stairs next to one of the buildings , I went up , it was too high , I could see everything down there , I watched the city and I saw a small cafe , I jumped down , then I bought some tea and sandwich , I went back to my family , we began to eat and drink , when we finished we rode a London bus , and when the bus arrived at Big Ben , again a fog came , then we appeared in Norway , everywhere was covered in snow , we went to a small village house , then we eat Smalahove , and drank some hit coffee , then we went out for skiing , when skiing , lots of snow came in our front , and we appeared in Japan , it was like summer , we were in a town with lots of trees and apartments colored in brown , it was night , I entered a hospital for getting address for a hotel , it was too quiet , but the ceiling lights were shining , I went upstairs and I saw a man with crazy look who had a Katana in his hands! , and there were lots of policemen standing and getting ready to fight him , then man attacked one of them and sliced him and then attacked the others and sliced all the polices , then he jumped out of a window , I went downstairs and looked for the information , the nurses at information were hiding , I asked then for address for a hotel , they wrote the the address and gave it to me , I went back to family , we went to hotel , it was too old , but comfortable , we sat on beds , I was going to toilet and suddenly I swipped on the floor and I hit the wall , but I moved through the wall , and I saw myself in afganistan , two men were there , they came to shake hands with me , and I again swipped and hit the wall and I saw myself in the hotel in Japan , and those afgan men came with me there , Then I woke up
I was inside my house and I looked out of a window that had view of the garden. I didn't see anything odd at first. So I was walking around and eventually I came back (at night) to the same window and I could see outside because there were lights on. My dad was next to me by the window and he said to wait and see... and this garden gnome started moving. It was supposed to be a normal object, but it started to move! So my dad started looking for a big stick or some sort of weapon to attack it with, and I went to warn my other family members when I noticed that he left the door open... so it could walk in. Just at that moment, it walked in; so I started freaking out and it was jumping around everywhere and I was very stressed. Somehow, I eventually caught it, so I had it in my hand and i got a knife and i tried to cut the head off. It was like I was cutting off a sponge-like, or styrofoam like material. Once the head was completely off, it immediately grew back again, and this happened numerous times because I was frantically trying to get it to stop moving. I didn't know what it was capable of, so I was scared. Then I woke up when I realized that I couldn't kill it that way.
I was at a beach with my family. They were a lot of college people, a couple of them flirted with me, one dude screamed. “EVERYONE GET A PARTNER!” And they did, I wasn’t part of their school but 3 blonde good looking guys (that I’ve never seen before) approach to me “pick me, pick me!” They kept saying. And my uncle threw me the keys to the car. He said “there’s no time for that, your grandpa is sick and you need to take him to the hospital”. (I don’t know how to drive in real life) the guys insisted and asked whom would i picked? And I actually picked the one I liked the most (but it was a decision I actually took). While that was happening, I could see were my mom was... at a party with his drunk boyfriend, who was also a spy! Because he was wasted my mom went back home (in my dream they lived together) and found a baby named Ana li. She was climbing walls and doing weird stuff. Carlos, the drunk boyfriend, called mom and said “you must hide in the bathroom and put the password to get what we need to survive” Back to the beach, I got inside the big car alone. My grandma asked me to follow her, I went as fast as she did! Although I kind of crash the car when I was parking! I saw the muddy paths, the highway had a lot of curves that almost made my car fall off a cliff. But fortunately I didn’t. My grandpa needed surgery, and we were all there for him except for my mom who was locked in a bathroom. Now, my mom was with a child that wasn’t hers looked up. She inserted the password and instead of opening the door, a lot of secret doors opened. Inside of them were weapons and money. That’s when she realized her drunken boyfriend was a sky.
So I have really bad swelling on my left armpit which hurts most when I sleep. I was in a city that was finished in the 19th century. I started off getting some food from a concession stand. My pain in my armpit would control where I went and what I did. I was there with some people. At one point, my pain knocked me unconscious. So there were all carrying me around so I couldn't see or do anything. I could hear and that was it. I noticed they were carrying me unusually fast and smoothly. I was also able to sleep with an Ice pack on it.
Morning of January 17, 2019. Thursday. Dream #: 19,022-02. Reading time: 1 min 50 sec. An unclear backstory forms as I become vaguely aware of my imaginary dream state existence. Zsuzsanna is with me. We go into the house that was south of my Cubitis home. Unfamiliar people are presently moving into that house. Lisa had moved out recently, but there is no legitimate focus on her or our past. Zsuzsanna and I walk around inside the house. Walking through all the rooms (even though this is an imposition, as the others are moving in), we eventually come to a doorway that leads to the outdoor staircase that comes out from the north side of the northeast corner of the house. I dwell on focusing on the backyard of my Cubitis home. It seems to be the afternoon. I am cheerful and consider that I have not ever looked at my home from this specific viewpoint, at least in a very long time, that is, from the top of the stairs of the neighbors’ house. I continue to feel a sense of well-being and soon wake. Valid threads: This dream’s only correct thread is that my infra-self maintains a realization of my marriage to Zsuzsanna. Invalid or missing threads: I have no threads of recall of where Zsuzsanna and I ever lived since my time in Australia and no discernment of the fact that she has never been to America. Lisa’s house in my dream was nothing like it was in waking life and she and her parents moved in 1975, three years before I moved to Wisconsin. It was only one story and had no staircase (though a staircase represents the opportunity to vivify the dream or return to sleep or to initiate conscious awareness of the dream state). I also have no recall that she had a younger sister (though this recall is almost always missing). Dreaming and waking processes: [inherited transitional vestibular system correlation] Curiously, I act as if I am functionally aware I am dreaming by maintaining the staircase factor and even focusing on the nuances, yet I am not lucid. (I call this “faux lucidity.”) I do not descend the stairs, and as a result, my dream does not vivify or continue with consciousness integration. The King Street mansion is typically used for this (often deliberately when I am already semi-aware), though in rare cases, Rose Street is. (I have not lived there since I was six years of age. It is when I first used staircase reinduction). Today, on Twitter, another poster had a dream with identical processes (and intent) with a slightly different outcome: (LINK: http://twitter.com/c_gassmann/status/1085795056710307840). Experiencing the same autosymbolic dream state processes as other posters (especially on Twitter) happens continuously, but I do not usually point it out, especially when it is such a common factor as in this case.
This dream begins with me trying to get out of a house. I do not know who owns this house. I do not know how I got into this house. I notice windows and curtains and there seems to be a breeze blowing through the house. I look out of the sliding glass door and see a shabby deck overlooking a vast mangrove swamp and in the distance I can see the ocean. I am trying to find the light switches in the rooms and I am tidying up a bit. Some lights are on and I turn them off, but when I do that another light switches on. I finally get the lights sorted. I am feeling rushed and worried and I want to leave this house urgently. The dream ends.
This was a short dream I had lasnight. I was on holiday with 2 girls in a hot country we were partying drinking, having a good time we were on a beach at a bar I remember some guy leading me off saying we won’t be gone for long he lead me up some stairs to another group of boys a lot younger than myself and him they said they wanted to party and they needed to go to the roof of the building to a storage Cubard to do this we traveled up some stairs as we went up it got dirtier and dirtier with trash allover the place we got to the roof and we climbed some concrete stairs the man with us told me to watch out for security as we walked along the roof, I felt nervous and on edge then before I knew it they were running off and a black man in a grey security suit was running at me screaming I ran but I seemed to be like jelly I couldn’t escape i could feel his presence behind me it was nerve racking. After this I remember being in an estate close to my house but it was different again everything was similar asif I knew the place and the feel of it but it was off a little almost identical to the place from my recent dream, I was walking the streets trying to get into houses there was this 1 and I climbed through the window there was already people here living here asif they had no were to go using it because it had been abandoned there was trash everywhere like before in this house it was disgusting i walked through the house into a room and there was a tiger asleep the men were petrified wanting to wake it up but I insisted that we didn’t and they started shouting and poking at it so I left through the kitchen window and ran up a street down a wide alleyway with a lamppost there was 2 girls walking with eachother it seemed they were walking home from school or something but as I walked past them something was stopping me like wind asif a hurricane had just strook I was holding the lamppost and they were just looking at me as I blew in the wind like a human flag....
I saw this weeks ago , but didn't have time for uploading it So... I was a guard and a NKVD/KGB agent , Everything was like late ww2 or around 1946/47. There was a big railway and a grain elevator neighboring it There were many other guards and NKVD officers , we were all dressed in combat uniform and helmet , We should take care of the railway station and grain elevator , and we were informed that someone wants to do dangerous things there , I was guarding around , and then I went into the railway station and take a look at trains there Then I went to stairs to the underground , I went down and I saw a big water pipe has exploded and lots of water is coming out heavily , I turned on the alarm and called the other guards All of us tried to stop the water coming out , then we put some wooden stuff into the pipe for stopping the water , and we heard gunshots outside , we all ran up of stairs and got out of railway station , we saw some men with guns who killed few officers , we beagb to run around , take cover , shout , and shoot our guns .... We began to fire , I killed two of those men , and other guards killed some other men , and the remaining hostiles began to ran from us , we chased them and fired at them , they ran into grain elevator , we stopped outside and began to get ready for attacking inside , suddenly we heard gunshots inside , then few dead bodies of workers from there were dropped down from windows , then lots of flames came out of that window , the mans set the whole building on fire and killed the workers , we put on gas masks and began to shout , then we attacked inside , everywhere was filled with gas and smoke and flames , we ran up stairs , and those men took cover and began to fire at us , we fired at them , then we saved few workers and took them down stairs , then we ran into railway and broke all stuff we put into water pipe , and took some buckets and filled them with water and ran into grain elevator for taking out fire , I went and came few times with bucket , and when I was again running into railway station for getting water , I saw some more men setting the railway station on fire , I shouted some bad words and fired at them , then I quickly took out fire in the railway station , then again I went to grain elevator and helped other guards for taking out fire , but it didn't work , and we saw the fire getting bigger and then the way to stairs was closed , we jumped out of windows in turn , the whole building was ruined , we quickly ran to train station for protecting it , lots of men attacked the station and a heavy firefight begun , everyone were firing , after some heavy combat , we killed many of them and arrested 10 men , we took them to kolkhoz (collective farm) and then took them into NKVD outpost for reporting about things happened , after the officers took the men to interrogation room , we heard a loud explosion , we quickly ran out and saw big smokes coming of railway station , we rode trucks and called for reinforcements and firefighters , many prople from Kolkhoz came there for seeing what is going on , many guards and agents and officers were there , everything was messed up , there were lots of dead bodies and lots of burnt things.....
Back to the park I saw the guys from the bar again, they said the bar closed and moved to another place. They were mad at me idk why. In the end I found my aunt Ale who was wearing her blue long bathrobe, we were running away, in order to do that we needed to go through the dancing competition. So we started dancing and spinning around until I realized that we needed a car. I stepped on the robe making ale fall down on purpose, she cried and the park staff gave me a special car to move around. I putted ale a helmet, got on the little car and drove full speed. I kind of didn’t followed the rules so little car patrols were chasing us. We went through a chocolate filled. And ate as much as we could, in the end we found a big chocolate door with marshmallows. Then I woke up.
My dream starts at 4:00am while I was in my REM stage. I woke up for a second and went back to bed and be part of my dream (not just remembered it) I was driving, even though, I couldn’t control my actions I felt I decided if I needed to go from right and left. I had a GPS that took me to a park in Canada. When I arrived i saw a big pool and iron mans wife swimming with a black bathing suit. Then, iron man appeared and saw me watching “hey kid, do you wast anything to eat?” Ha asked and took me to a Chinese restaurant, in which I found some members of my family. They were ordering food, I wanted rice with shrimp but accidentally they brought me noodles. My cousin told me that I was eating her dads food, so I gave what was left to him. With a tortilla he made a huge burrito and started eating. It was my cousins birthday so we danced on the table to celebrate. Afterwards, I saw a bookstore near a bad looking bar. I came inside the bar and met a couple of guys (I’ve never seen before) the wanted me to play pool, but I truly just wanted to go to the library. Ironically, i was searching for books that guide me to lucid dream more. They said it was ridiculous and that I was dumb, except for one girl who followed me. The library looked like a big safari, they Were random people who told you “what do you need?” And they brought me the books, but all I needed to do was to explore the place and admire the animals. There was an evil ma who killed animal and took women to a room, he came after me, hunting me like if I was an animal. So, as soon as the guy brought me 5 books that I needed I left the place and he left me be.
Last night I saw myself coming across a big wooden box standing on four legs it was covered up when I uncovered it the table box was full of tan kittens, black rabbits and black Guinea pigs I let the animals free and the kittens went under there mothers belly to nurse why the kittens were tan and the other animals were black I have no idea.
Morning of January 13, 2019. Sunday. Dream #: 19,018-02. Reading time: 1 min 35 sec. I am uncertain of the backstory, but I go up in a manned satellite with three unfamiliar men who are all close to twenty years of age. One man is more to my left, one to my right, and one in front of me. All face away from me. We are in orbit around Earth. I have concerns at times, as there does not seem to be a roof above us. The men on the left and right have small shields in front of them, though they do not fully cover the area. The man in front of me sits before a window that also does not encompass the satellite’s walls. I consider that there may be a force field around our craft so that we are not exposed to outer space, though this remains unknown. I also think that the satellite is incomplete but will be complete soon. I notice an irregular hole on the left side of the window. Its shape is like the letter “Z,” though backward and tilted to the left. It is about a foot and a half in height. I can discern the edges of the glass, which seems at least an inch thick. I do not feel much concern about it or make any mention of what would logically be a problem. (A force field, if present, would cover the hole.) My conscious self identity is not extant, and there is no emotion. I wonder if I should give instructions to any of the men, but I do not say anything. Eventually, I notice that we are only a short distance above a forest. I think it is unusual and wonder how we are floating as such and what is going on, though I do not say anything. Outer space dreams are not very common, though this one is a form of [inherited transitional vestibular system correlation]. This imaginary scene is strange on one level because of the three simulacra. I am assuming they correlate with the three sleeping positions I enter, back and left and right sides, though I sleep mostly on my left. Typically there is only one vestibular system simulacrum to represent the return to correlation with legitimate physicality (in contrast to the fictitious body of the dream state), but this heat makes me restless at times. Being closer to Earth is being closer to returning to waking life.
Their where three main characters, a man middle age tall, a woman also middle age, blond looked like someone from the hood, and an elk.The elk was some kind of hitman/assin he would go around killing inisent people. One day he kidnaped a kid he looked like about 7. He kept him locked up in his house but faked becoming best friends with the kid and then one day just stabbed him in the head with one of his antelrs. It was one of the groosemist dreams I have ever had. The wierdest part is that in the town I live in their is a secreate organization called the elks.
I was wearing a red dress. I felt confident with it, i danced and moved around so everyone could see it. We were at a family reunion, the stripes of the dress broke down... my boobs were showing a looooot!! In front of everyone!! And I was like “ooopsie daisy!” So calmly 😂 my uncles covered their eyes and everyone tried to fixed it but it was impossible. Later on, I was sleeping on my grandmothers laps. And everyone started criticizing me because I told something to my grandma, maybe I shouldn’t have said it... but i did. I listened at their critics but pretended to sleep. someone commented a rude thing that made me cry and leave the place.
I had a dream about a planet ruled by two different kind of aliens, the blue shiny aliens and the chewy green ones. The whole planet was divided in half, and the nation worked like this: if a green alien crosses the blue field it will be eliminated and so must the blue one if it goes to the other side. But there were no boundaries for a small group of 3 mixed aliens. The city looked polluted, the buildings had uncommon shapes and sizes. The 3 friends use to gather up inside an abandoned building at the border. One night, they realized the abandoned building was a scientific lab. They started to play with old inventions, wearing strange armours and drinking potions. Accidentally, the potions gave them abilities, for example, one of them was the luckiest alien on the planet. The other one sometimes... as for the last one, the green alien, had the worst luck on earth. He would trip with his own feet! However, they didn’t care and continued looking around. Until the unlucky guy, as he wore an special suit that had a button that could call another alien species, a badass killer type. He was trapped inside the suit, somehow it took over his mind. It also had the power to control other aliens minds. “Follow my steps” he ordered to the not so lucky alien and he obey. The alien killer species looked like huge mosquitos, they were orange, their eyes looked like flashing lights. And their skin had a Ground beef texture. (Really creepy). In waking life, I had a narrator perspective, meaning I could see from any place I wanted.. somehow I was able to control it. Back to my dream, during the war the two types of aliens worked together and fought against the orange mosquitos. Mixing their abilities and technology to win the battle. In the meantime, the green kid struggled to take the suit off. I felt adrenaline during my dream, i was part of it... it was like going to the movies. Unfortunately, someone woke me up and I couldn’t finish it.
last night i dreamed of jogging through the local mall naked. i got uncomfortable stares from people and some lewd comments from men,but it did not bother me in fact i felt so excited like i was a kid again. i felt no shame or embarrassment only joy. in the dream my body began to glow a bright light ,a sort of strange bio-luminescence so that i no longer needed cloths. it felt so relaxing and i felt this incredible freedom from guilt,shame and all pain. i had a happy and giddy feeling and i was almost bubbly when i woke up.
In this dream I had a horrible, horrible migraine, which is odd, because I didn't have one irl. I usually only dream of migraines when I am actually having one, which is frequently. I had to go to a chiropractor's office, because my regular doctor was closed, or something. I was in awful pain, but the chiropractor's wife (which is someone I know irl) got me set up for some new meds. I got the script and left to go pick it up with my husband and kids. It took a really long time, and my husband kept stopping to do other errands and acted miffed when I insisted that I needed to get my meds filled. Our car folded out into a small RV type house in the parking lot of a mini-mall that I used to visit when I was young. The kids and our dog kept running off and it was really hot. The script was written as take to Lateralus, which is a song by Tool. lol I don't even know what that means, but it seems oddly specific.
Morning of January 14, 2019. Monday. Dream #: 19,019-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Zsuzsanna and I are on the back porch of our present home on W Street seemingly before dawn though there is enough light to discern images. My perception is extraordinarily vivid though I am not aware I am dreaming. She is to my left (our sleeping orientation). We are sitting and facing south toward our backyard. There is a big table (that does not exist in reality) that fills most of the space of our porch to the right of the back door (when facing the back of our house). I notice two features, both of which are yellow and black and about two feet apart, their heads facing toward the backyard. The closest to me looks like a soft toy. It is an elongated bee. The other one has a similar appearance but changes over time. I ask Zsuzsanna if it is an animal. “That’s just fuzz,” she says. Making an effort to discern the farthest feature more clearly, I see it is a big yellow and black caterpillar as long as my forearm and with long hairs. I gaze at it in wonder and soon realize I am dreaming, but I eventually wake without attempting to take control. One of the only statements I have ever read in any public source that held any truth regarding dreams is: “Similarly, he (Herbert Silberer) has shown that the conclusions of some dreams or some divisions in their content merely signify the dreamer’s own perception of his sleeping and waking.” (This is one of the only factors of dreams with established validity.) It goes on to say, “in persons who are gifted philosophically and accustomed to introspection it may become very evident.” (It was evident to me when I was very young, yet many people never realize it and consequently, pursue “interpretation.”) This dream renders the same processes in the same order as tens of thousands of previous examples since early childhood (and it is very similar in content to many others) but holds the interconsciousness thread that features Zsuzsanna, an additional emerging consciousness precursor. “That’s just fuzz” means I am not yet fully discerning enigmatic space (and aware I am dreaming). Porches are “bridges” in enigmatic space and represent liminal space in waking life as being a “bridge” between one’s house and the outside. The final emerging consciousness factor is the big yellow caterpillar. It correlates with vestibular system dynamics. Yellow is only discernible in a dream in becoming more aware of my dream self and simultaneously closer to my conscious self identity. A caterpillar is a precursor to flight as a butterfly. The bee is a soft toy here (a pillow association and thus a dream state indicator). Bees typically represent the increased neural activity of the waking process. The soft toy and the caterpillar are dual autosymbolism. (Dreams are not symbolic in the conventional sense.) They are on my left because they are precursors rather than active anticipation of the process. (I most often sleep on my left side.)
This dream caused me to feel fairly uneasy and confused drifting in and out I will start with what I remember and go into as much detail as possible. I was in what seemed to be a flat which was somehow recognisable with a window behind me and stairs to the right I was in some sort of living room with 3 close friends (2 of which I’m not talking to at the moment) one is called Macauley one is called Lewis and one is called Reece we were getting along we were taking pictures having a good time and enjoying ourselves something happened I can’t remember what but my friend Macauley killed Reece violently and we were all in a panic I started to take more pictures for proof of what had happened for some reason we were all in a panic and didn’t seem to know what to do I cried with his body distraught at what happened I had no idea what to do I felt sick and twisted at what I had just witnessed I remember leaving for not wanting to be seen there I was lost it was my home town but I had no idea how to get home some of the places looked similar to my home town but As I realised they changed it was strange some places were the same some were not I came across a woman on the way home who was very stressed out demanding I did not go home I cut through a park to go home I was holding something it looked like an ancient artefact like a telescope or something it was blue and gold with strange writing on it and a dragon sketched into it I kept thinking about what happened in the house sort of re living the situation thinking about the area around the house asif I was still there it was strange I remember really trying hard to find my way home and eventually I did but everything was so fast as I got closer moving asif I was waking up I was playing with this artefact trying to use it for some reason trying to figure it out telling everyone in my house what had happened and showing them pictures on my phone explaining it wasn’t me and showing them pictures of my friend Macaulay but he looked different evil and distorted I can’t stop thinking of how his face looked even now. It’s a little hazy after this but I remember the artifice pretty clearly too it was very strange (My dreams are extremely lucid I recently stopped smoking marijuana after 10 years of using it so I’m not sure if this is a side affect but it’s pretty sketchy and I also wake sweating uncontrollably) Hope people enjoy the read anyway 👍🏻
Dreaming I was part of a shooting pvp game. All start in our team base before the actual match, where I was picking and my guns. At first I had a pistol I don't like so I changed it for a riffle and a sniper. The match started and I was kind of noob cause I didn't know the rules or the map, but I understand that the main action was shooting and also finding spots for hiding because there were many to explore on the map. At some point I entered a cave and find some teammates and make friends with them and then the game become more fun as they explained me some tricks.
Morning of January 14, 2019. Monday. Dream #: 19,019-02. Reading time: 3 min 40 sec. Most threads of the awareness of my identity remain in entering sleep, though my perception of what house I am in changes. I look at a knotty pine wall. It would be the north wall of the Cubitis living room (in Florida, not seen in real life since 1978), though I erroneously consider it as the north wall of the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house (in Wisconsin, unseen in real life since 1994), which it becomes later. Instead of correctly seeing this segment as a dream, I see it as an opportunity to enter the dream state consciously. I focus on separating the imaginary wall from the “real” version (which is also imaginary). There is double vision for a short time. A pack of cigarettes is somehow stuck sideways on the wall, from its back. I pull one out to the left from it with my hands that I can feel but not see, considering my invisible hands as my link to the dream state. It is working well as I hold my discernment. (I do not smoke in real life.) I can vividly feel the texture of the surfaces with my invisible hands. Later, I am in my fictitious body in the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house. A sheet is in a lump on the bed, but I summon Zsuzsanna from beneath it. We indulge in lovemaking twice. After the second session, I absentmindedly decide she will become a vampire, but the transformation only lasts for about two seconds before the essence of the scenario returns to normal. The preconscious manifests as an unknown male and seems to want me to leave the dream state. He sings a sarcastic song that includes obscenities and talks about what my encounter might symbolize. “Dreams don’t have symbols as meaning anything in waking life, you stupid STUPID f—!” I say as loudly as I can. I continue to affirm my knowledge that dreams stem from dreaming processes and my perception of being asleep and are concurrent events that result from being in the dream state. “This is not my real body,” I say, “I am not conscious, I am asleep, and this is not my house. It is a dream, so SHUT UP and stop comparing it with real life, you idiot!” The preconscious simulacrum sits on the window sill and looks sad and defeated (atypically passive behavior for reticular activating system personification), and my dream becomes astoundingly vivid as a result. I go to the porch to enhance my awareness even more. Using the porch to solidify the “bridge” of enigmatic space as I have done many times in past dreams, my dream becomes so vivid that I marvel at the detail and three-dimensionality. I decide to make fun of people who talk about “reality checks,” making my right hand claw-like and smashing my fingers against the front wall of the porch to the right of its door. It is as solid as a rock at this level of dream state awareness. “Reality checks are re-tar-da-tion,” I tap with each syllable, feeling very amused and satisfied. As I stand on the north side of the porch, I watch my brother-in-law Bob walk out from inside his house, probably going out to his car. Marilyn (deceased in real life) also eventually walks out after him. I recall that she had died in real life. I talk to her briefly. I look out at the street and suburban neighborhood. It seems to be late morning. “Oh, it’s all so beautiful,” I scream as loudly as I can. “You’re beautiful,” I scream at the sky. “You’re beautiful,” I scream at the bumpy, shiny surface of the street. “It’s beautiful,” I yell at least ten times. I continue to marvel at the detail. The more I scream, and the more emotion I use, the more vivid my dream becomes and the more it stabilizes. I look around in astonishment. There is an incredible sense of peace, security, and well-being. I eventually choose to step outside from the porch door (a technique I have used since childhood), and my dream vivifies again. I cross the street and indulge in lovemaking with Zsuzsanna (from behind) for the third time as she leans forward against a wooden fence (not a real-life feature but a thread that divides enigmatic space). Other people are standing around. Natural melatonin mediation becomes an emerging thread. As a result, I notice a shallow pond on my left in someone’s front yard. Vestibular system correlation begins to initialize, creating a line of cars approaching from my right, curiously on the big front lawns of the neighboring houses rather than the street. In an absentminded reinduction thread, the first car, about two-thirds the size of a real one, flies through the air and crashes into the pond. I find it very amusing and anticipate the next one. Bob and Marilyn and a few other people look on. The second car flies through the air and crashes into the pond. The second car rises vertically from the pond and walks toward me, its underside facing me. “C'mon, you need to wake up now, your body’s gotta p-ss,” it says in a hoarse electronic voice. It grows stubby metal arms in an attempt to beat me up. I swing my right fist around at it and effortlessly knock it back into the pond. Even so, I move my right leg over the bottom horizontal bar of the wooden fence to wake myself instantly.
I was in place where I used to live when I was younger. I was just walking aimlessly until I noticed something sticking out from playgrounds sandbox. I grabbed the thing and pulled out an old, shabby Persian carpet. After cleaning the carpet out of all the sand thought came to my mind: It looked just like Aladdin's magic carpet! There was no way that I wouldn't try if it really would fly. So I went to little hill and took running start keeping the carpet in my hands. On bottom of the hill I jumped to the air and to my surprise I flew! It was more like gliding really as I slowly floated back towards ground. I tried again and again and every time I was getting little higher and higher. I was so excited! I wanted to show off my newfound power to someone and quickly I came across some strangers walking on the street. I proudly walked towards them and held the carpet in my hands. I ran as fast as I could and jumped to the air but instead of flying I came crashing down right away. They looked down to me and laughed and muttered how stupid I was to each other. I didn't give up and tried again with same result. I started to get frustrated and tried again and again and again... But I couldn't do it. I woke up frustrated.
I have had a very similar dream like this before. This time round I was even more excited and pleased as I was the last time. In this dream it is early morning and I am dashing down the stairs to go into the garage. I slow down as I enter because there are columns of boxes and a narrow pathway that leads to the washing machine and side door. I find myself twirling in a circle with my arms thrust outwards. I am in a big empty space. I keep looking around as the joy builds in my heart. I am laughing and I can feel tears burning in my eyes. I blink to look again and YES the garage is empty. It is clean. We could put 2 cars in here! We could hang alot of washing in here We could play table tennis in here, have a party even! I see in the left hand corner 2 columns of boxes left. In this vast space these boxes look very small and insignificant. These boxes contain my stuff that has been packed away.