This dream is kind of another one of those boring could be real life dreams, but it was my dream, so I'm journaling it! I must have taken one of those home DNA test kits. The results came back and I wanted to compare to my parents, so I bought one for them to take, too. I took it to their house. I talked to my dad about it. In my dream the only way to complete the test was to wash the test strip with a load of laundry so that it could gather everyone's DNA, I guess? lol I put it in with a load of towels. The laundry room that the washing machine was in was in an older, past house than the rest of the dream. Somehow while it was washing a cat got it out and took off with it, rendering the strip unusable. I was really upset, because the tests are expensive and I couldn't afford to buy another one. My dad didn't seem to care much. Him and I were washing dishes that were just a series of tupperware containers while I explained to him what results I received and what research I had done so far into our ancestry. I'm not sure if it was after I left there or another dream entirely, but then I went to what I thought was Wal-Mart. I'm not sure all of what I was getting, but it was big items. Like storage type of items. In reality there would be no way they'd fit in my cart. I went to check out and I had some coupons. When I looked I noticed they were Target coupons mostly, so I put those away and I kept out the rest. When I saw the total I remembered that my husband told me that we didn't have much money left in the account. I decided I should probably not buy extra stuff I didn't need. I asked them to place the carts to the side so that I could possibly come back later to purchase the items. There was a Mennonite lady trying to use her charge account, but it was needing renewed, or something. She had been there struggling to the side of the registers the whole time I was there. I felt irritated for her. Then there was someone that was brainstorming about a book they were writing and random people were yelling out ideas. They were idiotic ideas and I was quite peeved at the sheer stupidity of most of them. I couldn't even see the person they were talking to. As I was leaving suddenly I noticed everything turning into Target signs. It seems I was at Target all this time and I could have used my coupons. I'm not sure what the first part of my dream means, but I think the last part is about how easily I get confused with brain fog recently due to chronic illness, so that was a pretty easy one to decipher.
I was going to visit a game studio for an interview. The team here seemed overworked and unhappy. I talked to a programmer and he told me his life was hell and he could never leave this place. The CEO of this place had an evil look to him. Later on we were in a large dining room with a lot of people. I have social anxiety in such circonstances. At the table I was there were a couple of beautiful women and one of my childhood friend. He started flirting with a woman but I was sitting between them so I proposed we would exchange seats so they could talk. I felt more and more like I didn't belong and more and more alone and I was just observing not doing anything. I had a closer look at one of the women and she looked exactly like a crush I had in high school (she is recurring in my dreams and always appear with her magnetic fun personality that I can never really forget) But after closer it turns out she only slightly looks like her. The dinner continues like this and I feel more and more estranged and alone. Suddenly someone screams that there is a snake in the room. A giant blue snake appears but it's not really a real snake it's more like a snake in a disney movie that distorts and moves in a very weird way but he doesn't look frightening. Then I feel something behind me and on a wall just behind me is another snake but this one looks way more real and threatening. Everyones start panicking and people start leaving the restaurant so our group follow. The sense of dread and terror intensifies. When we get outside it feels like some sort of terror attack is going on there are debris everywhere and most terrifying on the ground there is a dead dog that looks like he was stomped by something really heavy. There is blood everywhere and his organs are scattered on the floor. I get a flashback that the evil CEO of this place is the one who killed the dog. Then my group gets separated and I'm alone in the streets there are weird figures in yellow suits or maybe yellow monsters that only look human on the surface and this is where I wake up.
I was at manila in phillipin and i was at a beach it was very beautiful, i got there by driving my parents car myself. i could breath underwater the beach was so deep at the bottom were these two huge pipe things that shot out some sort of fruit that helps you breath and talk underwater so we ate them minecraft style and i could hear the eating sound. Before i ate one of the fruits i held them up to take a closer look at them and they look grey, the size of tennis balls. My dance mate Phobea was controlling one of the pipes and having a game where she will shoot out the grey fruit balls and we would try to catch it. I was surrounded by random kids i have never seen before and only some people i know from school and my sister was there
I was walking through the jungle and all of a sudden I hear a scream so I follow the scream and I come to this little boy that got bite by a snake and I had a venom extractor and I put it on the spot where he was bite and I asked the little boy what did the snake look like and he said “ it was gopher snake “ and I had anti-venom of that snake and I took a needle and put the anti venom in his leg
Morning of August 18, 2018. Saturday. Reading time: 1 min 15 sec. Readability score: 56. I fly to a faraway dense forest in late morning, though there is a dirt road near one section. Louis Gossett Jr. is a lumberjack. I only vaguely recognize his celebrity status, but I do not build upon it. He nods briefly, hardly a nod at all, but I do not know if it is at me. I can see myself contemplating a continuation of this dream, but I decide I may be imposing on his job, and so I fly back home. Waking thought: “I am the origin of the universe.” (This is interesting. I will probably use it later to see what sort of autosymbolism it manifests in the dream state.) Saturday, 18 August 2018 update on “River Bank Treasure Hunt” (August 15, 2018). Curiously, Zsuzsanna had read my online version of “River Bank Treasure Hunt” without having known all the relevant dream content (which I did not include all of online, as many of my dreams are typically too long, surreal, or convoluted to include all detail) though still somehow perceived the segment that included Aretha Franklin. (Even though we often communicate on other levels, this seems more about her sensing unwritten content in text. However, since significant content in my dreams had originated out of her thought processes long before we met, it remains unknown.) I did not include that detail, because I “knew” Aretha Franklin would die the next day (which turned out to be correct even though I had no viable focus on her status in recent memory). Ultimately, I feel it does not matter. (Some people might have perceived it subliminally from my original inclusion of the segment with Ella Fitzgerald.) As with the missing Malaysian flight, and many other precognitive dreams I had posted on the Internet (including dream content virtually identical to another poster’s before they posted theirs), no one notices in most cases.
It is so weird, the dream is too vivid. I dreamt that I'm in my parent's kitchen, but the dream is only scoped to a specific kitchen cabinet. I opened it, and then the door got separated from the cabinetry without any effort. It wasn't old and broken up, as I know it. After I woke up, I went to the same cabinet and tried to open it. The hinges are tightly secured and the door opens and closes just as it normally is. It's odd how such a dream would tell me to go open it to confirm my predictions. But I need to know what the message is behind this dream.
Morning of August 13, 2018. Monday. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec. Readability score: 64. In my dream, I am about 14 years old again. I am living in Cubitis, with my parents, though the usual ambiguity comes in later, where I have at least a few threads of my current conscious self identity, and I am aware of my oldest son, though perceived as younger than he now is. However, I have no recall of our current address as is often the case and my presumed age in my dream is not in conflict with my real current age even though my son would be older than me if my dream self’s age is correct. The north area of the living room has a large table. My parents are selling fruit, and members of the public come into our house to buy it. An unfamiliar older woman comes in to get persimmons. However, she mentions that they have bruises, and I see that most of them are in a bowl and probably overripe. She seems very cheerful and friendly but leaves without buying anything. Later, my son seems upset, and a strange yellow fluid flows out of his right eye, on the right side as he cries, almost building up like a wave of cake icing. It seems bizarre to me, and I know something is not right, which causes me to wake up rather than resolve it while still in my dream. For now, I am going to assume there is no precognitive thread here related to health. Yellow is what I use (both in infra-awareness and lucidity) to initiate clarity of consciousness in the dream state (and have done so since around age three). Coming from the right side of his right eye, it is a direct association with moving toward the waking side in REM (Rapid Eye Movement) sleep. (I sleep on my left side for the most part.) Autosymbolism integrating subliminal, liminal, or lucid awareness of REM itself is not nearly as common as the vestibular system correlation from balance or imbalance of the illusory fictitious dream body with the real physical body in sleep. The rest of the content comes from two different events, one being Zsuzsanna’s mother leaving overripe fruit on our porch that spoils, the other from having so many passionfruit, that some are becoming overripe. When I lived with my parents in Cubitis, they had a store for a few years. Business was on the carport or in the shed (where my father also raised and sold rabbits and fishing worms), not inside our house.
My 9 year old daughter had a vivid dream about a hooded dark shadow which was a man without a full face. She been drawing this thing every since she had a dream and alway scratch and scribble his face out. In her dream she said we were out of town and i had went into a building with some new friends not the friends that I already know that she knows of. She watched us go into the building and then the building blew up (bomb went off she said). But she saw me come out and she said GOD saved me she guess, but when she turned her head their was a dark hooded shadow man without the a full face only his mouth was coming towards her and told her not to tell her mom . When she tried to warn me the shadow tried to choke her and she was paying attention what she had on in the dream which were jeans and until this day she do not wear jeans. I did not know about why she always got mad if I tried to put her on jeans until now which I do not buy her jeans because of this dream. She has sleep apnea also she have seen this doll that no longer sleeps in her room turn her head and look at her one day as well as a white glowing lady sitting in the backseat with her and disappeared when she got scared which I would called an angel (which she said the lady looks like me and my mom but older) could be my grandmother. Why I"m looking for answer to see if my daughter is gifted.
Morning of June 2, 1998. Tuesday. Reading time: 54 sec. Readability score: 57. I deliberately step into an interesting street scene, but during a sequence of more quickly changing settings when the human forms have not stabilized. (Dream characters usually transform at the rate of about once per second in the first dreaming stage of the sleep cycle, until I allow them to stabilize, though they also sometimes melt into and out of each other during these stages.) A group of East Indian men (most from about thirty to forty years of age) approaches, some in traditional clothes, some in suits. They are carrying what I think is a casket. Moving closer, hovering in an incorporeal form while maintaining vestibular system correlation, I see the lid is now off. The “casket” contains long yellow candles (emerging consciousness color) aligned in the box lengthwise end to end. One of them alights, and I hear a male ahead of the group say, “Oh, look at that,” more in wonder and respect than surprise or alarm, and I wake softly, feeling alert and well. There is an essence of magic, though not “real” magic, only the knowledge of the dream state and how to mediate and modulate it. The “lighting a candle” process is a thread (both in infra-awareness and lucidity as here) that I have used since early childhood to more clearly define my conscious self’s existence, especially with incidental sleep apnea, though which is quite rare and is not a factor in this case.
I don't recall how, but in this dream I have a baby girl. It seems as if I have her and she's my daughter, but she's not a newborn. More like maybe a 5 months old or so. Anyway, it still seems new to myself and my husband. We are living at a house we lived at when our children were small. I found a baby swing and am surprised that I still have it. I find it funny how antique it looks compared to modern swings, but it works! I attend this very odd ceremony where a group of people gathered at a place to call for the return for the presence of their friend. They all had physical items that reminded them of their friend they brought along to add to the energy. It almost seemed like it wasn't to bring back the physical body of a friend that was gone, but it was like a part of their friend, or the essence of their friend had been lost and they were there to help summon it back. On the way back I was walking in the dark and I heard a group of girls behind me talking and one asked "where did the cinnamon snow go" I think there is a lot going on with this dream. Probably more than I can unpack right now, but I'll try. I'm thinking there is maybe a part of myself that is stuck a bit in a time that was several years ago. I'm either forgetting to use some old tools that I have at my disposal, or I'm needing to evaluate how effective they are in solving my current needs. In the dream I am fairly happy with the baby, so I am not sure this is a bad discovery, or a stuck in maturity dream. Possibly more of a releasing a positive aspect of self kind of dream, after I find it, because I am obviously looking for this essence I must have felt like I have somewhat let get diminished over the years. I think the answer to that is the part about the "spicy" snow, which made me laugh in my dream, even. Let my frigid nature go a bit and see where it takes me.
After my wedding dream, I dreamt I was at my parents' house with my boyfriend. It wasn't my current house, but an old apartment, similar in style to my grandmothers'. Anyway, I told my mom I wanted to take some clothes that I have left there in my room. She said "excellent, go ahead and take them". So I went to my ex room and I opened the closet and I realized I had still too many things there. Some of them I could still use, some of them I could just throw away or give them away. I saw that I had many, many new pijamas and they were all two pieces, black or gray, with different prints. I am not decided to bring them with me or not. I wonder, "do I need that many pijamas? but they are new (they had a nice smell of new clothes), they are pretty". Then another thought came: "But they have long pants and long sleeves, it's going to be Spring, it's going to be hot, would I really use them?" and then, "I can combine them with a t-shirt" (all a train of thought). I turned around and I see that in over the night bed there are three new pairs of socks, still with their labels: one is green, the second is yellow and the third is red. They were knitted. I tried one pair on but as soon as I wore them, one of the threads became loose. I tried to fix it but couldn't. My mom came into the room and I ask her if they were supposed to be mine or hers. She said she bought them for me a long time ago. I showed her the loose thread. "They are not very good, mom, after first use, look at them". "You are right", she said, "what a pity". Then she insisted that I needed to do something about my things, that I needed to decide what to do about them and to take care of that.
It's my wedding day. I am marrying my boyfriend, I see the arrangements, the tables, the ornaments, etc. I am already dressed up and my boyfriend too. The wedding is taking place in a beautiful garden, but it's a gloomy day, very humid. I am very happy at the beginning of my dream but then, things start to happen that end up taking me down and making me sad. The guests that will attend the wedding, most of them are members of my family. I see some of them have already arrived and there are others that are late. The impunctual ones are my closest family. I talk to the other family members, and they all have some sort of problem, and are in a hurry to be somewhere else. The guests that are arriving, they all have an issue, they forgot something at home, they made some mistake, they have some excuse. I become worried that the ceremony is about to start. At some point I talk to my brother, and he says that I can continue my wedding the next day, or it can be a several days wedding. "Like it's done in Australia or some other places", he says, indifferent. My boyfriend says to me "but you know tomorrow most of the guests won't come, they will all have something else to do". At that point I am very, very sad and dissapointed in my family, I feel I can't count on them for anything, that I don't count for them. My boyfriend hugs me and he says that they don't matter, that we matter, that the most important thing is already happening, that the most important thing is us and the rest is accesory.
Basically it all started inside a school far away from home, I didn’t wanted to be there because I was afraid of not making any friends (apparently I was an introvert) but my parents made me go so I obey their orders “it’s just going to be a couple of months” my mom tried to calm me down. As I arrived to the place I encountered a big building... more like a red traditional castle. “Welcome Dear” the principal said politely with a warm smile, still something felt strange. Indeed it was weird that as soon as my parents drove away everyone went crazy, the happiness of the place vanished, it was all shown in the principals face “welcome to hell” she said smiling again, this time in a creepy way. Next day.. “psss..” a girl was trying to reach me during class, she gave me a note. ‘Restroom in 5’ I closed it and it had the words “THE RHYTHM” written in red. So, I went to the place and I found separate regular restrooms; one side for men and the other for women. 3 people were waiting for me “be part of us” they said with their faces covered with masks writing with red marker “THE RHYTHM” they passed it to me. “Your turn, make the restrooms for both genders” they challenged me. Somehow I thought a good idea so I painted 🚺🚹 those 2 for each room. Suddenly, another 5 masked people came with cans of colourful paint and started to throw it inside of the restrooms making them equally appealing for both genders “now we share!” They wrote in the mirror. They gave me a mask and screamed “RUN!!!!” . . . I know my dream makes no sense but it felt good to fight against something. LONG LIVE THE RHYTHM!!!
Morning of June 1, 1998. Monday. Reading time: 1 min 52 sec. Readability score: 52. Deliberately stepping into the dream space, I find it is a comfortably dark room that has walls, floor, and ceiling of gray stone. I am unaware of the presence of a door or doorway. What I first think is an Egyptian sarcophagus is present in the center of the room. It is mainly rectangular and lacking detail. In semi-lucidity, I realize it is a representation of the fact that I am asleep in bed. Moving closer, I see that the lid of the sarcophagus is like a stained glass window of a Christian church, although it portrays an unknown British king rather than a religious scene, the imagery of which resembles the king of diamonds in a deck of cards. A yellow light is discernible from under, shining through its semi-transparent sections despite the multi-colored stained glass, and I fall into it (deliberately, leaning forward) without fear, cracking it open and immediately being “back” in bed. Explanatory notes on dream modeling and processing: My physical body is asleep in bed, not moving, and that is the foundation (and trigger) of the rendering of the sarcophagus. I am aware of the cause while in my dream aside from the fact its foundation is semi-lucidly scripted. (In “Stargate,” the sarcophagus is used to restore the physical body to full health and that was my original intent here.) The details mainly stem from associations with two Alan Parsons Project albums, “Pyramid” and “Turn of a Friendly Card.” (On the cover of “Pyramid,” Alan Parsons is sitting up in bed in a room with an orange and yellow glow. “Turn of a Friendly Card” features the king of diamonds in stained glass.) The color yellow is a factor I have used all my life (in both infra-awareness and lucidity) to initiate emerging consciousness and dream state revivification. It is not a factor of absolute dream control in every case (only RAS mediation, which is unpredictable due to ultradian rhythm peaks and lows) and is typically more likely to bring about waking and preconscious manifestation than intended reinduction. Deliberately leaning and falling forward, or jumping from a window or cliff is a method I have used since childhood to intensify and sustain a dream, though it does not always work as it occasionally triggers VSC RAS modulation. In contrast, the breaking window is a metaphor for dream state cessation as in the 1971 TV movie, “The Deadly Dream.” Notes added Friday, 17 August 2018. As of this date, creating a large locked steel bank vault door that replaces the front door of a house, and rapidly flying towards it from a bedroom (to phase through it into whatever is beyond in the front yard) with total faith and confidence, is the most viable way I have found to vivify and sustain the dream state.
I just dreamt about zombies taking over the whole world. only parts I remember were a kid maybe age 10 enter a house and try to kill him self where there is a lot of zombies inside it as well he die in a bathroom leaving his weapons inside not even loaded and this dude age look like 45 jump out. I also remember I was in a car with my father driving down the road running the hell over the zombies best part ever right well until we ran out of gas so we went to this office hasn’t been infected yet but it was barricaded and my father and I was there until someone said they just had like something to eat that’s when the zombies break through and went after me. then I work up at 4am just 1 hour from now... and I have no regrets that I’m going to be tired for work tomorrow.. great
This dream kind of freaked me out, but it started off with me, my family, my boyfriend, and 1 or 2 friends going on vacation to Florida. We were all at this river type place just hanging in the water when an apartment complex across the street blew up. We were still in the water, just kind of waiting around to hear what happened, until a train that went right by the river we were in was attacked an was falling into the river. We were all just swimming trying to avoid getting hit by the train. After the initial shock went away, we were asking around and it became known that the bombings were an attack by Cuba. Once we found this out, we all were just kind of standing around trying to figure out what to do, then I woke up. Any ideas??
Morning of August 16, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 1 min 33 sec. Readability score: 61. My dream starts out in what is a rare type of rendering with the factors contained in a “box” as separate from the dream self, but subliminally chosen by the dream self. (This stems from the “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” episode of “The Outer Limits,” which I saw at age 4. I had been in and out of various vivid dreams and inexplicable states of consciousness, and have been fascinated with them ever since.) Theodore Bikel appears in a Christmas scene within this “box.” It has the essence of “The Night Before Christmas” Whitman punch out diorama that I put together each year as a boy. He is singing a Christmas song, though I do not recognize it. It is a tradition. Someone is playing a piano on the other side of the room from him. Family members are present. There is much joy. After a time, I am absentmindedly putting another box “into” it. The process is abstract without a way to resolve it in conscious terms. The second box is similar to the previous, except that someone is playing a smaller and tinny-sounding keyboard. It is about two-thirds “into” the first box, moving in at an angle from above, before my dream’s level of focus changes. Now I am looking at another “box” of entertainment. In the background is an unknown male wearing a Christmas tree costume (though most of his face is visible), with a yellow five-pointed star as a cap. In the foreground and to the left is a young girl (unfamiliar) sitting in an armchair and wearing all of a bird costume except for the head. In her right hand, she operates a bird hand puppet. The association with birds, airplanes, or unaided flight as the vestibular system correlation of the waking process has occurred in at least one dream every sleep cycle for over fifty years, but this instance is more unusual than usual. The hand puppet signifies dream control (and VSC mediation) and resultant VSC RAS modulation without lucidity in this case. The unknown young girl is this dream’s typical preconscious avatar and VSC personification, and as usual, guiding my return to consciousness without RAS conflict (or the biological falling start). The male is my essence, a tree (physical body not moving in sleep) with the yellow star (emerging consciousness factor).
Morning of August 16, 2018. Thursday. Reading time: 2 min 19 sec. Readability score: 57. In the infra-awareness stage (dream creation and control without lucidity), my dream self chooses to ride in the back of a car. (This is the same stem of subliminally desired vestibular system correlation that otherwise creates flight symbols but with less anticipation of the biological process that results in a falling start). After creating this scene as a passive transition, I watch the scenery to my right. I am uncertain of who the driver is. (It is the preconscious avatar of course, but I remain unsure of its identity in this segment, but I vaguely perceive it is female, probably a thread of conscious self identity implying Zsuzsanna, as she is sleeping on my left at the time.) It seems to be late morning. It is a beautiful sunny day under blue skies. We go past a huge cow pasture. (Again, on the right - as there is only vague definition to my left, probably why I am unaware of the driver’s identity as well, as the driver’s side is on the left, implying America. Thus, I am subliminally choosing not to augment my dream, as I sleep on my left side). Despite its size, there are only a few cows here and there, which I find puzzling. They are all black-and-white Holstein cows of a very similar appearance. Eventually, we come to crossroads (which represents reticular formation mediation). I look back and see that one end of the cow pasture (on the road perpendicular to the one we are on) is unfenced. There are several houses along that area with large side yards. I start to wonder if cows sometimes get out through that area. (This is a very passive changeover of liminal space division, which a fence otherwise represents. Of course, this scene also causes my dream to jump into a different stage.) I am now inside a big featureless room that is not well lit. An unfamiliar male climbs a rope up to a square cage hanging from the ceiling that is almost touching it. A bobcat is sitting inside the cage. The man, who reminds me of the essence of a magician, opens the door of the cage and starts petting the bobcat. It seems very tame. The man and the bobcat start hugging and kissing. I soon wake. Climbing a rope (whether or not it is the subconscious self or projected into an avatar) is usually the final metaphorical representation of vestibular system correlation during the waking process, though it is less common than flight-related events. A cat is a form of the preconscious as a “witness” to the dream state, mostly occurring in the enigma space stage, while the man is a transition of the dream self and an emerging consciousness factor. It is a typical unification (coalescence) process. My dream’s model is typical (though again, not as common as flight-related VSC), for example, “Climbing a Vine” (March 4, 2017), uses the same model, only it is integrated rather than projected. Additionally, that dream perceives the reticular formation as a possible threat rather than resolving enigma space with unification. The dynamics behind this dream stem from having watched “Sabretooth” (2002) with Zsuzsanna last night. My dream transmuted the negative unification factor (as the cat in the movie attacked and ate people) into a more harmonious unification factor. It is the desired waking process rectification other than when the immune system is under attack (as in my “Night of the Rat” dream from April 8, 1978).
so i had this dream inside of a dream where i kept falling asleep and every time i did i fell into sleep paralysis and all the furniture disappeared from my bedroom one by one until the room was completely white, i had to try and break out before all the furniture was gone or i would be stuck in an eternity of blankness. The last time i fell asleep in my dream i couldn't break out of the paralysis and i rolled off the bed onto the floor and i was stuck there. There was only the bed, blanket wrapped around me and the keyboard left and i eventually broke out of the paralysis and tried to phone my mum to get her to help me out of the paralysis but she wouldn't answer. I started screaming to myself as if the room i was in was inside me like i was trapped in my head, i started screaming and crying for it to let me out and it did but only to the other dream which was in the exact same room but i didn't have paralysis and i didn't have to escape. This time i calmly spoke to myself saying that i can't stay in here forever and i need to be free and then i woke up for real this time and i'm terribly confused by what it could all mean.
In this dream, I was first with my friends in the garden. I felt like I had to constantly look after them because they had a habit of messing things up. Eventually, as the dream progressed we ended up on a ship. There, I found some of my old (school) teachers. We were put on some kind of training program. The "training" was more like an elimination program, as we fulfilled the tests the worst one of us would be eliminated. I aced the first test (where we had to fetch food from hiding places and bring it back without stepping on forbidden areas). The second test acquired us to jump from one plank to another while we were swinging in mid-air. It was also like a board game - you had to wait for your turn and only step a certain amount of steps. I felt like the teachers had great expectations because I aced the first test. I came in second, although I doubted if I could even finish it. One of the teachers had a problem of splitting in half. (In real life I consider this to be the best teacher I've had), I held his upper body and tried to attach his legs back on. Some people came to help, and we managed to piece him back together. Then I spent time around a hose. It had a certain system of usage. My friend came around (the one who made a mess earlier in my dream), so I supervised her on how to use it, but she, nevertheless did it all wrong. She kept moving things out of place and the more she did that, the more out of control the hose got. After I had shut it down, I went for an exploration walk on the ship with my friend. I found the tip of the ship and I finally saw where we were sailing.-We were just a little off the coast. There were buildings and ruins just next to the ship. The ships back hit a wall while the ship turned and the whole ship dunked under water except the tip where I was standing. I was afraid that the ship was going to sink. We were very close to the ruins, so I jumped off and grabbed on to the pieces of the houses, I saw a door, that could possibly lead me to ground. I climbed towards it, but when I opened the door- it was not an opening at all, but an empty safe. I looked back on the ship and saw it now upright and people were on the edge watching me. I was determined to get on the ground so I continued climbing.
I dreamt that my (very sporty) cousin had died while she was running either a marathon or a relay race. She was either shot or a victim of a bombing. When I woke up, I called her to tell her about it, and she told me that she had already signed up to run a relay race a few months later... I think I may have predicted her death.
I'm sitting in a movie theater. It's dark. I think I see a woman sitting to the front and left of me. She's with somebody. I believe it's a black man. They are facing one another and conversing. I sense someone coming down my row on my left. I feel a hand reaching towards my cheek. A woman softly calls my name. Our hands touch.
In this dream I am at home when I hear some knocking at the door. The home that I am in is blurry and not really representative of any place specific, but almost no place and every place at once. As the knocking gets angrier and more threatening the dream pulls more into focus. I am aware now that it is mostly what appears to be the house I reside in now. I become afraid and don't open the door. I try to call for help, but for reasons I can't recall I am unable to. Seems maybe my phone won't work. The men are yelling and banging. They finally get in. My dog is sleeping. He won't even wake up to defend me! There are two of them. They say they know my husband and that he owes them $20 and they want it. I talk to them for awhile. I don't have any cash. They are actually pretty friendly guys. They look odd, but they mean no harm. They are just blunt. They want their money, though. One stays at my house while the other goes with me to find a bank so I can get them their money. I can't seem to find one that I can get money from. We go everywhere, even up and down all these elevators and levels in these tall buildings where we get lost and end up on the top floor where it's emergency only. It's embarrassing, so we try to sneak away, but the news is there for some news report and we're not sure if we get caught on camera! Hard to explain, but in the dream it's a serious social faux paux to be there. We return empty handed. The guys had been having so much fun playing board games with my kids and just seeming like nice guys that I thought they'd let it go, because it's only $20, but they were not about to. I tried to barter with them with items I had around the house. Seems like maybe that worked? I can't recall. I am going to guess that this dream is about a message that is trying to get through my subconscious. That message is probably urgent and has to do with my health, or mental health. There is probably a lot more to this, but I am not getting it right now.