I'm sitting out front of my dad's house, (my parents are divorced in real life) and this man in an ice cream truck shows up and asks if I want ice cream. I notice that he looks exactly like my dad, so I'm hesitant, but I agree. I tell him I don't have money on me so let me go inside to get it and he asks if I'm home alone, which I answer "yes" to. I expect him to wait outside, but he follows me and suddenly, I'm even more nervous. Still, I let him know that he reminds me of my dad. The inside of my house is totally different; it's like a rich person lives there. As I go up the stairs to my room, he reminds me to lock the door (that leads upstairs) & I do. After I grab my money, I see that it's unlocked and instantly begin to panic. I walk over to the next room and see the ice cream man down, but now he looks nothing my like dad. Still, I know it's the same ice cream man. He slowly gets up as I back away and comes at me. Literally as he starts to attack, I had woken up.
Had a dream I was sitting in the lounge next to my mom and she said she does not agree with the muslim teachings. I asked her “are you getting me a traditional Muslim outfit for heritage day? “ she said "as long as long as you don't use it for its religion" I said okay firstly you said "we must believe in a god, secondly... " I hesitated at secondly I was wanting to say Jesus but I did not as I was counting on my fingers. And she replied yes. But I told her "I will be what I want to be, I'll do what makes me happy and I do not think it's your choice." Because I wanted too be muslim. But my mother wants me to be Christian.
I was crossing a wide street, I see a man setting on the floor. He was looking at me like he knows me, he thrown a old Antique vintage book at me, I picked it up and open it and see dots and lines.The paper was gold. I put the book down on a seat made of white rock. I left it.
I had a weird dream I was homeless last night and was living in a basement with a bunch of people. before I went down there I found out that the world was ending and all the people I loved and cared about were all going to be with me. my nieces and nephews my mom and a bunch of my friends especially the ones I had been super close with.
This dream happened when I was about 12 years old: so the master bedroom is by the kitchen my room is across the house- So it starts with my parents leaving the house my sister and i don't know where, late at night i found a hammer so i was messing around and made a small dent in the door leading to the garage. Later in the dream I was sitting in the doorway of the kitchen looking out to the living room. Suddenly a hole appears and two short men come into the house through the whole and they were just very scary but didn't harm us at all. I still have no clue why or what the dream means!!
Morning of July 8, 1973. Sunday. [Dual narrative format utilized Saturday, 29 July 2017.] [I willfully enter into what I consider may be my last dream of the morning. I maintain my lucidity, perhaps only losing a thread or two of my conscious self identity. The essence of my neural activity becomes the more tangible form of water, as it most often does, and the water expands to form a lake. I welcome the presence of female genitalia, and it is rendered as a canoe, which floats on the shimmering lake in mid-afternoon]. I look upon Lake Katherine. The area seems more rural than it is in reality. I gaze upon the beauty of the reflected trees, downwardly mirrored in the lake’s surface around its perimeter. [I desire female company and physical pleasure, so I choose to become fully integrated within my dream self’s imaginary body.] I am sitting in the canoe facing my dark-haired green-eyed gypsy dream girl. We begin to become intimate. My sense of touch is augmented. We mostly kiss for several minutes. [I am enjoying my dream very much. My dream girl is passive and welcoming. I begin to become distracted by some sort of ambiance that extends beyond my will. It sounds somewhat like hissing.] A large green sea serpent rises up out of the water on my left in somewhat of an “S” shape, hissing at us. It is not that close to the canoe but displaying at least ten feet of its body from the lake’s surface to the top of its head. [The preconscious is warning me that I need to leave my dream even though I do not want to. Still, the preconscious’s lake denizen is rather silly-looking, modeled after the one in the Carl Barks “No Such Varmint” Donald Duck comic book story, though slightly more realistic and menacing, though I do not feel that threatened because I am lucid.] I want to be more intimate with my dream girl but upon touching her, the tangibility of her forearm seems to dissipate. My dream world starts to dissolve. [I float horizontally and upwards, my back downwards, in the higher mental realm of dissipating liminal space, annoyed by my dream being over. I can still hear the hissing to my left. The hissing turns out to be the real sound of the garden hose as my mother is watering the front flower box in real life at this time, some of the water spraying onto my closed jalousie windows.] My spoiled dream is of no consequence. I married my dark-haired green-eyed gypsy dream girl on April 9, 1994.
Morning of February 14, 2016. Sunday. In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and I are in an unfamiliar shed (though it may be implied to be a distorted version of our present shed). There is also an unfamiliar male character. A trapdoor spider of about four times bigger than a real one is near the doorway. It somehow bites Zsuzsanna on the right knee, or so I first think, as soon the female character is a young version of the Erin Walton character (played years ago by Mary Beth McDonough; 1971 and later), which puzzles my dream self in a way that alters my level of awareness. The other character holds her as she cries and sits down and he gives her an injection near her right knee with a hypodermic needle (a very rare dream prop for me), which contains the cure. It seems she will recover. I look in the doorway and there stands the four-times-bigger trapdoor spider. I eventually understand that the spider is Kali. “She is the mighty aspect of the goddess Durga. The name of Kali means black one and force of time, she is therefore called the Goddess of Time, Change, Power, Creation, Preservation, and Destruction.” (However, Kali is often illustrated with four arms and two legs, which makes her an “insect”, not a “spider”.) Firstly, Zsuzsanna used to play with trapdoor spiders without knowing they were venomous (yet luckily was never bitten). Secondly, I associate Erin Walton with the petting of a deer (relating to a documentary feature about her that I saw years ago as well as the Waltons episode “The Fawn”), which was like a very similar image in a photograph Zsuzsanna sent me before we met of her feeding a deer. Zsuzsanna’s right knee was miraculously healed (even though doctors said it could not be) when we first met and did shared meditations. Although there are likely other date-relevant layers, two are interesting and fit perfectly. One is a ghost story related to Kali as a demonic living statue (though I have not found the original source as I no longer have this particular comic book). Also, on Thursday, February 14th, 1974, I saw “The Waltons” episode “The Ghost Story”; “Strange things are occurring at the Walton home. The family uses a Ouija board to ask questions about the happenings. A small boy staying at the home is to leave to meet his father. Things happen to prevent this.” The original newspaper summary I saw at the time: “John-Boy obtains a ‘spirit board’ which is reputed to foretell the future and to put its interrogators in touch with the psychic world. When the board appears to be delivering mysterious messages, Grandma and Olivia insist that the children stop playing with it.” This seems to show the trapdoor spider associated with a Ouija board (which is dependent on hands and which is what a spider also represents in some dreams with negative context), also representing Kali (or any presumed “demonic“ or controversial symbol depending on one’s viewpoint), also representing “messages” (by some people’s beliefs) in the transient waking stage (doorway and consciousness shift) of which have various sources, including influence from negative people. Because my 1971 dream features doorway waking symbolism using Kali, it seems a relevant marker. On one level, it appears to be a warning dream against so-called psychics, “dream interpreters”, or communications (in seeking information) with unknown sources.
Morning of February 14, 2016. Sunday. I climb a ladder through a trapdoor above me and into a small dimly-lit room with a number of gears that are presently not moving. I have a hammer (though I do not recall having climbed the ladder with it). The gears seem possibly jammed as well as rusty. Hammering them seems to not only remove some of the rust, but rather than breaking the gears, it seems to somehow add missing pieces (or teeth) back onto them. The gears begin to move, more golden in appearance, the light in the room grows brighter, and I soon wake in mid-swing. This is about as obvious as waking symbolism can get (though subliminally self-initiated rather than with biological RAS activation). A ladder symbolizes rising in consciousness (waking). Using the hammer signifies becoming more aware of the nature of the real physical body (and kinetic energy metaphorically equating to neural energy - as something shaking or vibrating also symbolizes the waking state precursor), and of course gears turning relates to waking and more viably thinking. A room growing brighter also relates to dawning consciousness. Yellow and gold are emergent consciousness indicators (570–590 nm) as in being analogous to sunrise, though orange and red, in that order, increase waking priory.
I can't remember much of my dream but I can remember that I was simply a spectator in my dream, watching a boy with white hair run around with his friends in a rather lush area. It was like a forest with a creek and I'm pretty sure there was a small wooden shack they visited occasionally. I don't remember most of the events of the dream but I know for most of it they were playing around. The only big event I remember was the boys bumping into two adults, a male and a women, who seemingly had bad intentions towards the children. They seemed to be pedophiles who wanted to prey on them. They bumped into them twice and after the second time I woke up.
Before the dream/vision. In my opinion, people when they see something tend to look for others who have seen the same thing, but there are always those who make story's up, and that makes it all the harder to find them. My wife and I had been married for three years, and was a very bitter/sweet marriage. When she went on vacation with her mom, the clocked stopped on the wall at 7:00 A.M. in the morning when they left for the weekend on Thursday so they had time to get there. Then on Sunday when they came back at 7:00 P.M the clock started back up. I had asked her if she ever saw anything strange, or had a strange experience, and this is what she told me. The dream/vision: She told me one day she was having a hard time dealing with things, so she just wanted to hide. She went into the closet, and sat down, and there a little man came to her. She said it sat on her knee, and made an agreement with her, that if she worshiped him, she could have all she wanted, but she had to draw blood for it, from herself and others. After the dream/vision. Well, I thought, just fine, that figures, no wonder I'm having so much trouble. It wasn't long after this, that I had woke up during the night, to see this for myself, a ball of pure white light, flying through the bedroom, growing at me. It was the same growling I had heard before, in the kitchen on Easter Sunday, when I went in to get a fork. I was one that never wanted to watch the Exorcist, because I didn't want those popping up around me, but with me it doesn't matter. The movie is based on a real story, but instead of a girl it was a boy. I did make a connection later on with the Viking religion and the witch's. I do it backwards, instead of reading it and it pops up in life, I see it and then find if it was really something in history. =)
I had this dream my (secret) lover and I were on this big adventure at this beautiful quarry. The water was crystal and blue and we were in his car but his car was flying over the water like an airplane and I was in the backseat and he was in the front but we both had our heads out the window having a deep passionate kiss and then some people floated by and were making comments about our kiss bug I didn't care.
Morning of February 14, 2015. Saturday. I am in a mostly featureless outdoor area except that I think there is a wooden wall behind me (that does seem to be part of a building). It is seemingly early afternoon. I had supposedly volunteered to have an apple shot atop my head by Wilma Tell. She has reddish hair and is facing me from perhaps about fifteen feet away. Apparently, there is an audience off to my right (on bleachers, possibly four-tiered as that is what came to mind later), though I cannot directly see them (as if they are implied to be invisible, since I “know” they are present). I become more aware and cannot imagine why I would have volunteered to do this. (There is no recall of any backstory or what led up to this.) I am distracted by noticing half-eaten apples on the ground. (I do not seem to actually feel an apple atop my head.) I see that Wilma is ready to fire an arrow at me. Before she is able to, I reach down and pick up various apples (including half-eaten ones) and throw them at her, causing her to lower and drop her bow. The unseen audience starts laughing and applauding. One apple I throw somehow goes vertically higher than any other. It seems to become “stuck” in midair almost so high as to be indiscernible. This distracts me and I wake with a soft hypnopompic back spasm. This dream is proof that the nature of subliminal lucidity (that is, the knowledge of altering the dynamics of the dream without even remembering what a dream is, including forms of reinduction) can sometimes alter the biologically premonitory hypnopompic mechanism (of which the waking symbolism is also always directory premonitory of in various ways, though typically in an incidental form unrelated to the conscious self identity in real life), though this was usually not the case when I was a boy when there was no time to focus upon it (other than in dreams such as “The Staged Bull” from 1971, with the potential back spasm trigger of the bull’s horn willfully avoided by initiating my own waking). Although the arrow was supposedly aimed at the apple atop my head, it has a direct connection with the hypnopompic back spasm event (which ranges from very soft and nearly indiscernible to intense enough to make my whole body jump, which seems directly related to how much physical activity I was involved in during the previous day though is also directly related to the level of consciousness I am in), which has often been associated with bird beaks in childhood dreams that triggered it (for example, “The Buzzard’s Beak” from 1969). Other dreams have included a dog’s hard nose (being pushed into the small of my back) terminating my state of apex lucidity in 1970. Although dreams like “Devil Dog” (1972) showed evidence that physically premonitory hypnopompia can sometimes be shifted (though not willfully or intentionally in every case), it usually cannot be (such as in “A knife into my back in a hospital hall” from 1989). Is it any wonder why my Olympic barbell is my preferred weapon of choice to jab the preconscious back when I am (subliminally) annoyed about the waking transition.
Had a dream we went to the movies and when we got there at the start is the row these girls gad to move for us. Then I took my seat and was waiting for Darryl and he did along with my mom, dad and sister. And we were cuddling putting our heads on each other. Then we went to this place where they had alot of kitchen units and me and Darryl were partners. And there were other people also cooking. Then a lady showed up and told us to grab a plastic plate and grab a piece of lettce
It was an odd dream. I was a shoe store where the shelves were packed and very tall, the store had all kinds of shoes but it was harder to find the specific ones I was looking for. It took me a while to find the ones I wanted but the problem was that I couldn't afford them so I was going to steal them. The shoes were a size smaller than what I usually wear but I wanted them badly. I grabbed a tannish grayish ladder and climbed high to fetch the shoes but the ladder shook and I tried to fix it by hopping but it got worse. I saw a familiar person walk by,my younger brother, I screamed for help and he ran to my aide but to no avail, I fell and woke up.
I was in my kitchen trying to make guacamole and all the avocados were empty when I cut them. Then I told my sister (who I haven't seen in 3 years and hate) that all of the avocados came empty and when she tried it it was fine. But then I tried it like a second later and it was still empty. Eventually, I gave up and headed off to my room to go to sleep.
I was in the kitchen with my mothers mom (Mema) sitting on her wooden trash can like I used to do when I was younger. (My fathers mom, grandmama, had not long passed away before this dream) my mema was cooking, it’s like I could smell it in my dream. There was nobody else there, just me and mema. I get up from the trash can and see my grandmama with angel wings and a glow in her eyes. She told me “everything is going to be okay, I’m watching over you, I love you always” woke up crying.
I was in a warehouse, it was dark. I was with my friend & two boys I knew from high school. (They were my friends before but things happened and I lost them. I found my self in love with one a couple years back. & I can’t stop thinking about him) anyways, I went to cuddle with the one I love & he did back for a second & then kept telling me he wasn’t comfortable. After I kept telling him how to position to make himself comfy a million times, I finally woke up. I can’t stop thinking about it because my dreams are the only place I can see him.
All i remember is when i used to like someone i had a drema of me saving him of snakes and snakes bit me and now i have new bf snakes came back but we were holding hand sand it bit out hand to not touch anymore idk everytime i get in a relationship i dream of snakes...
I dream I fly with a black woman on a awkward ride and then I saw my bf and he kneel down and proposed with two gold ring they were very thick the inside silver and one round and the other had a v and a diamond in it not a top with diamond it was flat.then I ask my mother to get him one cause he said he want one in return and then I spend 3000 on a ring
Morning of September 22, 2017. Friday. I am near the front area in a store, which is much like the Woolworths grocery store we presently shop at. I am not sure of the time but it seems to be morning. I am with my wife Zsuzsanna but there are also several unknown people present. A man who looks like Javier Bardem is near one of the aisles adjacent to one end of the store (the left when inside the store). There is some intimacy with Zsuzsanna (mainly due to ambiguous associations of the store also somehow being of our present home). Later, another female, unfamiliar, is present. There also seems to be some sort of Christmas mood, as at least one person is talking about Christmas music. I am not sure if the other female is implied to be Javier’s wife (though is not in reality). I loudly and sarcastically sing with a sustained vocal, a line from “Oh Holy Night”, which is “Fall on your knees”, a line a classmate used to be sarcastic about. (This is due to randomly reading about the song “Lola” by The Kinks yesterday, which has the suggestive line, “I got down on my knees”, though I already knew everything about this song.) The female is now sitting on the floor on her knees. I soon have the awareness that it is time to leave the store, yet which is also supposedly now more clearly the bedroom of our present home (and yet it is still Woolworths despite the blankets on the floor). I do not reflect upon this impossibility (I am not viably lucid, so thus I am not aware of the very common lifelong symbolism of a checkout being a dream’s end marker due to it being a common metaphor for “checking out” of the dream state.) Javier is packing something into a bag. (I loosely associate it with the bag Santa Claus carries around in popular myth.) It is sitting to the right of the last checkout access inside the store, on the left of the store. I absentmindedly place an unplugged alarm clock into the same bag. (This is an obvious subliminal attempt at reinduction to stop any waking prompt neural energy.) I also notice what I think are a pair of my blue jeans in the bag. I take them out of the bag (though I am not sure if I am wearing anything in my dream as I am not focused on that presently), though leave the unplugged alarm clock in the bag. Javier looks at me with a very annoyed expression. I get the impression that the blue jeans are his, and the clock is mine (though this is not certain). “What are you doing?” he says with visible irritation. “It’s time to leave the dream state. Plug that thing back in.” I put the pants back into the bag, but soon wake, while still holding the unplugged alarm clock. The checkout of a store has been a common end marker in my dreams since early childhood, yet I (or rather my clueless non-lucid ephemeral dream self identity) almost always forget this dynamic (though even in lucid dreams it is sometimes automatically rendered as such, though not usually in apex lucidity). Plus, even though the preconscious is almost always a different character, I often still do not recognize this very distinct energy and persona even after fifty years. (This is probably a biological safeguard.) Being undressed in public is simply a residual memory of having fallen asleep (as I do not wear clothes to bed).
Morning of September 22, 2017. Friday. In my dream, we are living in a distorted version of the Loomis Street house (where I have not been since February of 1994 and where Zsuzsanna and our children had never been). However, I have no recall that it was actually my sister Marilyn and her husband (of whom I have no thoughts of at all in my dream) whose house it mainly was. In the first part of my dream, I am watching a nautilus on top of the kitchen counter. Rather than this part of the kitchen counter being in the actual kitchen along the west wall, it is along the west wall of the dining room left of the west doorway. I had been sitting at the dining room table. Although the nautilus is otherwise a water denizen (and probably a feature of the very common water induction as dream state initiation), it moves along the counter, seemingly healthy, seemingly breathing the air. I feed it some pieces of cereal and watch it eat. It faces to the left in profile. Over time, I realize that the nautilus was part of an aquarium based on Lego block creations. There are an unrealistic number of boxes of Lego kits throughout the living room and dining room. The aquarium with the Lego features in it belongs to our youngest son. In the later scene, after the nautilus had been in the aquarium for several minutes, I notice that it may be dying, as it spews blood and is also bleeding from underneath its shell. I learn that our son had paid $80.00 for the “kit”. However, it does not make much sense as I also learn that the people who sold it want it back - yet $230.00 must be paid for them to have it again (which of course makes no sense at all). However, because the nautilus will soon be dead, the scenario is problematic. I am very annoyed. I am not sure what we will do. The creature is still breathing, but I do not think it will live. I become distracted when I notice three men lying on the ground just outside the south area of the house, sleeping. It seems to be late morning. I see them through the bay window. They are parallel to each other but are sleeping in informal clothes. Soon, one wakes and phases through the wall. This makes me annoyed and I jab my Olympic barbell (no weights) into his neck and hold him down on the floor with it. He is standing at one point, but I punch him. He becomes a sheet of notebook paper, which I tear into several pieces. This dream, as is usually the case with at least one dream per day, was partly based on something my wife Zsuzsanna had seen that I could not have known about. She had seen a movie yesterday morning (with some of our children) that had Lego in it, and a Lego aquarium as with my dream (and at the beginning of that movie). No one ever mentioned anything about this prior to my dream. This sort of event has been validated to have happened long before I even met Zsuzsanna (when she also appeared in my dreams as my “mystery girl” with the exact appearance and unlikely mixed accent of Romani Hungarian and Australian, as well as actual Persian associations as with some dreams). I should probably add another paragraph, as new readers who believe in “dream interpretation” (as the term is commonly used) would not have any understanding of what is going on here. The man I fight with, as always, is my personified preconscious in the projected symbolism of the emergent consciousness. (This is easily validated by the fact that he wakes up and phases through the wall.) This is completely unrelated to real life and is a waking transition function of RAS biology (reticular activating system which controls the dynamics of sleeping and waking and waking symbolism). The aquarium represents the dream state itself. The bleeding nautilus signifies increasing neural energy during the waking transition (and incrementing awareness of having a real physical body), though probably also has personal associations with mortality. The act of feeding the nautilus cereal when it is not in the aquarium represents “being out of the aquarium” (not sleeping) and having breakfast (cereal).
We walked deeper into the jungle and there where didgeridoos constantly laying on the road. They had the most beautiful designs with birds sculptures on them. We heard some whispering from time to time and somebody told us it was the murderer and that he could here us through his snake. Because I was afraid and I wanted him to know I wasn't up to do him any harm I said: "wow I totally love his didgeridoos!". Then we got to a small cabin and as we entered it we saw a small green figure sitting in a corner: It was Yoda.