I was walking visiting people with my Husband. My feet began to hurt. I looked down at them and stakes of wood were driven through them. I started pulling at wood and most stakes came out. One broke in half and was left embedded in my foot. I told my husband, I need to go to a hospital.
A war was going between some countries and i was standing in the middle of a big field. The sky was red and yellowish in color.There were some tanks and armies standing.Even though a war was going on i was wearing a fancy black gown and a hat with some diamonds in my hands. When i turned down i was standing on piles of dead bodies. After seeing that i cant even move i tried hard to move from that place but i could not. I was shouting continuously but no one listened...it felt as if i am a statue.There was an old woman with her babies crying and cursing the god. I was finally able to move and tried to go to that woman but as i went towards her she was going far. I ran towards her but no matter how much i try i wasnt able to reach to her.But that woman suddenly started walking towards me. When she reached i asked her "Who is God?" When i woke mom said that i was shouting!!!!!!!!!!!!
First of all I don’t think I remember all of it, and second of all I don’t have a hamster but I will be getting one. I had a dream I had a hamster at school and I lost him a ton of times and I held him I loved him a lot. It was the last day of school I think and they had a band thing and I jumped all around on top of the roof and those things they have in Aladin those cloth roof things. I went on this one with this guy who was wearing a yellow suit and it said like radiation here and he kinda looked psychotic. Anyway I was trying to find the hamster for like most of this and then I figured out that he was right by my locker. (I didn’t know that before?) it was like my elementary school but with Lockers? Idk it was weird. Then there was this girl and boy running to the cafeteria and one was like I’m gonna be late for the band! (She’s In he band) and then another boy was like I’m first! (Like his instements first or something) and My mom was there she gave the hamster food a ton of food like two salads and a huge bowl of water and he swam in the water she gave him. That was before I don’t remember where we where though.There was this one part where he was under a dresser?? (There was no dresser we were in school..) And I had to drag him out. Also when I was leaving the school I looked down into the hamster cage and he was on a naked Barbie..
When I had finished telling her, she corrected me and said "our father. He married my mother." I was mortified. She had no idea what he had done. Before I could warn her, she was whisked away by a group of her friends. Still half dressed from getting out of the shower, I tried to chase after her. I couldn't find her. I went to get my phone and the rest of my clothes, but I couldn't find the gym either. I was lost, wondering around this city, desperate, while people on costumes danced and drank and ate, all around me. As dawn approached, I gave up and layed in a wet field.
My father immediately realized his mistake and tried to run from me. I chased him down and tackled him. I relentlessly attacked his face with my fists until both face and fists were bloody. I wandered outside the house, and the whole city seemed to be in a celebration like a mix between Halloween and Mardi Gra. I was wandering around trying to find a shower to wash the blood off myself. I found one in a gym locker and washed myself off. Coming out and getting dressed, I ran into an old friend who's face I remember, but not their name. I told her about what had happened between my father and I.
I was in a really faux rustic and fancy house with my family. For some reason, I went to change a lightbulb and I put the old one in my mouth so I could unscrew the new one. It broke in my mouth. I went to the sink and broken glass and bits of blood were pouring from my mouth. Streams of glass. When it was finished, I looked in a mirror and blood was covering my chin. The blood had run all the way down to my waist. I went to go find my father, who I dont speak to anymore in my waking life, and we were talking about something. Whatever I said upset him and he swung a fist at me.
Night of January 1, 1989. Sunday. I find myself wandering around in an unknown city, though of which is not very defined, walking from out of an alley, becoming more aware of my existence, though with only partial passive lucidity. It seems to be early evening, though there is not that much light. A low-lying mist, of which comes up halfway to my knees, drifts over some areas of the ground. After perceiving a few unfamiliar people on the streets, I find myself in the presence of Columbo (the fictional TV detective played by Peter Falk). At first, I am somewhat wary of his presence (though I have no thoughts of having done anything wrong) but then I realize he is only puzzled by his surroundings and sees me as someone of whom he can ask directions. I do not recall all of the conversation but when I start to tell him where Fifth Avenue is after he asks, he holds his right hand up (as an indication for me to wait a minute) and takes out a yellow legal pad and pen from inside his rumpled beige trench coat. Unexpectedly, a pigeon soon flies out from under his trench coat. He takes a step back and looks up, with a very puzzled visage, as it flies away. I feel very amused. dream processing dynamics; causes, and meanings: the presence of mist is a factor of being in the dream state (as sometimes inferred and used as such in movies and stage plays) reticular activating system mediation as vestibular system personification as Peter Falk as his fictional TV character detective Columbo because of being in the dream state as being “a mystery to solve” liminal anticipation of the waking process causes transference of vestibular system correlation as a bird in flight (rather than the biologically induced sleep start) Preconscious: Columbo, Emergent Consciousness Factor: flying pigeon, Dream Type: vestibular system correlation (bird in flight metaphor) This is a unique transmutation of the “walking in a city and tripping, misstepping, or stepping off the curb and falling” dream, which has otherwise occurred on a nightly basis for over fifty years.
we were in a gothic apartment. Each of us would take a turn going into the next room & stand in from of this open shower from which even though it was dark tile could see 4 reflections of yourselves; the best trait would be the one to get disshambled. In this case it was me smiling when all of a sudden my teeth started falling out. I ran to the other room where the others were waiting in leasure, then I reappeared in the same apartment but it was trashy & pets where not taken care of everywhere. My sister was getting bit & I realised it was a dream, then I appeared back in the other apt.;
I had just graduated high school again. Waiting to be picked up by my family, I stood alone in my elementary school’s parking lot. Surprisingly, my best friend’s family pulled up to pick me up. I was delighted to get in the van and we sped off towards a lover’s house. When they dropped me off, I stood in front of a giant window, engulfing a brick layout, shrouded by vines. I recall a fountain and the feel of glass refracting light. I was nervous, as it was my first time being there. I waited for him to open the door, framed by vines. The walls were light green and all furniture was velvet.
Morning of September 22, 2016. Thursday. I am in Africa on a long expedition. My wife Zsuzsanna and our children and some unknown people are on the journey. Curiously, the “vehicle” we are using to travel in is only a tent that is somehow moving over the savanna without any apparent explanation (as it does not seem to have wheels; it somehow slides slowly over the ground). I have seven pet lions, at least three being male. They walk along with us on our journey without incident. A male lion is inside the tent at one point but is not a threat. I am also in the tent for a time to “sleep” and also to look at a treasure map. As we travel over the savanna, I watch the scene from above for a time but I am eventually back in my physical form. We are seeking some sort of magical or at least special material, a roll or piece of cloth with special properties, the location of which is apparently indicated on the map. We reach an isolated outdoor market where there are several African cashiers, at least three of them females around forty years of age. They seem to be selling the special cloth we had been seeking. There are two counters set up on each side of an outside area I enter. I examine a cloth which I first feel may be what we are seeking. A cashier tells me that it is a thousand dollars for a yard of it. I am not so sure this situation will work out. I go to the opposite counter to look around a bit. One male lion walks around near the counters, being as tame as a dog, and I pat its head. Other people do not seem to be at all concerned about my lions. Eventually, I notice a piece of cloth that I expect is the one we need. It is uneven though and is not quite a yard. The cashier tells me this one is also a thousand dollars if I want it. I almost express my annoyance to her but I do not. I take out my wallet and pull out one fifty-dollar bill after another, materializing the money out of thin air just at the point my hand is in the wallet, deliberately doing this and realizing this, but without dream state lucidity. I assertively hand her the money which I just mentally willed out of my wallet, twenty fifty-dollar notes, which I know is exactly a thousand dollars. She happily gives me the material. The cloth’s design shows a repeating pattern (in mostly bright orange, yellow, and sepia saturated hues) of a scene of two lions (male and female) lying in the savanna in front of a boulder and a tree and the sun on the horizon in the background at their left. I pick up the supposed special cloth from the counter and we are on our way. Of course, this represents Zsuzsanna and I sleeping together during the sunrise, the cloth being a literal association with bed sheets and pillow cases.
I had a NIGHTMARE last night that totally freaked me out. Out of no where a snake bit me and when I tried taking him off, I noticed he was red with black stripes. It took a lot for me to get him off. I prayed for it to not to attack me again (not sure if it was in my dream or when I woke up from my dream). But the snake look similar to one except without the white!
Morning of September 9, 2016. Friday. My wife Zsuzsanna, our children, and I as we are now are living in an unfamiliar first-floor apartment. There is a very large window from floor to ceiling that is about ten feet in width. This window is at an angle to the rest of the room (though not like a bay window) and to the left of the front door of our place. I look out onto a sight that appears to be in early evening. It seems to be very close to where the Statue of Liberty should be, so close, I would only have to walk about ten feet to get to the pedestal, though I am wondering what happened to it. There are a few people walking around but there is no Statue of Liberty or its pedestal. There are a few pieces of it here and there on each side of my window view and I get the notion that they are rebuilding it to make it stronger and to last longer. It does not occur to me that we do not live in America and certainly not near the Statue of Liberty. Later, I go to lie down on the couch which has been pulled out into a bed and is near the center of the large unfamiliar room. Shortly after I do, an unknown young male starts to move it. In fact, he even rolls it over so that I go upside-down as well as feel it sandwich me a bit though I somehow stay on it even when I should have fallen out. The sensations of touch, pressure, and motion are very realistic. Eventually, I slide out from the couch onto the floor as he is moving and rolling it about and I start yelling at him, cursing at him and calling him rude names. I kick him out of our apartment while telling him never to come back. The unknown young male is the preconscious personification of RAS (reticular activating system) modulation (modulation, as my emergent consciousness did not establish control until my dream’s last event). This is a biological factor of the dreaming and waking process that has nothing to do with waking life. The Statue of Liberty scene is based on having been in deeper sleep, with the analogy of physicality being “rebuilt”, my dream sustained by a minor thread of non-lucid dream control. A statue is autosymbolism for the physical body not moving while in REM sleep. In this case, my waking process needed an extra boost from the preconscious, which is additionally validated by vestibular system correlation being more sustained than usual regarding the movement of my illusory dream body, as there was curiously no falling start.
I was wearing a pink gown. It was a bright day and i was walking alone suddenly a demon with a pretty face from which black aura was coming out came in front of me. I was afraid as i tried to run away but my dress suddenly became so heavy and i fell.Every thing was dark and i fainted. When i woke up i was in a large room with a piano. The house was like a abandoned mansion. The demon with a pretty face came and treated my wound. I was shocked by seeing how much he cared about me. I tried to ask him why was i brought there....he told that he is lonely.After spending some time i was not afraid of him any more. As time passed when we were talking with eachother he suddenly started acting strange when i asked the demon he told he was dying.I cried so hard sitting in the floor. The demon had tears in his eyes and became ash.I was left all alone. When i woke up morning i had tears in my eyes...it felt weird.
I am told by my husband ,as he is going out the door, that a couple will be arriving very soon. He has booked them into our home to stay a few days....like a bed and breakfast set up. I can't find the new white towels and the bathroom is not that tidy and the bedroom has a closet full of our family's clothes that we need access to. Before I have anytime to do anything a cheerful couple are coming upstairs and introducing themselves as 'the Ronnies" I can't remember what their first names were. They are wearing golden kaftans. The husband of the couple is bald and has a golden beard. The wife has longish golden hair. Both have crinkly smiley faces.
Morning of June 19, 2019. Tuesday. I do not usually post generic bathroom wake-up call dreams unless they have unique factors. This one does, as vestibular system correlation seamlessly integrates into it in the last stage of the waking process, which is atypical. I become aware of my need to use a bathroom when I am in public. I enter an unfamiliar public bathroom and notice it is not clean or maintained very well. There are six open toilet stalls, three facing three on opposite sides of the room. One unknown man is sitting on the toilet near the corner. I consider using the one third to the right in the same row, but I decide not to, as the seat is not very clean. I walk around contemplating what I should do as a few other unknown males come and go. As I am standing just inside the entrance doorway, an unfamiliar short-haired boy of about twelve walks in, looks at the condition of the bathroom, and starts talking to me. I perceive him as a Communist from Eastern Europe who is probably in the region temporarily. He starts making comments about ecology and land features in the region (though I do not know where the setting is implied to be and I do not have a viable memory of my conscious self identity). I walk out with him, deciding that I will have to go home to use the bathroom. I continue on my own and step off the sidewalk onto muddy ground. I see that I am barefoot. I am carrying my shoes, but when I put them on the ground to put my feet into them, they become very muddy, so I decide not to wear them. My feet sinking into the ground a few inches annoys me. Two unknown young males of about twenty are watching me from the sidewalk. I take a few more steps and the ground remains soft and muddy. I do not really feel like trudging through this. Finally, I decide to fly home. I lift my arms and rise into the air effortlessly. I start flying toward another building in the distance, about twenty feet above the ground. There are a number of people walking around below. I start to consider how strange it is for so many other people not to fly to their destination, as it is more comfortable and easier than walking.
It was a strange and a fantasy dream. I was playing with my fellow friends on my terrace during a rainy day. There came colorful balloons of huge size and when we sat on that balloon it took us straight to the sky and we eventually were no able to see the land. The balloon took us to the moon passing through the white clouds and we found the moon with multi colors and it appeared like a fantasy world. And that's how my dream ended.
I was ordering this really nice blackcurrant drink from a café, when all of a sudden this guy (that goes to my high school) starts to whisper in my ear and rub my back. I was super uncomfortable. This largely being because in real life, I've heard stories about him being creepy around girls at house parties. Luckily for me, Daniel Howell was walking by and saw how uncomfortable I was. He told the guy to go away, and proceed to talk to me, check if I was OK. For the rest of the dream, we ended up walking around my town together. Going into shops, looking at baking supplies lmao.
So I’m driving my car which I totaled about 11 months ago and I arrive at this Chinese restaurant that tried to sue me and failed last year. I struggle to parallel park but the owner and his fam recognize me and come out. I leave the car and run away and then realize I left my car and go back for it and fight the Chinaman who’s trying to take my car while his fam calls the police. I pull him out and drive away. Then I woke up. Assuming the police probably caught me - tho don’t recall seeing them
Morning of June 18, 2018. Monday. In the first part of my dream, which seems to take place in late morning, I look into a birdcage and see what I first think is a dead hummingbird on the bottom of the cage, one of our supposed pet hummingbirds. (We do not have any pet hummingbirds in reality.) I feel that this will upset our oldest daughter and I soon have ambiguous associations with it being a mouse. Its head is facing away from me, though also oriented somewhat to the left. Later, I talk to Zsuzsanna, as I am puzzled about where the other birds are. They are not in their birdcage and I consider they may have flown away. Are some in the same cage (even though there is a mix of quails and small parrots)? Later, I am trying to rest in bed, which is in an unfamiliar location (though implied to be our present home). I notice, to my left, an area out from the opposite corner of the room, where there are two thin gorillas standing, one black, one chocolate-colored. The black one is on the right in my view. They are watching us. I find it odd that we have pet gorillas, especially as the gate that encloses them is only up to their waist. I become wary of having these pets and start to consider that it is a foolhardy idea. I consider talking to Zsuzsanna about it but they start talking simultaneously in unfamiliar male voices. Although it sounds like a legitimate language, it is not English or any language that seems familiar to me, which annoys me more. I tell them to speak English. They keep talking, seeming somewhat aggressive as well as somehow condescending. I jump into their small fenced-in area and knock them down. I quickly saw their arms off, then their heads as I hold them down. I do not feel as if I am danger or liable to be hurt at any point. This dream had three precognitive threads, curiously enough. One of our oldest daughter’s mice did die (the first one that had ever died since she started keeping mice). I was also very surprised to see the three youngest quail in the same cage as the lovebirds, which Zsuzsanna had done temporarily, as the two older quails had now been picking on their three offspring. As for the two gorillas, we watched “Valley of the Sasquatch” tonight. I did not really plan to see this specific movie, and I did not know its content. There is a scene where one of the men cuts the arm off one of the Sasquatch.
Morning of September 9, 2015. Wednesday. I am apparently at a department of education building, possibly in Brisbane, but it is more like my old school in Arcadia. However, the building may actually be at least four storeys high or more, though I think we are on the top floor. There also seem to be classes held at times or at least meetings, mostly with eighteen-year-olds and up. I am with my wife Zsuzsanna in one of the rooms and I start to work on a subtraction program for our two youngest sons to enhance their speed in general mathematics. Over time, I am actually able to read and resolve the code, but I still do not feel it is perfect, as I want to make sure there are no errors in how the digits are presented and such in columns (though I still want the randomization to be reasonable). My wife and I seem to be the only people in the building at first at one point (though I sensed our two youngest sons were there earlier), as I sense it is late at night and the building has mostly been locked for the night. However, at least one other person, an obnoxious young Ivy Leaguer from Yale of about twenty years old (who seems a fictional associate or old classmate at one point, though I never went to Yale) is in the building, but is causing problems with the building’s security as well as possibly damaging or altering cache copies of extensive records and educational reports and administration feedback and with the seeming goal of replacing important information with mindless gossip about each and every teacher and student. He is even putting glitches in the calculus programs and altering images and data in civics and sociology programs. I decide to alter the building’s computer system and block access to the internal workings of the building and all the records. This is unusual in that the building itself is like a computer relative to software-driven doors, lights, elevator functions, and many other features. It is as if everything in the building is somehow linked to computer software (though seemingly not voice-driven). The pad for the main building’s system looks like Windows calculator. I falsely “remember” a special function that does not cause the building to “self-destruct” but to cause total confusion for clueless intruders and would-be vandals. I enter the Qword DEAD C0DE 0BAD FEED as a hexadecimal input (with of course the “0” being a zero as the letters only go from A to F, thus why it is called hexadecimal - for the six letters). This causes random byte values to be placed in random buffers all over the building in every software-driven section, similar to the “poke” command on old Commodore 64 computers (though in this case does not breach the internal records, which are all backed up in non-adjacent systems). Various lights go off and on randomly and even random doors open and close. This seems to all be taking place on at least the third floor at this point. After awhile, the unknown male comes out of a room and seems annoyed. He tells me that all this chaos will alert the authorities (or possibly even randomly trigger an alarm). He seems to think I am “with” him, but my wife and I just want him out and then we will leave the building. He apparently thinks it is amusing to disrupt the educational and social progress of people of all ages (including children). When we are walking in a hall, I push him into a malfunctioning elevator that is halfway between floors but the fall does not injure him that badly. This scene is the most vivid and realistic part of my dream, though I am not lucid at any point. (This also now triggers a memory of when my sister Marilyn used to say “his elevator doesn’t go to the top floor” when talking about an annoying or less-intelligent person.) From here, I notice some sort of meeting being held in one classroom, which I can see through the glass walls and horizontal darker zebrawood beams on the other side of the hall from the elevator. The speaker is an older lady with gray hair and somewhat stocky (she does not look at all familiar in any way). She seems very friendly and responsive. I ask her if there are any authorities in the building but at this point, things seem to be getting back to normal as it seems the intruder has left the building (or possibly already caught by security guards or police), which has rebooted itself with one of the random values triggering the reboot function. My wife and I go to the first floor. Just prior to us walking from the building into the late night (or very early morning), I notice we are completely undressed. I am not even sure how and when that happened. Perhaps one of the random values triggered the erasing of our clothes, but that is only a very vague and very brief contemplation. I pull a thin bed sheet seemingly out of nowhere (out of the air itself, it seems) to cover myself as we walk home, feeling quite happy at this point.
Morning of August 13, 2015. Thursday. In my semi-lucidity, seemingly very late at night, I am aware that my dream environment is only half-rendered. Thus, without focusing that much, or sharpening my awareness with any intent, I do not really feel like getting up and walking into another part of the house, as I will probably just trip and fly forward and become half-awake, as in typical first-stage light sleep paralysis dreams from night to night. Still, for whatever reason, it does not dawn on me that this dream type does not usually render my present home in any discernible way and is usually an area in a city, outside, where I most often find myself walking down the sidewalk. So, already my critical thinking skills are not functioning. Not knowing what else to do (again, not being that focused), I continue to work on my computer. Still, I am somewhat suspicious of the technology being feasible in any dream state (where electronic devices sometimes explode into small smoking embers with amazing “realism”). In the back of my mind, I am somewhat aware that this “other world” has Gothic attributes. I feel a slight wariness. I am aware of a presence that is very different to me, like a feature of another world becoming known for the first time. It is very eerie, yet I also somehow sense love and joy at the same time; perhaps some orphan domain of Steampunk consciousness blended with something else. A strange sound occurs, increasing smoothly in volume. It is every chimney in the (fictional) neighborhood suddenly “singing” in some sort of low-pitched hollow reed-like frequency, somewhat like a sustained pipe-organ note, but layered (overdubbed) to an extreme. Is it wind somehow speedily and heavily flowing through every chimney in the region? It is almost like a ghostly human chorus. Again, the pitch is very low, but some of the layers are slightly off the pitch by enough cent variation to give it a barely noticeable flange effect. The volume of this chimney “chorus” increases until it is “filling the world” with some sort of intended beginning vigil, perhaps. I am not sure how to mentally respond or take note, assuming I should. It almost reminds me of a factory steam whistle slowed down exponentially and layered infinitely. I remain puzzled; I get the ambiguous association of rows of churches with factory steam whistles calling the public masses into uniformity. Then there is silence.
Morning of September 11, 2015. Friday. In my dream, I had been making love to Zsuzsanna in a semi-lucid state and suddenly feel a bit more perceptive than usual in such a situation. She looks beautiful and goddess-like. I tell her that I “brought her here” as an experiment and for her to look around the setting (even though she has already been present in many dreams about Cubitis as well as La Crosse). Outside, I see a beautiful garden and layout. There are unrealistically large coleus blumei everywhere (instead of all the huge prickly pears and ugly caterpillar-infested red canna lilies that were eventually practically everywhere in reality prior to my family’s move back to Wisconsin), some in large plant pots placed in perfect lines along the shed and parts of the backyard. The beauty of the imagery is astounding. There is a strange “division” of time. Even though I am my present self on one level, “my” house is otherwise empty (other than my own manipulation of the setting and “preserving” of how it was before) and supposedly in the distant past. Lisa’s old house immediately to the south, however, is still technically “cursed” and empty, and the outside covered with several layers of mold and old vines, parts of the front porch blocked up with concrete blocks (and mostly as it presently looks now in real life). I want to look in the house, but my wife does not like the idea. However, my motive is pure and to confirm that the house is in complete ruin and unfit for a human being to even be within several feet of. I do not even care that people apparently cannot enter and leave with their sanity intact. I feel good about the idea of an empty ruined house covered with mold and vines next to “my” in-dream home. It makes me feel alive and happy and with an enhanced sense of privacy. Somehow though, we end up in town. I seem to be on my own for a time. I do not recognize anyone (even though they are around my age or older). I am in what seems to be a small store. An older male is seated on a chair near the entrance. Even though I do not know anyone in the immediate setting, I ask him if he remembers me. He has no idea who I am. I tell him that I will travel back into the past, meet him and be his friend for a few months, and then come back to the present and ask him if he remembers me then. He seems to agree to this odd concept and arrangement, but it still does not work. He then does not even remember what I had asked him the first time around (before I went to the past). I become annoyed and leave. I eventually find myself in a tavern. There are quite a few people sitting on bar stools. One of them looks like a very old version of Lisa, perhaps about seventy (which makes no sense as she is younger than me). Her parents look like young teenage versions of themselves even though they are still her “real” parents. Her “mother” says that she has to come home and her “father” does not even want to look at her, though just tells her to come back home while even blocking his face with his right arm for a short time. Not many want to look, apparently, because her face is extraordinarily distorted. I notice that her mouth looks quite bizarre, her teeth two times longer than they should be and metallic as well as being at various random angles. I do not question either the “impossible mouth” or the teenage parents of a very old lady (even though I had been semi-lucid at the beginning of my dream). Eventually, I am distracted by the behavior of the “parents”, and decide to heal a few people in the area. I go outside and see the same male I had talked with earlier. From here, miniature clouds of soft blue fire float and waver upward into the air from my hands and this is supposed to be “restoring” elements of the town and people somehow. The male seems to become a bit younger (or at least healthier in overall appearance) and more cheerful.
Morning of September 23, 2015. Wednesday. There are a group of three people who seem to be connected to some sort of television series where there are three humanoid dragons; two males and one female. It eventually seems as if one of the actors is cannibalistic and the other two become wary of him. They seem to share the same apartment (or dressing room). I am actually there on the scene but not involved in the show in any way. The scene shifts and I am at the post office with my wife Zsuzsanna. I only seem to be in my late twenties, though. I had gotten a package that contained a somewhat “realistic” (in terms of detailed scale patterns and such) dragon costume. I open it in one location and then go to the opposite side of the (unfamiliar) building where there is an additional bench like the previous I had opened the package on. At one point, I am wearing the bottom left side, which is like a large fancy boot with green scales and a scaled pants leg held up around the waist. It seems I am wearing a part near the top as well (possibly even the mask or part of it, though my vision is not blocked in any way). Soon, I realize that I must have left the right bottom side of the costume behind so walk back to get it. There are only a few other people (unknown) around. I look down at my left foot and leg as I am walking (fully in-body with a very realistic gait in the sense of weight and movement). My right leg and foot are normal, but my right boot still seems somewhat fancy, like the expensive snakeskin cowboy boots I had years ago and of lighter variegated grays. I do not feel embarrassed or out of place wearing half a costume (and mismatched boots) even though a couple others notice me but only casually with no reaction of any kind. I am aware that each side feels slightly different as I am walking (even producing a slightly different barely audible sound), but not really out of balance in any way. I feel quite cheerful, in fact.
Morning of June 18, 2018. Monday. I titled this dream “The Second Storm” because of it being from a literal thread of my conscious self identity in vague recall of the storm that tore our roof apart in November of last year. However, our home is rendered as the Cubitis house (where I have not lived since 1978) rather than our present home. In this dream, I become aware of the cyclone or hurricane approaching. I am not as afraid as I would be in waking life. Zsuzsanna is present. It seems to be late morning. Mainly, I am near the doorway of my bedroom (as in Cubitis). Rather than the roof coming off this time, sections of the southwest area of the south wall, closer to the ceiling, are partially destroyed, leaving a couple irregular holes. A small pine tree is carried through the hole in the wall (though this would not be possible in reality regarding the size of the hole) and blown through my room mostly in an upright (vertical) position, in slow motion, as are a few branches from other trees. I do not think the house will be destroyed. Blue sky and white clouds can be seen through the holes rather than signs of a storm. The roof stays on. I am soon aware that the storm is over and wake shortly after this.
Today i had a strange dream. I was in a hill with a house on its top with my best friend. The sky was dark and only crows were flying as if the birds were running away.I had came to the future and i dont know how. But my friend was from future. We both went inside the house and there was a lady of mid age.The room which i entered was a lab or something like a hospital room.The label of Carbon dioxide was very low..when i saw that i scared thinking the earth would be destroyed but my friend and the lady was not suprised it was like it was normal in that time.My friend suddenly started to have delivery for a baby. I was shocked.Later i found that in future even though a woman is pregnant their stomach wont grow big and they can have baby any time..they do not have to wait 9 months have a baby. Well even though it was a dream. I laughed so hard when i woke up morning.