Watching home videos but of myself, but had a sense of looking at my own physical body in front of me, except I was standing next to 3 girls who I didn’t recognize at all and I was speaking in a British/Australian accent / In my car driving during the day time and multiple times I would speed up on a car quickly to a stop sign or bc they were slow and as soon as I slammed the breaks the car would turn into a police car
In my dream, I was performing in this big theater and I was the main lead. But then one of our person got killed and now we have to shut the our performance down. All I can remember was that everyone was worried about me and they started to come around from time to time, If they can’t they will call over phone and I remember one of my aunt was crying so much. Maybe this is later on in life and things wasn’t working out well. But then finally I was outside in the snow and everyone was there too, celebrate Christmas everywhere. But one of my friends say to announce something about this one words but I forgot. He say “how will you say this one words before my friends go there.” And one of the lady was like “in what language don’t she know her own language.” And they thought that was kinda funny. But my friends was like “In French.” Then everyone started to laugh they were like why will she need to know that and all of sudden I go up and say “ It was me who wanted him to ask because I have cancer and I have to move to France.” Everyone was just in shock, and the lady told us what the word means. And everyone all left and I wanted to go see the party too before I leave, but they say you have to go to the east side and I was like fine. And before we really leave we all stopped and they lady was like “You got anyone else to go see before you leave.” But in my thought I was like I want to go see my friends and go see them again. “ Let’s prey because we go.” The lady say again and we all closed our eyes and in a few minutes before the lady even start saying her prayer. We all open up our eyes one of this girl say something we all didn’t understand and someone say “You mean it’s 100 degrees out now.” I didn’t know what they meant but I started to look around, all the snow was gone and everything was warm again. I started to cry so much that it was like God didn’t want me to leave yet. At the end I kinda fainted a little but all I remembered was that the snow fall again.
I was in a huge auditorium, my friend got me a really bad place on the top of a balcony. But I was unable to see the screen. A person starts telling names and body parts, for example, “Juanita= arms, Pedro=wrist,and so on” I saw the screen and they were a lot of names with body parts. We needed to make a presentation of WHY EACH BODY PART IS IMPORTANT. Out of the sudden, he said “Baola=ass” and everyone started laughing and making fun of me. I remember giving my presentation and people laughing, they were disrespectful. I kept defending butts.
I was going to se my best friend Pamella on Saturday. When that day came I was getting ready to see her but then I saw her in my room for one second, she was paled, with her head down. Then she disappeared. I started looking for her and she appeared behind my curtains moving her hands, screaming. I opened the curtain and there was nothing, it was a spirit and I instantly knew she died.
Morning of March 31, 1974. Sunday. Dream #: 2,659-02. Reading time: 1 min 30 sec. Readability score: 66. I am close to achieving the realization that I am dreaming, but I am still trying to discern if it is a real-life scenario, as it is very vivid and I have a high degree of mental clarity. I am on my school bus going home to Cubitis (perhaps about two-thirds of the way) on Highway Seventeen. I am seated in the middle of the bus on the left side, nearest the aisle (though I remain uncertain if there is a schoolmate seated to my left. The bus is more crowded than it would be in reality. Classmate Jeanette P turns her head around and looks back at me from near the front of the bus (also the left side and closest the aisle) and smiles as if she is going to tell me something important. Instead, she just happily says, “Claude Smith…” (my correct first name but wrong surname). It is not sarcastic or condescending, but the way she says it is still somewhat annoying even though she seems cheerful and friendly. I guess what annoys me is the fact she sounds so assertive and even supportive while making such a seemingly blatant mistake or slight, regardless of her intent. “That’s not my name,” I reply passively, wondering how she had forgotten it. I try not to sound angry or as if responding to an affront. My dream fades at about this point. I had not gotten the chance to see her reaction to what I had said (though she was still smiling as I was speaking). No one else had spoken to me at any point. Known causal factors: Most people do not understand that my dream self is not my conscious self identity as in real life. It is a temporary and separate imaginary incarnation that lacks physicality and viable thinking skills. My emerging consciousness renders a classmate as my preconscious simulacrum in reticular activating system mediation. She is close to the front of the bus and the driver (closer to consciousness initiation) and confirms I am in the dream state, calling me a wrong name and forcing a level of contemplation that breaks the illusion of the dream state. It stems from trying to discern whether my status was being asleep or awake.
Morning of March 24, 1974. Sunday. Dream #: 2,652-02. Reading time: 1 min 30 sec. Readability score: 50. Classmates, including Steve J, Steve W, Ann L, and I, are supposedly going “into the wilderness.” We go to the anticipated location, maintaining a slow-motion leaping that is similar to slowly flying up and down in a vertical position. We are going to my middle school’s library. I realize I am in my pajamas, but I do not feel out of place. I feel comfortable as I sit down at a rectangular wooden table to read a book. I am eventually aware I am wearing a robe, yet when I look down, I notice it is open, and my legs are bare and exposed (even though I had been wearing pajamas moments before). My classmates do not draw attention to my state of undress and also begin to look at books. I start to realize that I am dreaming and recognize that I am not wearing clothes because, in reality, I am undressed and asleep in bed. With vague amusement, I try to maintain awareness of what I am reading but fail to do so as I am already slowly waking. Known causal factors: Being undressed in a dream: Subliminal, liminal, or concurrent preconscious awareness and acknowledgment of being in bed in REM sleep. The lack of linear cohesion and continuity is a result of correlation with the dreaming and waking processes. I am firstly thinking about exploring a forest. Then, there is subliminal awareness that I am indoors in a bedroom (though distorted into the library setting based on an emerging consciousness thread). First, I am wearing pajamas, as in response to the subliminal awareness that I am in bed, then I have bare legs to augment that realization. Vestibular system correlation had already started (caused by the physicality of the dream self being imaginary and not representing the orientation of the physical body) with the “slow-motion leaping” that is similar to flying. Vestibular system correlation is a precursor of the waking process, which typically causes falling and flying dreams. Libraries and reading serve as an emerging consciousness factor to hone my awareness of the dream state. It remains one of my most common perceptual triggers to initiate conscious self awareness while dreaming, though it is not always feasible (as the text often continuously changes).
last night i dreamed i was walking through the local mall with a friend of mine ,we will call her "Nanami".(not sharing her real name on-line). i'm listening to her usual crazy obsession about past lives,astrology,being a "crystal child" and other new age silliness(i listen to her even though i think it is ridiculous because she is willing to listen to my opinions on politics no matter how problematic she finds them). then some people who neither of us know start to harass me because of my MAGA hat,and "Nanami" tries to reason with them(she is a SJW leftist) telling them it is ableist oppression to bully me(me and her are both on the high functioning end of the autism spectrum formally know as aspergers syndrome and share one obsession movies. i have over a thousand dvds ,334 sci-fi dvds alone,213 western animation,278 anime and decent variety in every genre and "Nanami" has a least as many as me ,mostly chick flicks ),but they don't listen and one of them grabs my hat and runs off with it,and i chase after him while "Nanami" keeps the others busy. i finally catch him and get my hat back,then after saying goodbye to my friend i go home. i start to take a relaxing bath then another stranger i have never seen before(not one from eariler) walks in the room and he climbed into the tub with me,i screamed and woke up panicked . i though jump scares were only in nightmares,this came out of nowhere. it was very disturbing. Note::in case you are wondering about the name Nanami it is a fictional character from the anime "Revolutionary Girl Utena" that happens to be blond like my friend,have the same hair length as her and the same general body shape. it is just a shorthand for visual appearance. don't read anything else into it. https://shinmaru.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/nanami.jpg?w=450 Note#2 :also if you want to know about my friends religious views this is her favorite youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/TheSpiritScience/videos (try not to cringe)
last night i dream i was in a cave underground and i found a military base there with tanks that had drill bits coming out of the barrel to their guns. than i found a part of the cave with geothermal heat and light. it had all sorts of cute and adorable pokemon-esque creatures, and then i saw a tree made of a quartz like crystal. the trees limbs started to move and they started to talk. they were a kind of silicon based life and the government was destroying there home and killing them,they were angry with me because of it,but i explained that the people on the surface did not know what was happening,and i left to tell the world about it and woke up as i approached the surface outside of the cave
last night i dream me and my wife(i don't have one is real life yet but it appears to be the same woman form a previous dream on the 9th) were having sex,putting fingers inside one another ,69ing,etc. but the strange part of the dream is that we were doing it outdoors with a crowd of onlookers watching us,and neither of us was embarrassed at all.after the sex was over i woke up.
I have begun to vision myself swimming with great schools of fish. They seem to be ocean fish, due to the colors and the way they school. The water is clear and the fish seem to be leading me somewhere. This has been occurring during my last three (3) meditation sessions. I do not feel afraid, rather at peace and I "wake" feeling light and maybe even a little like I am still floating. Ideas?
ok, so it was in this weird building with lots of kids in my grade, and we were having conversations and about to sign up for something but we didn't know what yet. We were separated into groups then told to join the table with the guy we want. I didn't know so I just went over at the table where my best friend and her boyfriend were sitting. Then I realize it is for who will be the father to your kid, and every girl in the room had to choose, even though there weren't nearly as many guys. I started to panic and I realized I was sitting across from this gay girl I'm friends with, and so we were like "you can't make us do this, this is our decision. If we need a greater population, we can just adopt. What's wrong with that?" then the adults who were in charge start to come over so I start running as fast as I could, bolted out the building without looking back, and leaped into an abandoned golf cart and floored it, getting away from there as fast as I could. Does this mean I'm gay or ace?
It was Halloween. I was in ixtapa with my cousins and they wanted to get ready and put their costumes on but I just wanted to go to the beautiful ocean. I was alone and filming the landscape because it was so beautiful. The sky was pink and orange, reflected on the cristal waters. I heard someone screaming “RUN!” And I saw an enormous wave coming towards us. Must people gave up and waited to die but I started running. I entered to a house from a big rectangular window and tripped, I couldn’t move so I watched the big wave entering as well. But, before it even touched me it transformed into pink jelly. And that’s pretty much it.
last night i dreamed of playing the Lord of the Rings trading card game with life or death high stakes and winning.next i dreamed a complete stranger(a old man with a short white beard) was playing golf in my back yard trying to hit a golf ball back to wherever it came from. finally i dreamed of being a girl scout(i was never one in real life although i wish i could have been)then i woke up
i dreamed last night about shopping on-line for a swimsuit then going to the grocery store then voting(it must have been election day) and getting something to eat at a restaurant. and i did it ALL naked and did not feel ashamed or embarrassed at all . then i woke up.
last night i had a nightmare about being bullied in elementary school. people who bullied me in real life were in the dream and they broke hundreds of dollars of dvds i owned (the dvds were of the anime Sailor Moon and Chibiusa was on the cover-art)and the teachers did nothing about it. then in the dream i get home only to have my family blame me for what happened.later on late at night when everyone else is asleep i put on a bikini and went swimming in the pool next to my home(which i did not have in real life) and felt relaxed and at peace .
i dreamed i was on the starship Voyager(star trek) and we were under attack from reptilian space alien Nazis(i'm a Trump voter when i say Nazi i mean actual Fascists ethno-nationalist not right wing economic nationalism that gets dishonestly labeled as racist by leftist). there was a phaser fight in a cargo bay and dead bodies from both sides everywhere,we ultimately won but paid a heavy price for our victory. also i fellow crew mate that i was attracted to rejected me because she was straight,and i was disappointed. she was beautiful and she looked a lot like me except she was a blond. i usually don't get rejected in my dreams because most of the women are lesbians like me so this was a surprise.
i dreamed i was shopping at a store,i went in to the aisle with trading card game and started to put some from a game i liked into my cart,then i saw a set of non-tcg trading cards with my face on them. i was so euphorically happy i let out a scream of delight,i grabbed as many of them as i could afford and when to buy them,then at the check out line i had a hard time doing math at the cash register . (i normal know exactly how much change i am going to get) then i woke up.
at the start of the dream i step of a elevator into a crowded office,i am apparently the boss and after attending to all the people who demand my attention ,i exit the office into a private home/apartment and then i change out of my pantsuit into a cheetah-print bikini(in my dream my breast have gotten larger than real life) and head to a private indoor swimming pool. there is a beautiful woman there by the pool side exercising lifting heavy weights.(she is incredible from the bottom of her feet to the top of her afro) she stops and walks over to me and kisses me,i then notice i am wearing a wedding ring (and she is too). we relax my the pool cuddling for a while,then i go in for a swim,after i am done swimming she comes into the shallow end with my and begins kissing the side of my neck,then she takes my top off and begins massage my breast with her hands and i turn around and she begins licking one of my nipples and she reached her hand into my swimsuit and puts one ,then two and finally three fingers inside me. i orgasm so intensely my body shudders. then with her out of the pool wading her feet in i pull aside the crotch of her one-piece and begin to put my tongue inside her.(i am then abruptly woken up in a cold sweat by my brother being loud in the morning)
(sleep interrupted by my brother)i dreamed i was in a large building with many rooms in a hallway,one was a courtroom,then a public bathroom,then a elementary school classroom,and finally a corporate office where i met a secretary who offered to show me around,and lead me to a room with 4 women... and i was woken up.
i dreamed last night that i traveled to Mars and found a alien civilization of intelligent feline people. i discovered they were at war with humans invading there planet,i had a disguise to pretend to be one of them. eventually i told a group of close friends were i was from and that most humans don't even know they exist and my planets governments were hiding the truth from our people.they did not believe me at first but the girl i fell in love with there convinced them to keep it a secret. later i was shot protecting there President from a attempted assassination by a human soldier,but it damaged my hologram generator device and they found all found out i was a human.i then explained the situation to the public and confronted the soldier who called me a traitor to my race.he represented one or more of earths governments seeking to genocide the native population of Mars and he hated me on a interpersonal level because of my religion which was different than his and because i was in his words a abomination.then my girlfriend in the dream ran up to me a kissed me in front of her whole planets media.i woke up shortly after the kiss.(image kind of similar to aliens)
I was hanging out with some friends and this girl from college shows up. She looks like she is doing really well now. I try to avoid her because our friendship ended on pretty rough terms. I overhear her talking about this amazing job she has now, the apartment in New York she just bought, and her private jet. It makes me feel a little insignificant as I’m still in school and have nothing to speak for my accomplishments. She leaves and a couple of my friends show up. We decide to all hang out and stay over at friend A’s house since she lives in town. We get there and the feelings come back as this house is essentially a mini mansion. We hang out for a while and one night turns into 5 and I realize I have to get home. My mother comes and gives me a boarding pass for a flight that leaves in 20 minutes and we have to rush down through nyc traffic to get there. Friend B is with me in the back seat like we’re being chauffeured around. We get close to the airport, but it’s already too late so we turn around. We get back to friend A’s house and she’s in the middle of cleaning up. She doesn’t seem to want us anymore (we’ve overstayed our welcome as is) but politely let’s us stay since there’s nowhere else to go. Friend B is really upset for some reason and decides that we all need to drink. We make a handful of drinks and end up throwing them all up. I’m still really upset that I missed my flight. During the drinking fiasco, multiple boarding passes show up in my bag but they all have times that are impossible to get to and I keep missing more flights.
Morning of December 10, 2018. Monday. Dream #: 18,984-05. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score: 75. I enter another of several vivid dreams of this date. In this event, I maintain most of my conscious self identity in association with my marriage and family. The setting is unknown. My mother is present. My dream self does not recall that she had died in October of 2002 or that she had never been to Australia or met Zsuzsanna or our children in real life. She had bought two cakes in pans with ice cream covering them. I eat some of the darker cake. Zsuzsanna and our three youngest children are present. I then go on to eat some of the other “cake” and see that it is now mostly white ice cream that seems to be partially melting. I also notice steam rising from it, and become puzzled. I scoop up and eat a lot of it. Something in the back of my mind makes me question this situation. I pick up an interesting object from near a corner of the cake pan. It is a beautiful rooster salt shaker in a crowing stance. There was loose salt around it. (I am wondering if this is another dream with gamma-aminobutyric acid autosymbolism or if it represents sweating in the heat.) I wake as I gaze at the rooster salt shaker and find it curious that a place that sells food would give one out for each purchase. Of course, a rooster is autosymbolism for the preconscious function and transition of waking up from sleep. How obvious can it get?
Night of December 9, 2018. Sunday. Dream #: 18,983-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score: 62. In this dream, I maintain conscious self identity as well as dream state awareness while slipping into the enigmatic space of REM sleep, which in this case, becomes divided by a stone wall. Manipulating the imaginary walls of this level of dreaming is second only to vestibular system correlation. I find myself effortlessly pulling large stones out of the wall to create a big square window. Beyond the window, I see blue sky, and a marsh below, where there is only water and trees. The sight is beautiful and peaceful. I float slowly through the window and gaze upon the gradual changes in the imagery. Time passes, and I eventually notice that the scene of trees and water is now clothing floating in laundry water in a big outdoor expanse. I find the transition curious but consider that it is because my conscious self is closer to the surface of the enigmatic space of the dream state. From here, I slowly fly to a muddy river bank, and the scene returns to its original status. As I hold onto my conscious self essence, I see a pair of tennis shoes seemingly rising out of the mud (though more a factor of water lowering waking symbolism) to remind me that I am not wearing shoes in bed as I sleep. Soon, they seem brand new and dry. The detail is vivid and precise. I consider if I should become virtually corporeal and wear the shoes, or fly on to another imaginary realm, but wake.
In my dream I had began to like a kid named Mountain, I think he was slightly mentally challenged and his teacher would always scream at him. We would always walk home holding hands. One day while we were walking home I saw a dead lady babbling about us and God and I said she was just crazy. We had kept walking on except the whole land had transformed into lakes, palm trees, and vivid green grass. I had realized we weren't on Earth anymore and I said to him all we have to do is run up this mountain (it was actually a hill) and we could go back. We shared our dreams about each other while we ran up the hill. The dream then shifted to us both walking into a small wood building as ghosts and asked when the Ruptures had died (our last name) and she said 1917. Mountain had said something like, "oh yeah we had started killing people that's why." I started giggling and he mentioned something about clubbing. There were also two children standing next to us which I think may have been ours. One had blonde hair to his shoulder and had a black turtleneck on and I forgot what the other one looked like. I also remember remarking how I wish I could've spent at least one more moment with my mother when I was alive and I felt very sad about it.
I remember being texted by my current girlfriends mother asking for sexual favors.. Then awkwardly sat down at a table with my girlfriends family and my family for what seemed to be one large meal. After the meal I was suddenly in my old high school but the halls were dark and it was raining outside. Just as my girlfriend and I were about to leave we stopped and a little Asian boy brought out microphones, girls I've never seen before started singing "Dont stop believin'" then I woke up.