I went to a very big and old Banya , looked like the Banyas in the late 1800's or early 1900's I began to wash my body and suddenly saw a man I know He had a bath linen He helped everyone wash their body , i went and talked to him and we talked and washed our body and sang
Morning of December 10, 2018. Monday. Dream #: 18,984-07. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score (optimized): 60. Summary for casual readers only: While on the Cubitis carport, I see two toy parachutists hanging from the northerly eaves, a blue one and a white one. I go around and take the white one down and throw it about when back on the carport. An unknown woman looks on from where the carport meets the driveway. Readers with no interest in legitimate causes and effects of dreams need not read past this point. Preconscious precursor: My dream self attains subliminal awareness of being in REM sleep, though no current conscious self identity has yet emerged. A common liminal space nexus, the Cubitis carport (irrelevant to real life since 1978), is the setting. It represents being within the virtual space between my imaginary dream self and my conscious self identity. In subliminal, liminal, and concurrent dream self modes, I have deliberately used porches and carports since early childhood for this level of dream state and wakefulness processing. I am on the Cubitis house’s carport in late morning. The sky is blue, and I mostly focus on the northerly direction. Someone else is present who is a female of perhaps thirty, but I do not know her identity. To the north, I see objects in the sky. (One might be an airplane, but this remains unknown when I focus on the toys in the next scene.) I eventually see a toy parachutist hanging from the eaves. I had first thought that it was in the air in the distance, beyond Harold’s house on the other side of the orange grove. I walk around outside of the carport. At this point, I see two toy parachutists hanging by strings from their miniature parachutes, one slightly higher than the other. One is blue and the other white. I somehow take down the white toy (which would not have been possible in reality as it would have been too high up). I play with the toy parachutist on the carport for several minutes, noticing that it works very well, the parachute expanding and the soldier slowly floating down as I catch it each time. Its texture is simultaneously rubbery and silky. I find its perfection wondrous. Eventually, I begin to recall who I am. I remember my youngest son, though there is no other recall (such as where I live as I erroneously maintain the illusion of Cubitis until I wake). I consider that I will give my youngest son the toys. I think that someone, perhaps two unknown young boys, had lost them and probably will not return. Crucial notes: A common factor of the waking process and consciousness achievement is the preconscious simulacrum. Here, it is probably my wife Zsuzsanna, though remains dormant (unrecognized) until I wake. It does not domineer, as I am actively working with vestibular system correlation in subliminal anticipation of the falling start that terminates many dreams, though of which does not occur here as I modulate the process into a soft awakening, though with a projected transition rather than inherited.
a recurring dream of me lying at the bottom of a body of water looking up at the light rays that pierce through , this much does not change when im there other things do however such as the sun being tamed by looking through a spiral of fish swimming high above ... its never a feeling of panic but of contentment. im searching for meaning behind such an over occuring dream
I was walking in a parking garage heading to the entrance to a grocery store. As I was walking, I noticed to the corner of my left eye that there is someone who looks suspicious heading my way, so I change my pace to see if they were coming after me, and it turned out they were. It was a Hispanic woman, shorter than me, and dressed with a gray sweatshirt under a black vest/hood, black jeans, and black boots. She demanded in broken English to see my wallet(and for some reason I had my mom’s purse with me and she grabbed it from me). I was telling her in Spanish that I don’t want any problems and begged that she could have my money and cards, but to please let me have my ID. I pulled my ID out and shoved the wallet at her chest and said in Spanish that she could take whatever she wanted. I noticed she didn’t even have a weapon, but I didn’t want to push my luck in case she had one, I remember cussing at her in Spanish and pushed her away from me and ran to the grocery store entrance. Once I was in there, it was like nothing happened, I just proceeded to walk like I was about to begin shopping.
I was fighting with someone but I can’t remember why. I just remember I felt like I was going crazy because voices in my head would tell me what to do...my voices. It was like my mind had manifested copies of myself. I was facing a man with a gun who wanted to hurt me. One voice kept telling me to “do it”, as in shoot the man. The other was pleading for me to give him a chance or at least a warning. We’re standing outside of a building, both under the overhang. The man is about 6 ft from me. I pull it my gun, point it at the man’s head, and the voices are getting louder. He points his at me and I yell a warning at him. I cock the gun, he shoots me and hits me in the shoulder. I fire in response, hitting him right in the chest. I expect the shot to kill him, but it doesn’t. He reaches up to where I shot him, blood covering his hand. He looks at the hand and wound and just laughs at me as if it has done nothing. Then I wake up.
This is a reoccurring dream I’ve had since I was about 4 years old. In the dream I am a 4 year old girl. I had a ring on/ in my hand, somehow it fell off. My uncle Roy was visiting our house that day. My ring had rolled all the way out of our yard, near the road underneath a picnic table we had outside the fence. Our neighbors across the street had 2 white husky type dogs that were really scary. I asked my uncle Roy to follow me out to the road to get my ring. I crawled under the picnic table and grabbed the ring. I saw the dogs looking at me. Uncle Roy was nowhere to be seen. I was alone. I wake up at this part every time.
In real life I was about 9-10 weeks pregnant. In my dream I was going into labor, I blacked out, lost about 3 hours of memory, and I realized I couldn’t feel my legs. I was at mercy hospital. Greg had his own bed that was a full size of bigger. Also remember seeing some baby bottles I wanted right before I woke up. My surgeon was a man, he was kind of brown. In the dream I also never saw my baby but I sensed that it was a girl.
I visited someone in Armenia They were very nice We sang and danced And drank tea and talked to each other and had fun a lot Then we turned on an old radio that was playing and old song from Soviet era After some short while , a man came to door I went to the yard and opened the door The man said: Barev, yes namak yem berum voreve mekits’ (hello , I bring a letter from someone) I took the letter and went into the house , then I heard a huge thunder , and it began to rain We were going to read the letter and suddenly , we heard a heavy noise , we ran out and saw that thunder hit the man who brought letter , we were scared , we quickly ran into house to call ambulance , and saw lots of Jinns in the room , the Jinns were dancing and making noise , we ran to car and I began to drive it fastly , we escaped to a church and stayed there for one day , then when we came back , the house was messy , and the Jinns had made the carpets and clothes dirty
The ground is dry and without vegetation. At one place there are 3 glowing stars. People are talking and I realize it is the Devil Down under with a strong force. The ground is shaking and I escape up a curved mountain road going round and round. One place I allmost step outside the Cliff, and it scares me, so I stick to the inside. Then something about some freinds making dinner. My collegue is out with the boss, who have a bad temper. I am looking at some skincream of hers. My exgirlfreind have a room full of ceramics. Note: My dads dog have a fracture in the back making a hell of pain for the dog, and he is having painkillers (The Devil down under). The spine-theme repeats in the mountain and the ceramics.
I was playing Terraria🌳 with my cousin Shay in the party. I built a nice park🏞with a nice landscaped hill⛰the in the background. Seamed Gold eventualy joined🎮. I went and showed him a Hospital🏥I built right next to it. It wasn't even half done so it looked a little dark and creepy🌑🕷. There was an attic overhead and some crates lying around. We were in the main lobby which had medical props💉but no walls yet. I would definetely house my Nurse👩⚕️there.
Morning of December 2, 2018. Sunday. Dream #: 18,976-01. Reading time: 1 min 30 sec. Readability score: 52. Harrison Ford (whom my infra-self perceives as a teacher rather than a celebrity in this dream) is giving a lecture, from behind a podium, at a graduation ceremony at Western Technical College, occurring late at night, but no one else is present (other than my dream self). Perhaps he is speaking to the tall palm trees that rise into the night, in the vague suggestion of an arc. They curve down slightly. Errors: Palm trees do not grow well outdoors in Wisconsin as it is too cold. I have not lived in La Crosse since February 1994. No discernible threads of my waking life identity are present, which often results in not recognizing celebrities. “Of Roof Space, Indoor Rain, and Shouting Palm Trees” followed on December 4. Harrison Ford appeared as Han Solo in a dream of December 22, 2016, that seemed precognitive of Carrie Fisher’s demise on December 27. “The Tallest Palm,” my music from a dream of July 23, 2006, is on a compilation CD with other artists as a benefit for wounded soldiers; released on July 30, 2007, by DMusic. My dream repeated on July 23, 2015. Preconscious (reticular activating system simulacrum) as authoritative, as a celebrity, as emerging consciousness (thinking skills), as teacher, as finalizing emergence (graduation). Trees typically correlate with subliminal, liminal, or concurrent consciousness factors of emerging physicality as well as implying presence of the interconsciousness. For example, in a dream of September 13, 1979, I was transformed into a tree by my “mystery girl” to correlate with the realization that my real physical body did not move as I slept. I merged with the leaves of a palm tree in a dream of November 1, 1992. In a dream of February 9, 1993, I commanded a tree to pick up a nun and rock her like a baby in its branches (a lucid awareness of being in peaceful sleep). In a dream of April 15, 2016, a rendering somewhat like a mechanized mannequin, though with a human essence, emerged from the bottom of an uprooted tree as the emerging consciousness (waking transition) factor. In early childhood dreams, trees sometimes held the essence of people, sometimes having human faces, in the realization that people do not walk around when in REM sleep.
Dream was of a figure with a feminine energy standing slightly to the left of my doorway at 3:30-4 am, the actual time and place of where I actually was. I was laying in my bed awake looking at this figure, it was a peaceful figure, almost angelic. My past best friend was lying next to me in this dream and the figure at the doorway was talking to me about the problems I’m currently struggling with, such as this friends drug problem, finance, etc. each time this figure would bring up a problem/trigger, an unexplainable thing would happen, a surge of energy would expand from my chest and all I would see was a bright white light, almost blinding. This happened about 3 times before the figure waited for my friend to completely fall asleep. The figure then said, in a very gentle & calming voice, “Okay Abigail,” and I looked at it/her, and she said, “marriage” and I looked at her and nodded, she asked me if I resonated with that word and I nodded again a little confused(I understood she was referring to my parents broken marriage that had a messy ending) and she brought to a place in time of that, which also happens to be the same time of year it is now. That same surge hit me so intensely, my chest felt it was lifting, the energy was expanding with so much pressure from my chest and all I could see was white, it became paralyzing before I finally awoke in disbelief, feeling a sense of an outer body experience
I was leaving my home for some reason, but I wanted to reunite with my family one day. everyday I would leave a poem about where I was going, the would all end in "Remember Me". When I finally got to my destination, I placed one last note. "Remember Me?" is what it said. I lived there for years until my brother found me. He had collected all the notes and looked for me for a long time. When I confronted him, he looked at me confused. All he said was "I don't know you", before he walked away.
I had a dream they updated Black Ops II Nuketown zombies with ☀/🌙 cycles and a bunch of weapons. I started off playing with some old friends. I had a SCAR H and I was loaded up full of perks. For some reason I decided to🔚the game right as I got Juggernog. When I started it back up solo, I had everything but my perks, but Stamin' up👟⏩landed instead of Quick-revive💉so it let me only buy it for 500 credits. So I started telling everybody that you keep your stuff next game if you have to leave. There were fire sale non power ups around the map that would activate a fire sale power up. I found it cool they added the Scorpion EVO III. The zombies were also much harder and more aggresive.
This whole dream was just weird all around. First I was in some house. Idk who's house, it felt like it was mine and I had newly moved in or something, There was a scorpion and someone had been stung by it but I killed it. I was concerned that maybe there was another so I was on the look out, looking outside to see if one was outside. My mom was with me. When we were looking outside I noticed there was full grown avocados in my garden growing from a large bush. I remember saying to my mom, wow it must have been from tossing the seeds out the window they magically grew. Some other things happened I cant remember, Next thing that stuck out in the dream was we saw a rainbow out of the window but the coolest rainbow ever, it was so vivid and it was the end of the rainbow...you could see right where it ended, I was like lets go check it out, maybe theres a leprechaun, I was joking but remember the rainbow moving to another place when I looked back up and then the whole dream switched and I was some place and these 3 girls were walking around, I was minding my business then next thing I know I hear some guy go we need that girl there, talking about me, I was a model/actor so it wasnt out of the norm, I think I was shooting something else while I was there but then he pulled me from what I was doing because he wanted to film me to say something for a car event and I was the person reveling whatever was in the envelope, maybe it was a winner to the car event I think? Idk I was told to read a script, I also didnt really agree with one of the lines they wanted me to say because it was kind of negative about the people who were at the event and Im a car person so It bothered me. The three girls worked w the person who pulled me aside but they weren't working on the car thing, also my boss was there which is weird? but at the beginning when the dream switched, not when I was pulled away...idk but weirdest dream ever!!
I was in sixflags. They were about to close the park and a small group of people including me were able to ride one last time, I sat in the last carriage of the superman roller coaster. Trust me, I know the path like the palm of my hand. This time it was different, it had more twisted areas, it was faster than before. Unfortunately, at the most dangerous Point my safe belt broke down! I can’t remember how I got safe and sound. And I think I had another dream but it was at the park so I think that is all together.. So this time I’m with a group of people having dinner, they were interviewing me to see if I could be a good babysitter. I was doing great! The whole family of the kid was there, and they made me feel welcomed. Until I realized they had POWERS! They said “you are the one!” First, the grandpa fainted and he turned into a giant wolf with shiny green eyes, he started to chase us. Then the mother turned into a giant tiger also with green shiny eyes! She started to fight the wolf. It was a close fight, they both gave up and decided to get me. I wanted powers to defend myself. In the end I saw Demi Lovato singing with the crowd.
Okay so I am a girl but lately I have been having a lot of dreams of being a boy. This dream started off with me as my age 15 but of course, I was a boy. I was walking through an apartment building when my friend opened a door and motioned me inside. She told me that I can look around to see if I wanted to live with her. I told her that I would because it was closer to the school. I walked around and noticed this hallway that she has at her actual house and I hate it because it feels really eerie and I don't like standing in it. I told her in the dream that I hate that hallway and that I would sleep on the couch. She yelled at me saying that her apartment wasn't haunted. Then she disappeared and the apartment turned into this really tall skinny house. The first floor was just a kitchen. The front door was wood but the back door was two doors made of glass. From there I could see the house was on a grassy hill and there was a tree near the house, leaning on the side of the hill and its branches shaded the ground beneath the hill. Near the hill was a river and a few trees. All of a sudden, for some reason I was like "I just won a contest!" and I checked my phone and it said I had won 5 free lion embryos. There was a knock at the glass door in front of me and I looked out and saw resting at the tree were five blue small lion cubs. Two of them noticed me and I opened the glass door. They jumped on me and suddenly they turned into a pink box full of liquid and there were two blue embryos inside. I panicked and I dropped the container, the liquid falling onto the ground outside causing the other cubs to notice and start running over. I panicked and shut the door and suddenly the front door opened. There, another friend of mine showed up and she said "Are you ready for the school trip?" And I asked her what trip but she didn't answer and went outside. A boy whose face I couldn't see but he had blonde hair showed up and suddenly we looked about to be maybe 9/10. He asked me if I wanted to play tag and I told him no. He didn't move so I asked him why he wasn't going to play with the other kids who I could see running around near the river. He said that he wanted to stay with me so I said whatever and went outside. Then I ended up on a bridge with him that led down to the bottom of the hill and I stopped walking midway. The kid stopped and he said he had a question. I asked him when he wanted and he asked if I wanted to go out with him. I said "Wait, can I just think about this for a little?" and he just smiled and said okay. Then he took off and played tag with the other kids. It wasn't long before he suddenly fell in the river and he didn't come back out. I thought that I should have said yes. The dream changed again and I was an older male. I had short ginger hair (I have longer ginger hair) and the same skin color, literally everything but I was just gender swapped. I was maybe around 22/23ish since I was at a bar drinking. I had a brown haired guy on my right and a black haired guy with glasses to my left. I kept repeating that I wanted to find a boyfriend but that black haired guy said that I shouldn't be drunk then. I got mad and stumbled outside where there was a large fountain. I looked in and there was a guy sitting in the water with long white hair. At first I thought it was a girl and then he looked up and smiled. "Look at all the pretty fish!" He told me and pointed at all the koi fish swimming around him. The guy looked about 22 too and suddenly the dream changed once more. I was at my grandmas house this time upstairs. A older guy and girl were there arguing. I couldn't tell who they were but the guy looked really mad. He glared at me and took the girl to a room where I tried to look. I found a balloon on the floor and took it and the man told me not to say anything about what I saw (I saw nothing, just the balloon i picked up). I nodded and then I heard footsteps at the stairs and when I saw my dad, I got scared and threw the balloon in a different room. My dad was trying to see what was happening with the two in the other room so I ran downstairs. Downstairs looked like my grandmas old house actually. I sat down on the brown leather chair that was originally from my old house. My sister was looking at me from on the other side of the room, sitting in a brown recliner. There was a glass bottle on the table across from her. She told me that I couldn't flip the bottle and i got mad and told her I could. With my mind I flipped the bottle twice in the air and then sat it down. She got mad and left through a door. The two from the bar showed up and sat next to me, handing a drink that I started to chug. Suddenly, I acted drunk and told them I wanted a boyfriend. My dad came back from downstairs and told me that I wouldn't find anyone drunk. As I stood, another leather couch appeared and laying across it was the white haired guy from earlier. I ran over to him and shouted "Oh my god you are really pretty you should join my team!!" and after that I woke up. Not sure what any of that means but if someone knows please help out!
I was wondering some town and looking at vintage items in various shops (rotary phones, old samsonite luggage, typewriters, etc). I ran into this older woman who saw pointed out that I looked sad. She took me to get ice cream and candy so we could talk about what was on my mind. She was really sweet. She suggested that I needed a change or to do something fun like go on vacation. I decided to take a trip to some island and she agreed to help get me there. I pack up a car of luggage and then decide to just leave and never come back. She asks me if I’m sure and I say yes, then proceeds to drive me to (presumably) the airport. Things keep going wrong on the way there and we have to keep stopping for stuff like flat tired or detoured routes. Regardless, I was still determined to leave. I woke up before I got to my destination.
Morning of November 28, 2018. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,972-04. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score: 56. I am in an unknown residence which my dream self erroneously perceives as my current address as is often the case. I own a big computer printer that also serves as a modem. Much of my current conscious self’s identity is present. I am aware of Zsuzsanna’s presence. I am looking at the Internet, but something happens that causes something to happen to the printer, though I do not perceive it as needing repair by the end of my dream. I may have bumped part of the top. There is a row of several cylindrical containers, horizontally oriented, that resemble oversized cylindrical fuses of about four inches long. They are full of blue liquid. Two of the rightmost ones fall out from where they are connected and spill over the circuitry. Most of the electronics and circuit boards at the bottom are visible. My printer has no cover. Later, I see that an ice-like (or powder-like) residue is covering all of the circuitry. First, I think the printer was damaged by the spill, though I then consider it is part of a process to keep it from overheating. It is likely that the process relates to gamma-aminobutyric acid, the natural form, not medical. The fluid in the containers is also an association with melatonin. As electronic circuity is autosymbolism for the brain and concurrent brain activity, my dream at this point would indicate pulling back on the initiation of consciousness (in relevance to thinking or attempting to read) to sleep longer.
Morning of December 7, 2018. Friday. Dream #: 18,981-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 66. I become vividly aware of being in my brother-in-law Bob’s car in the back seat, on the right side. (This subliminally stems from sleeping on the right side of our bed, though my conscious self’s identity is otherwise absent as I have not been in La Crosse since 1994. My dream self’s location in the back seat implies being in temporary isolation from my reticular activating system’s processing.) It is nighttime. The parked car is in the middle of the east side of Wood Street. (This is scene is erroneous, as Bob would typically only park on Loomis Street near where he lived.) An unknown male is backing up his car, which remains perpendicular, from the other side of the street, towards Bob’s car. Although I think his vehicle might hit hard, as he does not seem to notice Bob’s car, the back of it only bumps the right side near my door. I start yelling at him and leave Bob’s car to go to the front of it. By now, a few other unknown people are present. At least one police officer (a preconscious simulacrum that does not activate) is nearby, but there is not much interaction (due to my level of dream state consciousness in the transition to the next scene). The man remains in his car. I point out to the others how the right front wheel of Bob’s car is now bent, the top at an outward angle. I go over to the left side and see that the left front tire has what resembles a big pile of white cream (or white “clay”) near it that appears as if it had been squeezed out from a short cylindrical protuberance on the tire. (Gamma-aminobutyric acid, or GABA, in its natural form, is rare autosymbolism, yet has appeared in several dreams recently.) I walk back to Loomis Street, into the backyard of the house by way of the alley, and enter the house via the back door. As I walk around, I see that everyone is in bed. I want to tell them about the mishap with the car. The house is dark, and I complain that it is before eight o'clock in asking why everyone is already asleep. One bedroom replaces the porch, with the bed visible beyond the living room’s doorway and long ways to it, but my dream self does not recognize this error. At this point, I am more viably subliminally aware I am in the dream state (as validated by seeing people in bed and the RAS precursor of the previous scene not initiating), which triggers the next stage of the dreaming process. Vestibular system correlation kicks in as usual at this level of dream state consciousness. I am in Southside La Crosse now, near a group of about seven unfamiliar teenagers, both males and females. I easily allow myself to rise in the air and hover for a time, but I also fly around for short distances. Most of the other people are surprised. I tell them that I cannot understand why people walk over a long distance (such as from one side of town to another) when flying is so much easier. The others take turns rising in the air for a short time. From here, an unknown male happily flies with me, including through the service area of a restaurant (caused by subliminal hunger during sleep). I eventually arrive in the parking lot of a shopping mall. However, it also has a vague association with my old middle school in Arcadia. The parking lot (autosymbolism for an inactive body while sleeping) usually comes at a closer emerging consciousness stage than does a porch (in which porch, warehouse, shed or garage, parking lot typically correlates with incremental bands of concurrent consciousness in the waking process). There are a few unknown men who are amazed at how I hover and fly around. They talk about gravity and how I am “defying the laws of gravity.” I tell them that flying is a natural activity and that you only have to allow yourself to rise in the air. They continue to mention gravity as I walk to the other side of the parking lot, near the street, to prepare to fly again. I cheerfully yell back at them, “If gravity existed as you say it does, then the moon would be stuck to the Earth!” My affirmation stems from how the dream self and its imaginary physicality (moon) is not bound by the physical (Earth).
I am in a very big house and I am apparently younger. I am in the room of a teenage girl, full of posters, stickers and colors, lying in the bed next to another girl who apparently is a friend of mine in the dream. There are a couple of other girls sitting by. There's a party going on in the house. There are former classmates from school, college and graduate school. We, the girls in the room, are not participating in the party. We, especially I, are acting like party-poopers, because the party is going increasingly wild. When I open the door I see drunk people smashing things around the house. I am very mad at all of them. A guy approaches me and try to convince me to have fun, but I say no way, and I criticize them for all the damage they are doing. "That's no way to have fun" I say. I hear loud noises coming also from outside the house. I look into the window and it looks like we are 30 floors away from the ground. I see a beautiful landscape full of green, like there's a park down below. There's a pre-school closeby. It looks like the party assistants have provoked some damage in the pre-school, so the kids, guided by their teacher, are coming our way. I hear the voice of the teacher saying "you are going to regret this! Attack, kids!". The kids are flying kites and with the command of the teacher, they start some kind of maneuver. The kites throw some kind of ammo towards the party members since most of them are outside now. I leave the room and start walking around the house. It has many rooms. Turns out it's my boss's house. I meet my boss and his wife. They are very critical towards the attitude of the people who wrecked their house, and my boss's wife says that of course I didn't participate in all of that since I am a very sensible person. My boss starts a tour of the house, that practically looks like a labyrinth. In the extreme there are too huge rooms destinated for service staff. There's a woman, a coworker, sleeping in one of the rooms in a queen size bed. When we get into her room, she picks her stuff and goes to the next room. My boss continues his tour like nothing happened, talking about the things he want to fix and install. At some point of my dream, I don't remember when and why, I appear in a big fancy organic supermarket. They have huge shelves with exotic fruits and vegetables and expensive food. I am sitting by a neat little table taking a cup of coffee with the dean of my graduate school. She talks about a classmate that would be cooking our food, but she says that she had expectations of me preparring the food since she knows that it would turn out better. Then I appear again at my boss house cooking with expertise while his wife looks forward for the meal I am going to prepare.
I was on a trip with some family and friends and people I didn't know. I say 'I,' but in a lot of my dreams, I'm not me. In this, I was actually a young woman. We were in some kind of coach in a northern country. There was snow everywhere and we were driving over ice. Suddenly the ice cracked, and we fell hundreds of feet into this underground cavern. Throughout the dream I kept hearing this voice. It started as less than a whisper at first saying, 'say my name.' A lot of people died in the fall, and the remainder of us set off to try and find a way out. There were a lot of what I could only call traps in the caves, and people kept dying to them. Abandoned pieces of machinery down there would suddenly start working and go for people. It quickly became apparent we weren't alone down there. Out of some of the mineshafts were coming tentacles which were grabbing people. My and some of the people I am closer to in real life could see a way out when suddenly something comes out of the shadows and grabs them all. I was terrified. I made a run to the pipe where I could see the light of the outside world. I got in it when suddenly it collapsed and I was falling again. But further this time. I landed in the monsters lair. I was underwater, it was green and murky and I felt so confined. I tried to look around me, but all I saw were tentacles. That's when I realised, I wasn't looking at the monster, I was the monster. I felt trapped in this giant thing's body. It felt like I was drowning. The more I thrashed, the more it beat against the walls. I just needed to escape. I could feel myself being flung through the tunnels, up and up and up when suddenly I came to the surface and felt the biggest feeling of relief. For only a moment though. We emerged in a city by a lake. The town was in ruin. It looked like the end of the world. The voice in my head said 'look what your race has done'. I stepped out into the lake, and the voice screamed 'SAY MY NAME!' I found myself saying 'Cthulhu' and then it was like I came out of my (or at least the woman's who I was in the dream's) body. I had solid black eyes, and it looked like something was moving under my skin. I raised my hand, and suddenly a massive jet of water came streaming out. Then the dream ended. I don't know why Cthulhu of all things would be in my dreams like this. I'm not a Lovecraft fan and have never read any of his books although I am familiar with the mythos. Maybe I will have to now.
I dreamed that my father and mother was lying in a bathtub with head under Water. I want to get them out of the water. They have closed eyes, and then a picture of my mother rises from her body. The Picture is transparent, but she is alive, she smiles and is happy.