cydonia1978

Another one of my Disneyland dreams. I'm annoyed with my subconscious. I want to go back to Disneyland so badly IRL that I keep having these dreams. And as fun as they are, they're never as good as the real place. Sigh. Anyway, where to start today? I think the earliest memory I have is that there was something going on that the Haunted Mansion wasn't open at the moment. First off, the whole place felt more like a big county fair (or what I imagine a county fair would be like.. We don't have those in BC) rather than the real Disneyland. It certainly didn't look like Disneyland at all, and I only knew it to be DL because I had the sense that it was.. And there were certain "attractions" that I knew to be DL attractions, even if they barely looked like the real thing.

So yeah, the Haunted Mansion was actually more like a big stage show and it was currently closed for another stage show - some kind of musical act. It reminded me of Delhi to Dublin (*great group IRL, look them up!), but I didn't actually see them perform in the dream so I don't know if really was them. R and I were there together and I was thinking about getting souvenirs. I was also wondering when we had to leave. I figured we'd already been there two days or so, and we had another full day after this day before we had to go home. That made me very happy and I hoped we would spend as much time at the park as we could before leaving.

I remember wandering around looking for special souvenirs. I already had the classics that I wanted (IRL I have these): Mickey & Minnie stuffed toys, a shirt, a mug, mouse-ear hats... So I wasn't sure what else I really wanted to buy, I just knew I wanted something from this trip.

I didn't actually get to buying anything. At some point we ended up back at our hotel. Except now it wasn't just us. There was a group of us and we were trying to coordinate what we were doing. I don't know how many people there were and I don't know if they were all our IRL friends or what. I don't remember that part. All I know is I was getting annoyed because there were suggestions of other things besides going back to Disneyland (IRL I wouldn't have been that weird about it.. I do like doing other things in California!!). At one point I went into a bedroom and there was a little baby boy laying in the bed. He was maybe 6-8 months old, I don't know. He was happy enough, comfy and safe. He didn't look "normal", though. He didn't necessarily look handicapped but he didn't look normal either.

The next thing I remember is we were arriving back at the hotel again and now we were being told we had been moved to other rooms. There were too many of us in this one room and also, it had been booked by someone else and we were extending our stay so we had to move. There was a lot of stuff to move (for some reason it was almost like we had been living there), so we were annoyed with having to move. I don't remember much about the actual moving itself.

Another time shift and now I was alone in a room, packing a daypack. I always loved making sure I had all the essentials in one bag when going to a place like Disneyland. I was alone, everyone else was off doing stuff. I had a vague memory of a restaurant. R was also off.. I got the feeling like he was at work or just otherwise busy and wouldn't be back until later. I suddenly realized, why was I bothering to wait around here for him? I should just go to Disneyland on my own and kill time until he could join me. Why not?

I got prepared to leave. I was hungry, and found a sandwich in my daypack that had been saved from the restaurant we'd been at earlier (as per the vague memory of it). That made me happy, though I don't remember eating it. I headed out to go to DL, thinking about how it was sometimes fun to go to a place like that on your own and be free to go anywhere without asking anyone else what they felt like doing.

I don't remember actually getting there though. Next thing I remember is heading there with R and saying we should enter through one of the "back" entrances, for a different view. IRL there are no "back" entrances to Disneyland but in previous dreams I've had there was one Disneyland dream where we found other ways to enter the park besides the front. So I was remembering that in this dream and wanting to go that way again.

And that's it. I don't remember anything else. I woke up multiple times during all this, so although I'm writing it as one dream it was actually more like 7 separate dream times. Can you tell it's my "weekend"? I was in bed from midnight to 11am. Gotta love having the time to dream like that!! No lucid, though. I did try... Every time I woke up I went back to sleep with the thought of lucid dreaming, but no go. I also attempted the WILD technique, but I was too sleepy all around and fell asleep before dreaming. Too bad, since I slipped into dreams almost as soon as my body fell asleep, so it was probably a pretty good start to the WILD technique.

I keep getting glimpses of something to do with shopping or being at a mall, but I can't remember any details past that.

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R & I were putting on our shoes getting ready to leave. Not sure where we were. I got the feeling of a basement suite or something (we live in a condo IRL). Suddenly a guy enters who we know (not IRL, no clue who he was). He's very tall and looks like he's in a lot of pain. We ask what happened and he tells us that he and some others had entered a field to cross it, not realizing that it had been marked off for a game and that opposing teams were throwing things at each other. He'd gotten hit in the groin with an apple. The others had managed to duck and avoid being hit.

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I'm walking down the street in the old part of town with AG. There's some kind of festival going on and lots of people around and tents with sellers. It doesn't look like the festival we have every year IRL, but close. We pause at the large window of a store that IRL is a bookstore. In the dream it was some kind of antique or junk store. A was fascinated by one of the displays in the window. All I can remember seeing there were some big plastic watches. One of them was off the display slightly, having fallen.

We notice that a large part of the glass is gone (the window itself is from about a foot off the ground to maybe 5 or 6 feet high). A decides to help out by reaching in and putting the fallen watch back on the display. He does so, but we hear a grumpy voice from the back of the shop yelling at him to get out because they're closed.

A brief pause passes and then I'm with W now, not AG. We're still at the same shop. For some reason we are now carefully entering the store through the open window. We kind of half-climb, half-fly in. We just want to look around and for some reason it seems fine to do this. We stay close to the front window, looking at some more junky things that are on display. Suddenly the grumpy voice comes again, angrier now, telling us to get out of his store. I am closer to the window and I immediately fly out. In order to do this without breaking anything, I have to grab a blue glass vase that's in my way. Panicked, I'm still holding onto it as I fly about a block and a half away and hover there, looking for W.

W is larger and clumsier than I am. He has a harder time just jumping out the window into flight. As he struggles to escape the store owner is getting closer and ranting on. I'm frustrated at him because we weren't doing anything harmful to the store owner. Angry, I throw the vase down on the ground to shatter it. W is upset at me for that one because now he thinks the shop owner is going to try to blame him for that and charge him for theft/vandalism.

Things fade slightly at that point, then I wake up with a bad cough.

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It's too bad that flying rarely works as a trigger to let me know that I'm dreaming. It used to, when I was younger. Now it's just such a "normal" thing for me in the dream world, my subconscious isn't too surprised by it. Rarely it still works as a reminder that I'm dreaming, but often I "know" I'm dreaming and still just go along with it without any thought of going lucid, despite how I try to train myself to do that. Ah well. I guess I need a different dream trigger. lol! And reality checks don't really work well for me. I can barely remember to do them while awake, let alone while sleeping. I don't have a good memory for things like that.

This one is hard to remember. I remember clearly the middle, and vaguely the surrounding.

We had a new manager at work (no clue what his name was) and he was talking to myself and another manager, AF. This new manager had no qualms about talking about the fact that he wasn't the same as the rest of the humans who lived here on this planet. The concept was expressed as a number of "steps" beyond the regular, on a scale. He showed the scale (it was like a -5, -4, -3, -2, -1, 0, 1, 2.. etc type thing) and indicated he was from "6". I knew this meant he was advanced and from a distant world. AF said he was from "3", which was also advanced.

I smiled at them and said I always found it amazing how humans never wanted to talk about things that were different from normal topics. They didn't want to talk about how we were from elsewhere, they didn't want to know and couldn't understand. If they'd heard us, we'd be ridiculed. I looked at the scale, grinned, and pointed out that I was from -5. They were amazed. I said, "Yup. Very ancient. Old."

It made perfect sense at the time and felt very familiar, though I'm not sure how to express it in words now. The feeling was that while these two were advanced souls, I was a very old soul. They viewed this reveal as something amazing, something powerful. It was important to know. They were from alternate "heres", advanced and moved backwards. I was from ancient times in another place, not here, but choosing to come here.

(It's not the first time I've had a dream telling me I'm an old soul.)

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Next, my memory begins with me seeing my friends BM and S walking through the hallway of S's new apartment, coming back from the indoor pool. As I saw them I thought it would be nice to go swimming. At that point, B wasn't there anymore and S was heading back to the pool, but she hadn't invited me (maybe she hadn't seen me). I decided to follow her.

Since the weather was so hot out, the pool was being used by many residents. People of all ages were going in and out of the pool area, some fully dressed and some in swimwear. I became aware that S had gone into a change room. I wasn't sure if I was allowed, so I didn't bother to go to a change room yet. I'd wait for S and ask.

I did enter the pool area though and looked around at all the people hanging out there and swimming. It wasn't as large as a public pool, but it was larger than the dinky little indoor pool R and I had recently seen at our hotel in Victoria. It was a decent size.

S came out of the change room and walked to the far side of the pool. I followed but as I did I saw what she was going towards. T (a friend of mine from work who S doesn't actually know IRL*) was over there, fully dressed, legs in the pool and chatting with people. For some reason, this was a bad thing. S got angry with T and I noticed someone who I immediately knew was the landlady of the building (even though I've never seen her IRL) was also there, not happy. She was threatening S (with what, I don't know) and chasing the two of them out of the pool area.

I caught up with them on the way out, trying to understand what was wrong and calm them down. Once we were out of the pool area S was gone and it was just T and I. I was trying to make T feel better (she felt bad about getting S upset) as we entered an elevator.

As we got in the elevator either someone else was already in it, or they walked in right after us. I can't remember much about what he looked like, but he was tall and well-built. T recognized him immediately. I can't remember exactly what was said at this point, but the jist was that she was seeing him as someone famous. He was quiet and just smiled at her but as we reached his floor and he got off he said something to her that was a direct quote from whatever fame he had. Then the door closed. She was thrilled and I told her I couldn't believe she'd said that to him. I said he likely just said that to humor her, but then when we got off on our floor there was someone else there who was associated to the famous person T thought the other guy was, and somehow it was clear that he really was this guy (so that other guy was likely really the famous person as well). At this point I really don't remember what type of "fame" they had. It didn't seem like "performer". It seemed kind of like super-hero somehow.

Things started to fade out then. I know there was more, but I wasn't fully aware of it before waking up to my alarm. I have vague glimpses of "safety", "rescue", "help", "search"... But I really can't put them together enough. I also get the sense that these glimpses are from a forgotten dream had prior to this one, but that the ones doing the "rescuing" in that one are the ones who become these two famous guys in this one. Fun!

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*IRL = In Real Life