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Dream Journal #20, May 23rd, 2011

I don’t remember much of my dreams.. all I know is that they were very vivid. Also took 100mg of Vitamin B6. I remember me and alvin playing some type of weird game… don’t remember what. My brother also had kdd’s phone for some reason. I come outside and I hear kdd say “make some ribs!” to my mom, and ask if it’s her birthday. She says no it already passed and kdd says “oh happy belated birthday!” I go into the bathroom and I pee, then i wake up (thank God i didn’t pee my bed).

After WBTB:

don’t remember any dreams it was a long weekend, so i’m not that disappointed.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

May 22, '11: I am in the side yard/woods of my parents' house. I see two or three large crane-like birds that are blue. I call them "harper birds." All but one flies away.
I sneak through the woods, back to the house. I have to be careful because I know there is a large dangerous animal that wants to catch me.

There is a very big lion/tiger statue made of scrap metal. It comes to life and runs after me.
I am ready for it, and I shoot it with imaginary arrows, in the face and many times in the body until it falls and stays down.
I believe the animal had been hunting me in a previous dream.
It changes so that its head looks like a cardboard skull of a large wild cat. I hit it and ask it a question like "What is the enemy of my enemy?" It doesn't answer so I ask it again more sternly.

It answers by saying "Will you learn to trust (follow?) the wind?"
The animal thing turns into a dying person (genderless?) I am somewhat lucid. I kneel down, holding the person in my arms. I say "I have to go home (wake up)."
It says "I'm going home too," and it implies that we are going to the same place, or will eventually.
I say "Will we meet again?"
It says no, but seems uncertain.
I say "goodbye" as I wake up.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

May 22, 2011: A woman and a young guy (18 or 19) are in a car with 17th or 18th century style chairs, and no roof. The woman gets out and goes to the door of a large building.
They are both like characters from the Matrix, in attitude and appearance. They are wearing long coats.
The Boy thinks he knows everything, but is wrong. He thinks a man loves the woman, but the person is actually a woman. The boy has chocolate on his mouth as he talks in a serious tone.

A corner of the building, near the door, looks like the walls are made of human skin and painted over. The woman lifts the thin walls, they were just lightly glued together. She says the wall is full of guns, or weapons.
Inside, there is a secret room, where experiments or some secret activities are done.

Now I am part of the action, not just observing. I hear someone say there is a new species.
Suddenly, an alien monster appears, although I don't see it. I run and jump on top of a wall. The creature sees me and runs very fast towards me. I shoot at it but the bullets are useless. It jumps at.

I yell out "Stop! Pause!" and the creature stops in mid-air. I have no idea what to do. I say "I guess I just... get killed." Then the creature gets me and i wake up.

So I really want to get back in the hang of things.

I slept for a really long time and have a bit of recall, but not much.

I think I'm back in uni and I'm climbing a building to it's very top. I somehow end up in Felix's room, which is very wide and gray, and well protected. It doesn't seem to have nay door, just a small attic-like entrance on the carpeted floor. It's pretty high up. I walk around, I get a little anxious that Felix might come up here and find me and think I went here intentionally. But then I'm like, no way. Lo and behold, the attic door starts moving, and I see his hands making their way up. I get really panicked and wonder how the hell am I going to explain myself. I make it obvious I'm in there and he stops moving and is like..uhmmmmm..who is this? So I tell him..hehe..it's Rabia..I didn't realize this was your room. I make up some lame excuse and he accepts it with ease. Funny he is not freaked out that I'm in his room. Before he even gets up there, I'm already talking regularly as if nothing happened.

There was another dream I can't remember much in which I spoke to him for a really long time, and discovered that he was actually a really dull person. I remember waking up kind of panicked, and feeling relieved it was just a dream. It was a bad dream, all right.

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I'm dreaming something boring about stuff to do and timetables to match. At some point i'm bored, and i even know it's a dream, but "something" keeps telling me i must continue the dream as it is.
I'm really bored so i let the story down and take control of the dream. I find myself in a different landscape. i'm standing on a country road with a luxuriant hedge on the side. Now the "something" that was keeping me from taking the dream, has become a solid voice, trying to persuade me that with this dream i'm supposed to do something else - materialize a story about a class and a lesson.
I reject the interference, because i feel that what i really need now is to stay there, watch the leaves, perceive this place, which concreteness has nothing to do with the poor visualization i would create following the voice's instructions.
So I do my best to ignore the disturber and to just be there.

now, i've the vaguest memory of me actually facing someone, even pulling out the little finger (memory of reading "art of dreaming") - but i'm not really sure it's from this one dream or from a previous one which i forgot. be it this dream or another, the target was most likely the same anyway - felt like the sticky kind.

kinda brings back memories

I had a really vivid dream that i was a native American with a white feather on top, no shirt, muscular torso, tanned, beaded hair, and leather pants. It was like a really stereotypical look, and I was in this land where there where these weird hay bundles. What made them so weird is they where thick and looked like statues that tied them together. They where below this beautiful canyon with golden brown soft dirt and there where pretty patterns on the canyon walls. The canyon looked like this. The dog thingy is what I saw all over the canyon, only they where 3D.



I twas really pretty and I think I was on a spiritual journey. Really loved it.

23.05.2011

The Hero's Nature (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I started by talking to a princess. Both of us were walking through grass on the side of a short hill. I was to escort the princess, whom I had rescued on a number of occasions, to a station where she was either taking a bus or a train or something far away. She asked me why I kept saving her, and why I risked my life and everything I had to save those in need. I told her that it was just in my nature to do so. We had come to a swampy area, so i placed a large leaf on the water and told her to get on. She did, and then we proceeded to paddle across the water. I explained to her that in the hero's mind it doesn't matter what is at stake. When there someone in need or something needs to be done in the name of justice, the hero will drop everything and save that person or do something, not because he wishes to attain anything for himself, but simply because it needs to be done for the sake of peace or for the sake of one's life. Its not something that can be explained, its just an automatic response by the hero. It just in his nature. We came to the end of the swamp and before us stood a large tree. We climbed up and sat in the tree for a while. The princess reminded me of a time in which she needed to be saved from a large tree, and that i had battled all the evil forces that bound her and triumphed. I had then climbed branch by branch up the tree and rescued her. She then stopped and looked at me while I recalled the event and we stared at each other for a minute. I could tell what she was thinking. She was looking at me with such admiration and wonder. She didn't know why I did the things I did for other people, or why I put my life in danger for a noble cause. I thought to myself that there wasn't any real reason for it. I simply did something because i could do something. She then leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss. I felt elated and brought to life and for a moment we both forgot about everything that was going on around us. What we had been through, what we still needed to go through. I was in bliss until the dream started to fade and the morning light set back in.
The dream seems to describe a prolouge to an epic advernture. I am the hero and there is a princess. The princess represents peace and harmony in all things that are. The peace and harmony asks me why i do what i do. This is the equivalent of me asking myself why i should be brave and why i should strive for greatness and nobility. I answer to the princess that it is simply in my nature. I tell myself that there isn't any cosmic reason for trying to do good and succeed. I should be the best who i can be because i can. The journey through the field and the swamp is like the journey through my mind. The tree at the end is a place deep within the recesses of my being where only i can go. It is there that peace and harmony thank me for being a good person and continuing to try. I find peace with this dream. I dreamt this only to remind me that I am indeed a good person and that i should continue to be.

I didn't post Friday or Saturday's dreams. Not because I was lazy. Not because I couldn't remember them. They're just personal and I would rather people not read them. Alrighty. Unfortunately, last night was just snippets of images. I don't remember very much. Oh, and my chocolate dream sign emerged again.


Sleep. I am at my cottage, and when I open the door to go outside, I startle the birds who have made nests in the corners of the awnings.

I am on a city bus going from my highschool to the local mall. For some reason, I need to switch buses even though I only need to on Tuesdays. The bus I am on is closer to a coach bus instead of a city bus, and I tell the bus driver that the bus is fancier than I expected. She ignores me. When the bus gets to the mall, I get off and head towards the Tim Horton's, which has set up a bake-sale on the sidewalk just outside. I have a bad feeling about the price of the muffins, but I decide to buy one anyway. I'm about to purchase a banana-nut muffin when I see the chocolate muffins. I take one of those instead and go to the cash register. According to that, the muffin is $2.95 including tax. I am shocked at the increase in price, and the cashier apologizes. I am opening my change purse, and I happen to have three loonies in there (even though I normally have less than $2.00 at a time). Just as I am about to pay, that snippet fades. Wake.

Dream 1:
My brother attached his head to a giant worm so I could play 8 string guitar on Guitar Hero.

Dream 2: I was walking down the street, and I somehow gravitated towards this guy, and he got mad at me. So I told him off. Later, he came at me with a meat cleaver. I dispatched him with his own weapon (not before being wounded rather grievously in the arm). A guy with a hack-saw came in and started attacking me. The dream ended there

I was on my high school field with all my best friends. We were on these huge pillars and and We were fighting to get to this other guy. The first few fights were easy until We fought these 2 tough guys. We finally beat them after a long battle where We got injured badly. We looked up and saw the guy We were looking for. He told us that we needed to get stronger in order to survive. Then my b popped up and said that he left the sour worms in my cupboard, because he doesn't want them he just wants the orange juice :/

I was at my junior school and there were many security guards. There were gunshots and when everyone went to check it out they found a dead security guard. It was my job in the dream to find out who did it. It took me ages but I finally figured out that it was an inside job. After I found this out everyone started looking for the culprit. Eventually the bad people came out and told us that they will come back later. T came out from the building and he started talking to me. The dream then faded.

I am at my mothers house and I am making some white paste in a long bowl which is very low. My mother enters the room and she looks extremely old, she sits on the bed and strokes this random cat. A friend of mine walks in with his own bowl of paste. I lick some of my paste off my finger. He then shouts at me and tells me you are not supposed to eat the paste, you supposed to lick it. My mother gets up and leaves the room.

I waking around my junior school on the way to my classroom when some grade 12 people started taunting me and making jokes about me, they kept asking me random questions but ignored them and carried on walking to my classroom.

I waking around my junior school on the way to my classroom when some grade 12 people started taunting me and making jokes about me, they kept asking me random questions but ignored them and carried on walking to my classroom.