Jamie 1 Just a flash of sitting with her in a movie theater. Jamie 2 Just a vague dream of being in her house with her mother or something. Recall has been really bad these past few days. Just dreaming about random scenarios that I really don't care about. Threat I'm in some community hall or something. Some East Indian guy goes up to me in the lobby and touches my chest. He says, "I'm going to kill you." And walks away. I say to other people in the crowded lobby. " Did you hear that?" As if I expect them to do something. They all last me like they don't get involved? Maybe it's a guy who has a crush on Jamie? Weird I was in my old town in BC . I was looking for my girlfriend but she was blond in the dream. Wound up in some store with two blond women who were trying to sell me stolen blankets or something. They were going to frame me for theft if I didn't pay for them. So I pulled out a knife and cut one the blankets to shreds. Both girls left and the store owner and some staff were questioning me about the thieves. They started talking about cameras in the store. I realized they would see me on camera destroying one of the blankets. So, I left as well.
Morning of November 26, 2018. Monday. Dreams #: 18,970-4, 18,970-3, and 18,970-2. Reading time: 1 min 45 sec. Readability score: 74. This entry contains content from three dreams. It is nighttime. I am living in La Crosse in an unknown part of town. It is freezing outside. I am aware of Marilyn (half-sister on my mother’s side), but I do not recall that she had died in 2014. She appears as she was in the 1960s. There is no factor of my conscious self identity present (other than my subliminal awareness of being asleep as evidenced by putting blankets around me) and no memory of ever having lived in Australia. (The non-lucid dream self, contrary to popular misconception, lacks viable contact with the unconscious mind.) I am uncertain of the living arrangement, but I am going for a long walk (without knowing the backstory). I make several attempts to wrap two blankets around my winter clothes but cannot cover all of my neck. One is the plaid one familiar to me in real life and which I presently have in my computer room. (I did have it over my shoulders when it was cold.) I go back into the unknown house (though familiar to my dream self) at least once. I can see my breath when I am walking outside. Although I have one blanket around my shoulders like a cape, I try to wrap the other one over the front of my body with less success. That dream was caused by being overheated before waking. In another dream, I see an outer view of the Starship Enterprise (in outer space), looking at it from the front. Soon, I see three Apollo astronauts coming out of a square trapdoor opening at the top of the saucer section, near the front. Their size is far too big to match the scale of the spaceship. Logically, they could not have come from the space inferred. There is only room for them to stand atop the saucer section. I am semi-lucid at this point. In my final dream, I am feeling too hot, and I am wholly aware of being in the dream state. At this point, I decide to wake. Trying to wake up is a bit slow. To do this, I absentmindedly become part cat. I have a cat’s tail and paws for hands, but a mostly human body. I try to climb a wall that represents achieving full consciousness, but instead, my legs and arms rapidly move in place with no results. At this point, I am virtually incorporeal but watching my other dream self still trying to climb the wall as part cat, part man in an exaggerated flurry of illusory physical movement, and I wake from here.
I am in a nice house walking upstairs as I see my brother eating while watching television on the floor. He seems to be having a good time as I continue waling up the stairs. In till I had this feeling that someone was planning on breaking in to the house. I could see pass the curtains of the window near the front door of a silhouette of a man walking near the door with a rifle in his hands. I give my brother the danger eye stare and he immediately lock all the doors. I could see people running outside in a panic. My mother and brother both hid somewhere in the house which this place was rather large. Once I felt everything was secured and lock, I went upstairs only to see my father trying to open the back door. I open the door and tell him to come back another time. I informed him that we are currently having another person break in. He understands and quickly leaves as I try to find my hiding spot. This house is odd, so many stairs leading to different directions and higher levels in the house. After roaming for about 30 seconds I find a spot that seems good enough to hide in. I grabbed all the blankets I could find to cover myself in it to disguise any trace of a human being. I then remained as quiet as I humanely could and made sure my breathing could not be heard. After 13 minutes go by, I began wondering if he had left the house or if my brother and mom were ok. I eventually fell asleep in the dream and woke up in the same spot. I began taking the blankets off me to my horror the man with the rifle and now a hand gun opens the door. He looks at me and says now I will finally get what I deserve. I rub my eyes and tell him and groggly voice to just hold on. And to think about what he is doing as I try to get to my feet. He tosses the gun at me to my confusion and tells me to stay calm and still. I look at him as I drop the gun to the floor. I got a good chance to see his appearance, he had light redish skin, long yellow hair and was wearing a red suit with a fedora on his head. He also appeared to have elf like ears with blood shot eyes. He proceeded to grab a match and light something around in the hopes that I would be burned alive. I quickly began to ran out the room. He begins to use one his powers I suppose , his hands started bleeding on command and using his blood who could attempt to control my every movement. I could feel the effects of his ability but for some reason it was not working on me. I continue to go up the stairs as I hear him shouting for my death. I tell him he will be the one to die as the place starts being envelop in flames. I see an elavator but realize that would take too long. I hear him coming so I take the stairs but only to find it's not stairs but another room. I become lucid and try to enter inside a painting as a good hiding place. It's no good I can't enter inside it. I continue to run as he has finally caught up to me. Releasing several bullets from his hand gun. I held my hand up to try to stop the bullets with dream control. It didn't work, as I knew the moment one the bullets were about to hit me. I woke up.
Morning of May 4, 2016. Wednesday. There are warnings about the “great white wolf” but over time, it is understood that the term relates more (in a very unlikely sense) to aggressive man-eating sea creatures in icy water, including dolphins, penguins, and seals, which supposedly become more aggressive during the more extreme winter. There are areas where parts of the ocean are frozen over near shore. It seems unusual that people use the word “wolf” to refer to winter as well as animals that are not wolves or even wolf-like (no actual wolves are ever present). I am aware of a thick cluster of sea creatures, so close together that it seems they cannot move around much but still somehow are a danger for people who swim. (This makes little sense as who would swim in icy water in the first place?) I seem to be a member of a team making a documentary or special news report. I am in an unfamiliar town that may be in or near Alaska or Canada. An unknown male is throwing numerous cardboard boxes of various sizes into his open convertible (an odd choice for such cold weather). These boxes are supposedly filled with extra supplies to help get him through the winter. Not only does the idea of driving around in a convertible during a harsh winter seem illogical, the cardboard boxes fill the entire vehicle including the driver’s seat area. Still, I do not question how he is going to drive home as such. I get the strong inclination to ask him more questions as a “real” reporter would, even things which would be very obvious. I ask him if he is going to stuff blankets or at least cloth around the doors and windows to keep out the cold air. His response is “yes”. I ask him what sort of material he uses for blankets and to stuff around the windows and doors and he replies “hessian”. “Really? Hessian?” I say, for the benefit of anyone watching the broadcast. The idea of using hessian for blankets (which I would think to be very uncomfortable and possibly not very warm) during a harsh winter seems so odd and unlikely to me that it causes me to shift consciousness and wake up. Dream state indicators (in this case blankets and bedding) appearing near the end of a dream is a common event. It is not symbolic, but a literal factor of subliminal memory of having fallen asleep. Cars in a scenario such as this often symbolize the physical body and its status (or sometimes the dynamics of a bed in relationship to the body depending on the stage of sleep and other dream content). A convertible with the top down suggests I do not have or want blankets over my body, as this has been validated regarding a few other dreams. This was the case with this dream as well. The RAS mediation at the beginning, still linked to dream state induction (water), though with aggressive animals (though not a direct threat), inherently to prevent me from going back deeper into sleep, did not work so well, thus the preconscious makes a more passive appearance signifying his eventual leave-taking of the dream state, trying to bring my focus on blankets to remind me I am actually asleep and to realize my body is too warm.
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I opened a door and was outside, on a road that seemed to go on forever, with a never-ending field on both sides. i started walking up the road. (for some reason i felt like i started in south Carolina and was heading north up the east coast, and this was some kind of doorway that was a shortcut, with only this one road). As i was walking i noticed that to my right was a door, just standing alone..with flowers and vines growing up around it, and a wooden sign above that (in either a different language or an unfamiliar word) named the name of a beach. I went to the door and went in, and was at a beach, but something was not right about it, and i turned back and went through the door again and continued up the road. I saw another door, with another name of a beach, and went in, and again, for some reason i didn't like it. This continued through many doors, always to the right, with vines growing up around the door, and a wooden sign above with the name of a beach. Either the air was too cold, or the water was too high, or the land was too swamp-like, but i never liked any of the beaches and continued up the road till i saw a door with a sign that read "ocean city". I was excited because i have been to ocean city and i thought that it would be good to be somewhere that I am familiar with. i went in, but was somehow in a building that was similar to a hotel, no decorations or anything, but many rooms and hallways. And people were all around, walking this way and that, and there were kids dressing up for pageants. I wanted to go back to the road, but the people found me in the building and wanted me to exit the building. I was upset because if i left the building i couldn't go back to where i came form, and wouldn't know where i was. A women in maybe her 30-40s saw me. She had short curly brown hair, and she wanted to help me find the door to the road. She took me to a room, and through the room was another small room, and in that room was the door. It was four feet tall, and painted red, with red trim, and flowers were planted in flowerpots on each side and vines grow up around the door. The women handed me three of my blankets, a sheet ans two throws (ones i own in real life)_ and exited the room. I opened the door and went in/out to the road. I was happy that i could finally go back to where i came from, and i started walking. for some reason i remembered that i could fly./ I saw how beautiful the road was and the field that was around it, and remembered how awesome it is and how good it feels to be flying in such sunny weather. I had my blankets though, and i couldn't fly with them.. so i tried to throw them up and jump, letting the blankets land on my back, so i could fly..but the blankets weighed me down.. i decided that unfortunately i could not fly because i had to take the blankets home, so i would have to walk. Then i woke.
Wednesday April 24, 12. 11:15pm 6am Jess had her baby and I wanted to give her a blanket, and I figured since I was in town I might has well get my pillow and blanket lining fixed. I told jess I was going to get my blanket fixed and then I’d be over. She was fine with it, so I brought my blanket and pillow to the sewing shop. They looked at it and grabbed the pillow, I watched the sewing machine do all the work. When it was done I liked what I saw. Then they started on the blanket, it took a lot longer. I was very happy with the finished result. I was off to give jess the blanket.-End Dream- Second Dream- I had all my homework done and I was off to college. I got to my English class and the classroom was rearranged. Some of the table and chairs were on the ceiling and some were turned away from the front of the class. I thought it was a little weird and wondered why they set the room up like this; it will make it harder to learn. The teacher was talking, but I couldn’t understand her and I was spacing off here and there. She asked me something, but I didn’t hear her. She asked me again and I told her I couldn’t understand her, she got mad at me so I handed her one of my essays. That made her happy. Then she asked me another question and I still had no idea what she said so I just handed her another essay, then she became extremely happy. Everything stared to become blurry my eyes started to hurt, I couldn’t see. Everything started to darken and just before I blacked out, I fell to the floor. –End Dream- Thoughts- my dreams are becoming more colorful and vibrant, i am remembering more and i'm starting to notice weird things. BOOYAH!
NORMAL DREAM - Please forgive the cap on almost every word, my computer did it and will take a long time to undo I was in my Dads houses Bathroom Where I Brushed My Teeth with Toothpaste That I noticed Contains Sodium Fluoride Then the scene Changed To At my Mums house and It Was Dark and the Cats Were About and one was sitting on a cupboard. I had to help my sisters get Into the Attic. I Had to Let Light into the House without letting light Get outside by Putting Blankets Up. I Also Has To Pull a Bed Sheet around a certain entire house Then Take It Back to Our House, the bed sheet was huge and orange. Then One Time I Went Around The Wrong House And There Was Barbed Wire Over The Floor And This Child Came And Stood On The Wires And Complained About Something. I Took Him off The Floor, I also Took A Piece of Wire and Went to the Gym. I Went Through The Double Doors And Talked To People I Met At Enrolment Day. We Walked Down By a River (which looked quite calm but not dry) and I Finally Decided to Discard It (the barbed wire). As It Will "Do More Harm Than Good". But I Did Not Want It To Ping Back So I Looped It Into A Fence And Told Nobody To Get It. Then We Were On A Rollercoaster By The River And I Kept Looking Into The River, there was grass growing in the river and around it. Then We Went up Big Hills (on the rollercoaster) Then arrived At a flat Platform Were We Played a rhythmic Clapping Game. To See If Clapping At The Same Time Would Do Something To The Track And Kart. We Then Went To This Other Rollercoaster Which Was Further Away But When We Went On It, Appeared To Be In The Same Place. But It Had No Bumps and At the End and Had A Different Game. The Rollercoaster Fell Off The Track Twice. Went Back And Forth. We Then Got Given Cards like a thank you card at The End with Drawings Inside as gifts/certificates. One Got A Picture Of A Fat Man. Some Others Seemed Upset By Theirs. One Guy Got A Great Shaded Drawing And He Appeared To Have Others Just Like It But Two People Fishing As The First. We Were Then On Some Staircase Where The Rollercoaster Man Gave Me A Card After Me Just Talking About The Other Rollercoaster. He Thought I Was Complaining. The Card Was a Picture of a Person Crying and something along the Lines Of, “I Liked the Fairy Ride Better” written on the card. The quote was meant to be insulting. I Saw A Guy Crying And He Said To This Other Person He Got About 3 Stars, 7 A Stars And a U. Then I Looked up and the Setting Changed Into my brothers Bedroom at my mother’s house, Two French teachers were in my brothers bed Marking English Coursework. When I Got My Report I Planned Not To Read It Until A Later Time. Then one of the teachers took something from the Bedpost Where It Said the Number38 in a Ball Type Font, She Then Said 38 As If It Was Significant. _________________________________________________ INTERPRETATION - (from the internet (Dreammoods) and might not be accurate ) Brushing teeth - "Your struggles and your aggressiveness. You need to look out for yourself and your own interest. Perhaps, you feel that your position is shaky." Blanket + House - Adding security to self, or covering up true self. Roller coaster - Ups and downs
Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake] I'm standing just outside the window of a cream-colored building, looking up and into the building through the window. There is a sort of rectangular tower or column inside the building, wide enough for the name of the building to be displayed at the top in tall, narrow, bright teal letters made of molded metal. [The font is Times New Roman, or something like it.] I'm controlling what letters appear there by typing on a keyboard. First, I type “Walgreens Bookstore.” Then, my mom is standing next to me and rebukes me gently, telling me to put in the real name of the building. I backspace over what I've typed, and the teal letters disappear. I then type the real name of the building, “Public Library.” Once again, I realize easily and naturally that I'm dreaming. Saying something like “Wait” to my mom, I turn away from the window and look to my left, intending to go and explore. The sidewalk I'm standing on outside the public library runs right along the edge of a river, which has more sidewalks and buildings all along both sides. The dream only lasts a couple of seconds before fading, though. I'm lying on a mattress on a floor somewhere. There are blankets covering me, and my dad is bending down closely over me, as if to tuck me in. I'm breathing hard, and it feels like I'm being smothered. I start to panic, but then I think, It's okay. It's just a memory. I can't breathe because I have a stuffy nose in reality. [Which I don't, by the way, but it seemed logical at the time. Also, that must have been either a false memory or one from when I was really little.] Dreamskip. I'm still on the mattress on the floor, but my dad is gone and the blankets aren't over my head. I'm in between two raised platforms [loft beds, maybe?] with shelves built into the sides, and there are all kinds of toys and books and stuff all over them. Someone says something about being in seminary. [I don't really remember this part.] I find myself looking up at a white stucco ceiling high above me. Thinking I've woken up, I try to DEILD back in, and succeed. [LOL, I just performed a DEILD within a false awakening! Awesome!] I'm back on the mattress on the floor again. This time, I reach out from the mattress to feel the carpet beneath it. It's brown and semi-shaggy, the kind we have in our current house. I'm not fully immersed or engaged in the dream, though, and it only lasts a few seconds. When I woke up for real, I remembered and remarked aloud: “This house doesn't have stucco ceilings! All its ceilings are flat!” Only then did I realize that that had been a false awakening. -------------------- Side notes: I really like that brown carpet. I've noticed that in my dreams, any indoor space where I'm residing usually has that kind of carpet, even if it's not my current house. I think the reason I'm so attached to it, and therefore, the reason it shows up so much in my dreams, is because I helped pick out the carpet for this house, unlike at either of the other two houses. Also, that public library is so going into my current NaNoWriMo novel. Most of it is set in a dream world version of Louisville, where I lived once and which is by a river.
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