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I'm in a barber shop. It's small and leaking from the ceiling slightly. An old man is cutting people's hair. I wait for the person to be done and get my hair cut as well.
Dream Skip
I'm the old man. I know i'm not supposed to be him as i remember being my normal self. I play it off as if i were the old man to make the other employee seem as if everything were normal. Things feel harder to do as an older person. It hurts to get up. Sometimes my limbs would kinda go numb.
Dream skip
I'm still the old man. I'm in the back seat of a car. I start coughing. I tell the other people in the car that i don't feel well. We pull over at a small store. Somehow i manage to find a bed. The store then proceeds to turn into a castle. I'm in a random room in the castle. I feel myself falling asleep on the bed, but it doesn't feel like a normal falling asleep. I force myself to stay awake. I try to get up but i can't manage to get up more than a few inches. I yell for some help. No-one comes. I yell again several times and clap to try and get someones attention. Nothing. I start feeling myself falling into a long sleep. I try to fight it but it continues on until i die in the dream.
Dream Skip
I'm back to my normal self. I tell my brother all about it. He asks details of it that i don't remember. I just tell him that it felt odd and yet relaxing.

Backround history: In the dream, it was so ilegal to skipp school that you got shoot right on spot if the polis realized that you where skipping school.

The dream: The dream starts of with me who are on a buss thinking on that i am on my way to freedom from school. (Wich is akward because i like school ) for some reason, my sister are on the same buss.

The buss stop's at my old kindergarten. Wich is a exact replica of a place 1 kilometer from my house.

I start's to run because i want to be very far away when the police starts to look after me.( In my dream, i starts to think on my previous attempt of skipping school, wich was a actuall dream. So you can say that this was a continuation of a dream that i had 6 month's ago)

I gets telleported to a candy store and buy's candy. All of the sudden, my sister comes into the store and starts begging me for candy . I get's telleported to a place 200 meters from my old kindergarten and starts to run again.

I get's telleported AGAIN to a medow 500 meters from the spot and start's to run again.
I see a huge hole( Wich is reinforced with concrete and looks like a bunker and a prision at the same time) and jumps down into the hole. I see alot of hot chics there who eats chicken
and ask's me if i want to join them. Then i wake's up

ps: sorry for bad english

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I'm dropping my girlfriend off at home before she and her family go on a long vacation. They are all in their rooms when we arrive and I let her know I don't want to stay around for dinner, though I normally do, because I'd feel like I was overstaying my welcome. Instead, I eat a few slices of grilled chicken real quick and stuff some steak into the front pocket of my shirt.

Her mother walks out from her room. Instead of her normal self, she is Fran Drescher. And though my girlfriend is still with me, I feel very awkward when her mother begins to start conversation with me and ask me about my day. Her mother laughs under her breath at my lack of social skills, but passes it off as though nothing happened. I take my girlfriend out to the car to say goodbye to her officially, but she wants me to test out the helicopters with her they'll be taking on their trip.

I agree and jump into the back of one of the two helicopters now in the middle of their house. Her mother, who is now back to her regular self, lifts the helicopter from the ground. She has clearly never done it before and I remember being worried she was going to crash it. I informed her how the controls worked so that I would feel a bit safer. She seems to get the hang of it very quickly. I told her you can pull up as fast as you want, but you have to gently lower it to keep it from slamming into the ground.

My girlfriend wanted a turn, so her mother handed the controls over to her. She was very forceful with them to the point that I had to tell her to take it easy. She pulled up as hard as she could and when she was lowering it, slipped. The helicopter crashed into the water. Everything turned dark blue and I couldn't see the inside of the helicopter, much less which way was up. She made it out fine, when relieved me. I then took my time unbuckling my seat belt, the entire time wondering if this was really happening. Upon getting it undone and exiting the sinking helicopter, I decided it wasn't and woke up.

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Original Date: 2/21/10
Type: Fragment/Family - Non Lucid
Dream:
(there were a couple of dreams I had, so this is a fragment runoff, the last of about 3-4)
First I was in a store shopping for baby clothes with some women who just had a baby girl, she was standing there with the stroller. Next thing I was at some house, and my grandma arrived from somewhere like a trip because someone was saying "She's here!", there was another girl there (I think maybe the girl who just had the baby) and she was in the kitchen. Then I remember me and possibly my mom (but later turned into my Grandma P) appeared at a different house. I remember hearing her make a comment about how the other girl at the old house was going to have to unload the big trucks filled with all of Grandma P's things by herself (and I felt pity for her, wanted to go back and help her, but I couldn't). Outside of this house there was a portion of maybe a wrought iron fence and on it was hanging some necklace, like red velvet and gold. I picked it up and brought it in the house, my Grandma P was standing at the door looking displeased. Then I remember a feeling of needing to prepare for something. And then we were in the kitchen and my Grandpa S was there and there was a huge box of sweet cream butter that we were unpacking into the fridge, I was taking out of the box and handing to someone who would put it into the fridge. The weird thing was I was pulling them out and the packages were opened and some was missing, like someone was eating as I was putting it away, then the butter started to be colorful as I took it out. Bright green ones, pink ones and blue ones. My Grandpa S started asking me questions about my boyfriend, like he was trying to tease me, I was a little reluctant, he was hinting about being married and I remember telling him that he is divorced and has two little boys. Then I heard my Grandpa S say he was hungry, telling my Grandma P and next I see him with a roast boiling in a coffee pot in front of my face. I say to him "I like to make chicken with vegetables, take chicken breast and season it..." and my Grandpa S cuts me off saying "Chicken!? Naw I don't want that healthy stuff!" and I say "Well Grandpa, I have to eat healthy now, or I won't make it to live as long as you." And he got quiet and said "Well, that's true".

Objective Context:
I have been thinking a lot about my grandparents on both sides of my family and feeling somewhat stressed that I have not seen my family in over a year. I used butter in cooking last night, and I make pork roast and kraut yesterday for dinner. I also interpreted dreams yesterday about someone's Grandfather and having a baby.

Age of Dream Ego: 26

Feelings:
Neutral, like a little workhorse, connected, familiarity

Non-LucidLucid Awake

so i remember having a lot of dreams but only bits and pieces of each one.

theres this kid chasing me around a villa. [B](some really annoying kid i had recently talked about being psycho and going to a mental hospital)[/B] anywho, that kid is gone when i look around.............[fades out]

im at a farm somewhere when suddenly i have the urge to go home, me and my friend zack turn into bats. we fly iver things, the view goes into 3rd person as i fly-jump over water falls and stone walls and rivers............[fades out]

im at a local convience store. and i have the urge to steal something. i steal a long pack of hersheys cookies and cream bite sized chocolates. and start eating them... i see some girl, she askes where i got them. i tell her and she leaves in a car with some kid i know..then im not sure but i think i get a pepsi or something............[fades out]


im at the entrance to an old school.(im not sure but i think it is a reoccurring dream-scape =D) i have a drink, and im going back to school. my friend tells me that i will get suspended if they catch me with it. i say i dont care and then make a joke that it would be fucked up if i slipped and fell into my drink and still got in trouble for it............[fades out]

i remember my aunt sitting down grabbing chicken, like cooked kfc chicked and taking the bones out,(i think it was because i was hungry), there was two giant plates of chicken. and i just zoned out............[fades out]

and then i awoke!
i wish i could remember more details

Good morning, everybody. These dreams are all influenced by an anime/manga event I attended on Sunday.

Dream #1

I was at some kind of chicken fast-food restaurant, possibly in a mall. I'm not sure if I was an employee or a customer. I think the store colors may have been blue and white.

At some point I was in the back area of the restaurant. There were a lot of workers rushing around in a panic regarding the chickens.

Apparently live chickens were kept in another room. The chickens were then killed and cooked. But someone said that the arrangements for the chickens didn't make sense, that something was wrong about the whole thing. The thing wrong may have had to do with the chickens never seeming to go to the bathroom, or with their waste never having to be removed from the room where they were kept.

I went to the room where the chickens were kept by exiting a back door in the restaurant's food prep area and then crossing a small hallway that was like the back area for a mall and an alley. I'm not sure if I ever went into the room with the chickens.

I think I knew, however that the fact that the chickens were producing no waste meant one of two things. The first possibility was that the chickens were being manipulated in such a way that they didn't create waste, i.e. they were just being made into something like food machines, big globs of meat.

The second possibility was that chickens weren't being used at all. I imagined that babies were actually being kidnapped at random and being used in place of the chickens. The "chicken room" was just a front, a room with nothing in it at all.

Dream #2

A man got mad at me because I was doing something (I have no idea what) that hindered his ability to help preserve a whole bunch of new species of fish that he had found. I decided to stop doing whatever it was I had been doing. It may have had something to do with using up some kind of funds.

I was now out over a huge body of water. It was a bright, clear day. I was skimming over the water as if I were on water skis. Just to my right was some kind of track or some kind of dividing line. It was barely visible above the surface of the water.

The fish that the man had discovered and preserved now began jumping up out of the water as I passed them. They all had the same kind of look. They were almost cartoony. They had the look of a children's book drawing of a whale: the bulbous head, flat belly, and fan tail. Some of them looked plasticky; others looked scaly. Many of them had jewel-like dots on them. Some also had silvery bands floating around them or above them.

I seemed to be happy that I had done whatever I had done to allow these newly discovered fish to be preserved.

Dream #3

I climbed up through some dark area and found myself in the top area of some place like a temple or a church. The place reminds me of a belltower, exept much wider. It was daytime, with a clear, blue sky.

A young man (who I spoke with at an anime event in waking life) was playing with a computer. The man was a little overweight, with tan skin, short hair, and black-rimmed glasses. He wore a black t-shirt.

The young man was showing me some anime he was really excited about on his computer. He eventually told me that it was related to some other anime. He had to go somewhere, but he pointed out some magazines that were behind me. These magazines were also related to this other anime.

I turned around and was suddenly in "the young man's room," on a swivel chair. The room was dim. I was looking down at a small desk with a couple of magazines on it. The magazines seemed to be about making 3-D art on the computer.

The magazine covers showed a bunch of half-finished 3-D characters, mostly cute girls in frilly dresses. The faces, in particular, were often unfinished, so that the eyes just looked like peach, plastic globs.

One dress struck me as very realistic. It was light blue and satiny, with white frills as trim. It suddenly struck me that these anime art magazines were very similar to fetish porn magazines. But I decided I'd keep that opinion to myself, since I didn't want to offend the young man.

Dream #4

I was apparently Shinji Ikari from Neon Genesis Evangelion. I was living out "a scene from Neon Genesis" while also remembering/watching it.

The story was (in my "memory") that Shinji had been dissolved in some battle. He had been evaporated by a huge mass of white steam. But somehow scientists had managed to reconstruct his body. So he was now, in a sense, artificial.

Now I, as Shinji (not inside the giant robot Eva, just as Shinji, all on my own), was in the huge mass of white steam. I was waiting to be dissolved. But I wasn't dissolving. This was kind of disappointing to me, and I wondered if I had remembered the story correctly.

I was now climbing up a wall, out of the steam. I still kept thinking and hoping that I would be dissolved. I assumed that the steam would surprise me by jumping up, pulling me down, and dissolving me. But it never did. I just kept climbing up the wall.

The wall was like a wall leading up from some kind of industrial drainage area or some dam. The wall was green, as if it had a forest mural painted on it.

I'm not sure how I climbed up the wall. There seemed to be some metal, rebar-like, squarish portrusions to my left. I seemed to be using them somehow to climb. But they seemed to be too small to be totally practical.

It was getting harder and harder to scale the wall. I didn't know if I would make it. But I finally got to the top.

At the top was a grassy area, like a park. There was a huge "fire" (actually a huge pile of burning ash) on the grass. I knew that this fire was being used to melt down a large, golden statue of Buddha.

I watched the fire, however, and saw that the golden Buddha was not melting into the ashes. In fact, no Buddha was there. Instead, the Buddha's hand emerged from the ashes. I knew that the fire was actually creating the Buddha from gold that had already been melted. I may have wondered whether enough gold had been placed into the fire to create a Buddha sized in proportion with the hand, which itself was probably as tall as I.

I now found myself in a museum, watching the creation of the Buddha on a TV screen. The gold rising up from the fire took all kinds of shapes, but nothing resembling the Buddha. I somehow got the impression that very few people actually watched this video, because they were too afraid to actually watch something rise from the flames instead of being melted by them.

I backed away from the screen and looked around at the room I was in. My mom was somewhere nearby. The room was open, light, with white walls and adobe-red floors. It felt very free, though the room was small.

I was now in another room, looking at the video of the creation of the Buddha. But the screen was now behind a glass case set into the wall. The screen also seemed to be like a frozen image, a still photograph on pasteboard, even though it also still seemed to be a moving image on a TV screen.

The image of "the Buddha" was actually a huge, golden structure that looked something like a menorah made out of bricks. It looked almost Assyrian. At the top, where flames would normally be depicted, there were, in some spots, flames, but in other spots, just cubes of golden bricks.

An older Jewish couple walked into the room. The man was humming a Jewish folk tune. He bent down and pointed at some title card in a display near the melting Buddha display. (The display the man was in front of may now suddenly have been the melting Buddha display.)

The man may have said something to his wife about the similarities between Judaism and Buddhism.

So I had one (or two.. i think) dreams, but a lot of fragments.
Here's the first dream which I remember the most:

My little brother Thomas and I were in a forest place, I think. I don't know what we were doing there, but we might have been camping. At one part Tom got "bit" by a chicken, so we ran to the "hospital tent" nearest us.

I remember seeing Tom lie on a stretcher while the doctor looked at the bite. A few seconds later the doctor told me that Thomas had the "_______ disease" (can't recall) where your....um....bowels.... either swell or rise up and it had some nasty symptoms (vomiting, diarrhea, etc.). Thomas got scared, but I told hom that it was okay.

We went back to the forest and then Tom started to throw up a bunch. After this I told him, "Go to the bathroom!" So he went out of my line of vision, still puking. I can't remember what happened next, sadly.

I only remember a little of the next dream:

I remember walking down a road in the woods with some friends. We suddenly appeared inside a church (which looked a lot like my church in late service) . There was a special pew where the pastor sat, and apparently I was sitting in it. Once the pastor approached me, he looked a lot like Santa Claus. I thought nothing of it. He was kind and let me sit with him. I also remember my friend sitting beside me watching me browse the internet on my mini laptop while in church. It was weird.

Now here's the fragments I remember:
- I remember digging into my closet and finding my favorite pair of purple flip flops. Once I woke up in the morning I really thought that I had found them.
- I remember walking into my adjoining bathroom and finding the toilet overflowing. The water flooded the inside of the bathroom where the toilet was, but stopped right at the edge of the small space like a fish tank. The water looked 2 feet high. It was weird.
- I also remember walking into my bathroom, taking the top part of my hair like I was going to make a pouf, and sprayed some hairspray under that hair to give it volume.

This is copy pasted from my LJ. An older dream, but one very vivid, and a bit gruesome at the end. As I say in my title, do not read if you are squeamish about animals getting hurt.

Dream #1:

I'm driving to work and see bunnies on the side of the road. It's day time, and I think it's summer. There's a ton of them laying there and hopping around. I stop and get out. They aren't afraid of me. I go over and sit in the center of them. They are white, with brown ears. I pick up a baby bunny. I pet it and set it down, then I pick up a smaller one and pet that one. I see a big yellow hump in between the bunnies. I squint my eyes at it and it rises and rushes me. I stop it from hitting my chest with my free hand and it bounces back and disappears. It was a baby toy chicken; I remember the black dot eyes and the orange bill.

Dream #2

Later, I'm walking down a road in a trailer park. It isn't my park, but another I don't recognize. It's midday and summer. For some reason, I want to find a kitten. A couple strolls by. I can't remember the man, but the woman is older. The woman is holding two tiny puppies, both are white and fluffy, but I don't want to pet them. The woman holds them out to me, but I walk away. The next street over, I find a white cat a little girl is holding. She won't let me touch it.

Dream #3

I'm at work and some things happen that I can't remember, but I take a break and go to the bathroom. I change into my Subway shirt and pajama bottoms. Two girls enter and talk about something, but I ignore them. They leave. A man then enters and I think nothing of it. I discover I'm on my period. I walk out and wash my hands. The man is watching me. He's Asian. I wash my hands; there's blood on them. The man says nothing.

I leave the bathroom and go outside. It's dark, early morning. A cop is parked near Panera Bread, but he's just sitting there. I have my notebooks with me. They are blue. I go to the grocery store, Hiller's Market (it's a part of the same mall Panera is). A man joins me. He has blond hair and is also carrying notebooks. His are blue as well. We enter and the man says he's going to get us a good seat. I nod and follow. The store is set up backwards. There is a high school there for a write in and I think I can work on my NaNoWriMo novel finally. The students have long tables in the produce section. The tables are covered in newspaper. The students notebooks and the chairs are red. For some reason, this makes me realize they aren't writing for NaNo, but they're there for another reason. I feel sneaky now, and wonder if I'll be caught.

Man comes back and says he found us a seat. I go with him and set my notebook on the table. The students ignore us. I'm hungry. I say I want to get something to eat. Man says okay, I'll wait here. I leave and get caramel apple hard candies, fruity hard candies, and a few items I can't remember. I want a drink. I go to the deli counter because they have drinks there. They have a meat case, but the back is set up like a Star Bucks. The tones are gold and brown. There are gifts on shelves. I decide the drink would be too expensive. I never pay for my food.

I meet the man again in the aisle. He is worried because he thinks we're not supposed to be here. He makes me worried too. Then I see Hugo from LOST, a younger version. He looks angry and runs off. I know he's telling on us. I say to my friend that we should go. He agrees. Then an announcement breaks over the PA and I know it's Hugo again. He says some things I can't remember, but at the end he curses us with a 'were' curse. Instead of wolves we'll turn into lizards. We leave and my companion runs away. I start walking back to Panera, worried and thinking I need help. Two girls come by and tell me that I hurt her, and it's what I deserve. I have no idea what they are talking about.

Dream #4

I'm driving around an apartment complex. It's fancy, and I can't find a parking spot. The sky is overcast and it's daytime. Many spots are open but I don't want them. I finally park on the lawn. Two black men in suits are watching and talking among themselves. They say nothing to me.

I go into the complex and to the second floor. There were no stairs. I see a registry in the center of a big room, and a door beyond it. The registry is wooden, and the place to sign your name flips up instead of to the side. The registry's full of black and white vintage photos of women. There's many of one girl in a bikini, different poses. I think she's pretty, but I know she's dead. I take a picture out and I hear a click. The door is open, but I can't find it now. A women enters. She is dressed in a lab coat. She says right this way. I follow her and I'm dressed in a maroon salon gown with white trim. I try to button it in the back, but I could only find one snap. I'm naked underneath.

In the lobby, there are two doctors dressed in blue surgery scrubs. They are talking to each other. The woman says to take off all your jewelry. I take off several gold rings, one gold necklace, and gold earrings. The men watch and joke that the boss is "cracking down".

The woman wants to take blood, and I follow her to a desk with a weird machine on it. The machine looks like the face of a ounce scale without the gray knob in the middle (I use them at Panera for weighing meat). She says to stay standing as she pokes my finger. I watch as she takes a drop and sets it where the gray knob should be. The dial spins. She seems annoyed with the results, and she wants to take more blood. She says to sit down this time, so I do. She jabs my thumb twice and ends up with too much blood. This time, she seems satisfied. My finger never touches the machine.

Then she says that I have to see the grindroom before I can treated. (I think this stems from the last dream about the curse). I say okay, but get a weird feeling. She leads me down a long hall to a room full of bunnies and cats in glass cages. The woman leaves. I think the animals are cute, but I hear a awful grinding sound. There is another woman in an apron; she has cats on the metal table in front of her. The cats are all different colors, but the one that stands out the most is an orange tabby. The woman has a bloody saw in her hand and the cats are squirming. I see a huge pit next to her with whirling blades. The blades are all bloody. I start to cry because I know what she's doing, but I never stop her. Nor do the cats try to fight back. There is no sound at this point. None. She starts cutting them up and throwing them into the pit. I cover my face and run from the room, sobbing. I remember thinking that this was a test, and I didn't know if I had failed or not.

I woke up then, and yeah, I was bawling. After I calmed down, I laid there and recollected. Then I got up and wrote it all down. Still a little shaky from the last bit and every time I think about it I want to cry again.

Morning of March 12, 1978. Sunday.



Perhaps one of the strangest dreams relating to our chicken farm in Cubitis related to my father getting a very old rooster (I believe from the Hearns farm, possibly by Tony N due to fear of it) that was so old, he was different to other chickens in that his comb - four rows wide - went all the way down and along his back from his head (and actually seemed to be growing from his back like a sort of avian stegosaurus). There were also lizard-like attributes relative to his eyes and feet, his feet being of a more diverse scaly structure, more like a lizard’s than a chicken’s. Over time, though, his comb gets smaller (and of two rows instead of four), and he appears to somehow grow younger over time. We notice that our other chickens seem to be getting older (or aging too quickly) and becoming ill at times, a few dying. My dream continues until the rooster’s comb is only a single one on his head. We later see him as a chick, and finally…he turns into an egg, absorbing too much energy from the other chickens with his “special ability” that he had somehow attained from growing so old. He does not seem to be able to affect humans or other animals in this way, though. My father hides the egg somewhere, away from the other chickens. Nothing happens after that. I wonder if the process will begin again when he hatches, but I also wonder if there will still be people later on (when he becomes very old again). At one point, a private detective from another state (Kentucky, I think) investigates.

I think any “meaning” in this dream, if any, may relate to the approaching event of moving back to Wisconsin (though I was still in Florida at this time) and sort of wishing I had more control over time (as I was beginning to see much less of my friends, as more people were moving from the area and I had also left school).

As with much of my online dream journal, this is the original dream journal title from this time period even concerning the misnomer - as the word “psychic” is not the correct description, perhaps more along the lines of “psychic vampire” at best. I think I mainly used it for a tentative comedic mood or association even though the dream itself was very eerie and not really relevant to the typical usage of the word “psychic”.

Morning of September 13, 1976. Monday.



I go out to the backyard in my dream and to the area we have regular bonfires and find that my bearded bantam Belgian (a breed of chicken) has gotten loose. I pick her up and she is very tiny. However, I understand that she is a “Hungarian quail” (my father for some inexplicable reason had began calling it Hungarian instead of Belgian with no cue form me) named Gabrielle (instead of Abigail). This was one of thousands of precognitive facets related to my future marriage and life; my wife being from a Hungarian Romani tribe and whose middle name is Gabrielle. My dream was on my wife’s birthday so this is even more validation.

This idea is likely at least partly related to the (archetypical if one cannot accept the reality of precognition) “wife as phoenix” theme (recurring and related to my other life-long dreams). The hint is that I found her in the ashes of the bonfire area and she somewhat resembles some images of the mythical phoenix which I had seen in reality. Abigail also had black “ashy” feathers on her back in real life. This was the day I returned to high school (tenth grade) after my operation, but I did not go to any classes or seek information (and just sat around in the open lunch area).

Morning of August 10, 1975. Sunday.



Someone is stealing our chickens from our large shed in Cubitis, either late at night or very early in the morning (before dawn) and my father and I go out one night to see if we can catch them. Our orange Turkens (a breed of chicken also known as the Transylvanian Naked Neck) are gone without any visible clues anywhere. Although it is first considered that the thieves are ordinary humans, there is pondering of both alien and supernatural possibilities.

Time passes, and the entire shed and external cages area, ground and all, including us as we are standing, seems to be lifted into the dawn sky by an unknown force as we are facing north. There is a sense of beauty, awe, and wonder but no fear. The sense of movement and changing distance from the rest of the ground near our house is very vivid. We are still not sure if this force is alien or supernatural.

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