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Date of Dream: SUN 23 JUL - 2017



Dream No. 159 - Adventuring In Abandoned Lands

The dream started off with me at home on Easter Sunday, where I was going on an Easter egg hunt around the house. I then started placing eggs around my brother's bedroom and would find them later, afterwards going upstairs and seeing the cat go crazy. She walked towards my bedroom and just stood in the doorway, looking at me with her eyes wide open and a face like she was teasing me. I yelled out from the far end of the house, “Shoo!” and she went running out as fast as lightning. She was in another room but the family wanted her outside, so when she came into the front room where I was, I picked up a plastic bag next to the couch and waved it at her. This really startled the cat and she ran out the back door, never to be seen again.

My mum was relieved as she could now prepare to continue for Easter lunch. The phone started to ring and my mum got mad because she thought it was a sales person calling on Easter Sunday. It just turned out to be a stranger that called the wrong number and said to my mum that he wanted his choc chip cookies. My mum ended up inviting him over for lunch but he said that if he was coming at all, he would come on Monday. I said to my mum that it was okay because we would still have leftovers for him to eat.

The dream then skipped to me walking down this random path, still thinking about the cookie guy that called. Another stranger, a woman, appeared beside me and we turned left to walk across the farmland that was closed off to the main track... I had to explain to her that these farmland paddocks were closed off. As we continued walking towards the swamp and then the lake, others started to slowly appear and join us. Eventually, I felt this familiar, unique, warm energy which made me come to the realisation that Dreamy WB was walking with us but then I couldn't see her, she was invisible to everyone including me.

At one point on the walk, the group reached a small town and there were all these shops there. I thought we were going to stop there to take a break but we didn't and rather continued into the forest. I was at the back of the public toilet shelter when Dreamy WB became visible and pulled me aside to show me something. She had her hair more straight and tied into a pony tail, wearing all black sports clothes. She pointed to this bush that had these miniature plain donuts, the size of hair ties, growing on it that were coated in sugar crystals... She tasted one and then she told me taste one. Those donuts were the most delicious things I had ever tasted and I told her I wanted to pick some so I could take them home. Then there were some donuts appearing in the colours of pink, yellow and blue, all in the neon spectrum.

I didn't pick many donuts before she told me to hurry up or we would lose the others. So in a rush, I picked a really big handful and scuttled off with her. We were trailing behind the other people who were way ahead in the distance. I then woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: FRI 19 MAY - 2017



Dream No. 115 - Separated Sections

Dream 115 A - The Celebration
My mum and I were driving when I saw a really bright rainbow in the sky. When I told her to look at it, these really dark clouds started to cover it up but then a second rainbow had appeared. As we drove closer to our local area, more and more rainbows started to appear until there were heaps of them. The sky also started to have other signs of strange, colourful light in it as well.

When we were within our streets, I noticed that a lot of houses had their Christmas lights on although it wasn't Christmas season. My dad suggested that it was this annual celebration that was taking place. We went up one backstreet and got out of the car. My parents had presented someone with this massive bag of Easter eggs. That's all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 115 B - Choir Competition
I was in an unknown building that looked like the reception area of somewhere like a clinic or a hospital. Just outside the doors, there were all these primary school students lined up wearing blue and yellow uniform. Apparently they were one of the schools involved in a choir competition. When they came back in, they sat on the chairs close by with their teacher sitting right next to me. I kept trying to get the teacher's attention to say congratulations but everyone kept ignoring me.

The next school to go outside for singing was Killester College. The dream must have skipped their repetoire as straight after, the choir was leaving the place. As they were all walking along with Mr. H, WB saw me and we frantically waved at each other. She had then pulled out some sort of polaroid camera and was trying to take a picture of me. I thought didn't know what she wanted and so I tried to avoid being snapped. She desperately tried to get my attention and said she just wanted to say bye to me, so I then deliberately smiled for the camera.

Dream 115 C - I Got A Reply
There were two instances in this dream where I got a reply. The first one was fan mail that I had sent to SML in waking life but in the dream, I actually saw that there was a reply! (no reply in waking life). My dream mind had pieced that Logan had composed the reply and there was this gibberish in which the only part that made sense was something about my music.

The dream then moved to me messaging TH on Facebook (I have not done this in waking life). Shortly after, I get a message from someone else, I have forgotten the name of this account. I eventually suss out that this is Taylor's aunty and that's all I remember about this dream.

The later part of the morning I was still under the influence of my mugwort/peppermint tea combo.

I have a FA in some bedroom. It is dark. I hear my son crying. My wife asks me to get him. I get out of bed in a daze.

I am driving in a car across town. My wrist watch beeps it hourly chime. I think I missed my prospective memory alarm. Before I can think to do a nose plug I become confused. I ask myself when I started wearing a wrist watch. I try to think back but can't remember. While I contemplate this I can vividly feel the weight and pressure of it on my arm as I make a turn. I am close to being lucid when I suddenly realize that I was supposed to get my son! I panic and turn the car around and go back.

I am now in some work place. I don't work here and I find it hard to get anyone to let me in the back. I take a wheeled trash can and pretend to be a janitor. I push it into the back hallway. The real janitor stops me and says not to go back there. I tell her I need to take the trash out. She tells me that is her job. I say ok fine but I am still going back here. She doesn't try to stop me.

I wonder around a cubicle area then what looks like a dentist office. I can hear my son and follow his sounds into a dark back room. I see him standing in a play pen. I am amazed that he is walking and urge him to walk to me. He takes a few steps and I pick him up. I take a picture of him to post to Instagram. I add some #hashtags and then try to forward it to my wife. Its not working right so I just decide to tell her. Then I get a strange text from my mom. It is an easter invitation. She asks me if we are coming over to eat Easter Sunday. I have no idea how to answer her so I ignore it. I pass my sister and her husband on the way out and assume he stayed with them for the night.

When I get back to the room my wife is gone and I am not longer holding my son. B, my wifes cousin, is there but she has blond hair. I notice but say nothing. I sit down on my bed and she starts complaining about getting in the shower. She tells me my wife is taking forever in there. Suddenly her hair looks wet. I tell her this. She shrugs me off. I tell her I'm needing one too. I look at my wrist watch (wtf) and its past 8. I think at this rate we will all be late.

The alarm wakes me.

*Snooze*

My cousin and his wife are talking. She is pregnant and crying about the baby. She is worried about it for some reason. For some reason I think they are coming to live with us soon.

*Snooze*

I am making out with my wife. The tactile sensation is high. I notice that she feels different so how. I am reminded of someone else from my past. I pull back to see her face. It looks like my wife for sure. I continue. Things get heated up when the alarm wakes me for the final time.

Well, back from my lack of dream recall, I woke up remembering the strangest of dreams that I had last night.

There was not much foreplay I could remember of the first part of my dream, but what I do remember of it was strange and somewhat disturbing. I was with another person, though me and him were very similar, actually, in the way that we weren't actually humans, but white boxes with plain faces. Still, the other box told me that he had made a time machine. This was in the room of my dad's house, actually, so it all felt too strange. Still, we debated, and eventually used it. I believe we went back to the 60's, 70's and 80's. I don't remember going anywhere else, but I do distinctively remember going into a cliche 70's store and looking through 70's rocker clothing, in otherwords, baggy torn jeans, vests and headbands. Realizing that I couldn't wear any of it, due to my shape, we went back to the present. Things seemed quiet and eerie, though had a sad tone to it. The other guy told me that we couldn't go back anymore, due to a reason unknown. I went to go look into the living room and kitchen, and it was all empty, save for the kitchen, which on the chair sat the other guy, or so I thought. He now looked like me in my pre-teen years; Long hair, red t-shirt, acne ridden and with cargo shorts. I shook my head and went back into the room and told the other "Everyone's gone. No one is on this planet!" and he replied with "No one?" I nodded and looked at the other again with a concerned face "Well, you are sitting in the kitchen." he looked terrified as I said that and began ranting on about how bad this was.

That was the end of the first part of my dream, some sort of end of the world scenario. Things were similar in my next dream though, but very different as well. I believe we were in a spaceship of sorts, a very futuristic one at that. It was close to Easter, and my dad was buying me a bunch of animals for pets, and I mean a lot. Rabbits, cats, chicks, ducks. Loads of animals, even small cheetahs and other wild cats, though all of them would need to grow from their cub state. Still, My dad for some reason told me to pack all of the animals into a storage area on the ship. Soon enough, Easter (I guess...) would come and I would open the storage thing to find the creatures. I wanted the small cheetah-like kitten the most, though I found the... "cub", though it was like a small bug, spotted like a cheetah, but I even questioned it in my dream. Still, I don't remember what quite happened between there and the next event, but suddenly, all the animals were gone, just vanished. Something after than happened, and there was mention that it was "The end of the world".

What's with all these apocalypse dreams? Hmm... Maybe I can predict the future, eh?

I dreamt again! But no LD yet...

1. It was easter and I was at school. There where lying iPhones and iPods everywhere, but nobody took them, so they where all for me.
2. I played baseball white a couple of people of my favorite soap (Thuis). The cleaning lady was leading the game.

No LD's yet. I'm now doing RC's and trying some iPhone apps.

Morning of April 3, 1988. Sunday. Easter Sunday.



CS and her daughter NS are at my sister Marilyn’s house on Loomis Street. It involves the appearance of the “Anti-Easter Bunny”. It is fairly large and black and actually seems to have a “dark” and somewhat menacing presence in my dream (yet does not directly threaten or attempt to harm me or anyone else in any way). It appears on the dining room table, but moves about in a couple other locations in the house. My sister is also there. There is no actual fear, though, just a sense of awe and eeriness and an unusual awareness of something other than my own existence or in-dream awareness. It does seem like an external presence from outside my dream, as I am semi-lucid and eventually lucid, but no drama ensues. I get the awareness that its ears have the essence of larger bat wings (though they do not look like bat wings) and there is the essence of the hooves of a horse in sound and movement somehow, supposedly when it moves or “teleports” elsewhere. Again, it does not come near me in any threatening sense, but appears a few times.

Curiously, NS said that she had the same dream around the same time (with no indications or cues of any kind) and she said that she “threw a jelly bean at it and it disappeared”.

Morning of April 9, 1966. Saturday.



This, I believe is the first version of this dream, a day before Easter.

I am in an unknown region. There is an isolated house in the forest but near a winding path. Oddly, the house seems “cut in half” in that some outer walls seem to be missing but a family still lives there. The imagery is intriguing and appeared in other dreams with different themes later on, including some featuring the “mystery girl”.

I am aware of a real, living wolf, but am also aware of the “ghost” of Little Red Riding Hood, who is wearing a white riding hood and is mostly glowing all over, a white light with a lighter bluish tint. She seems somewhat sad and lost. I talk with her but do not recall the conversation - there is an unusual awareness of peace at one point as if she is to be a long-term part of my life. The association may be related to a basket she is carrying being filled with Easter eggs, but I also get the impression they will hatch at a later date rather than being eaten. Even though my dream implies she is a spirit and that the wolf has possibly already eaten her, there is still a strong presence of her in my dream. She is dark-haired and green-eyed and very pretty. There is no direct threat from the wolf although I do see it looking down from a ridge in Chipmunk Coulee (recurring).

Interestingly, the only other time I saw this precise dream imagery was of an actual “incomplete” house in a photo my wife-to-be had sent to me many years later. This, like many other dreams, seemed to establish a connection to my beautiful wife (and “dream girl”) a couple years or so before she was even born.