I'm playing a role in a story I'm telling myself. The narrative involves the invention of gunpowder by a god, which is me. Some door must be opened and there are piles of explosive material right outside it. I toss some more closer to the door and then prepare a fuse. I spend a while experimenting with what seems to be the best combination of ingredients to spark correctly. I make little piles for each one on a tray then press down on it with a rod that has a hollow cone shape on the end. When pressed down all the way, the powder ignites. I find the best candidate and light the fuse, which is a trail of the gunpowder, using the same rod. The door explodes and I walk away towards the edge of a lake. I begin to fly, rising above the clouds thinking that this must be where the gods live. I see nothing but clouds though and end up getting a stomach lurching feeling looking back down at the ground. I fall fast and splash into the lake.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I meet Laura, think she is in some kind of trouble and needs to hide. One of her kids is in the hands of some bad individuals, which we we manage to locate and bring to our place with the kid (an office at a university). We fight and the baby ends up falling down a window. Luckily there is a mattress below and he is projected onto a cradle that happens to be in the middle of the street, in a perfect safe landing. We want to go get her immediately but there are lots of passer byes who call the police and we are unable to retrieve the baby, because for some reason, despite the kid being hers, Laura is not exactly in good terms with the law and they can't know that she is trying to get her baby. Then the police comes knock at our door and start an absurd interrogation. The office is quite messy, because we fought there with the bad dudes and they find a book about birds on the floor and start asking us scientific names of birds to prove a point. But I know quite a few bird names and say I have them in my land, hence my interest in the book. I don't understand where they are going with that. They leave and can't connect us with the kidnappers or the flying baby. In Mexico with mom and another girl. We attend some expo in the outskirts of Mexico City. On return we find some people providing care to street puppies. One has a horrible thing in the eye but they remove instantly. It's painful to see because they don't use any sedative, but then we see the puppies after care and they are all fine, cleaned and healed. They are all black and with white spots, a bit scruffy. My mom holds and kisses one that is totally black. They will be returned back to the street and we feel so sad but we can't take them with us. We hope for the best for the puppies. As we walk down the street, a very poor area, we feel a bit uneasy, but I focus on the beauty of their simple way of life and how nobody is disturbing us, so the fear goes away. I feel the presence of my guru and I become lucid. I open a tear in the sky, just trying to get out of the dream, but from it comes out a god, a very hunky guy, who throws green energy blasts at me, apparently challenging me. It doesn't affect me, I fly towards him and kick him on the side. He is projected and although he laughs at me he stays on the ground. And then hold I his hand and I kiss it, saying I love him.
INT. SEMINARY - DAY I walk down the hallway at the graduate school where my father teaches. Two or three other people pass me. I look an old man in the eye and realize I'm dreaming. What to do with my lucidity? I know, I'll look for Jesus himself! ME Show me Jesus! But he doesn't come. Maybe he's around the next corner? I'm waking up and I instinctively jerk myself out of sleep. In waking life I've been listening to Bart Ehrman's audiobook, How Jesus Became God. Next time practice some stabilizing techniques and try to stay asleep.
Updated 05-09-2019 at 04:56 PM by 92227
22/03/2019 I am on another planet, maybe on Mars, and I am inside of a dome working on something with another girl, there are other domes beyond mine and two people are working in each of them. Suddenly the planet is destroyed, shattered by something or someone, and we find ourselves flying in the space surrounded by rocks, fortunately our dome isn't damaged and even all the others are safe. The domes can move in the space with rockets, so we can reunite all the squads and create something like a big spaceship. Now we are all reunited around a table and there is the captain that is trying to explain what happened and what to do next, but a dont care about what he is saying and I decide to explore the spaceship (somehow there is gravity within it). there is another girl with me and together we explore all the rooms until we arrive in front of a door that is different from all the others and in theory there should be space on the other side, but against every precaution I decide to open it. We get inside of it and we discover another world, in front of us there is a man that is wearing very extravagant clothes and he tells us that he was waiting for our arrival. He take us on a flying car without ceiling and he explain that we are on another world where there are a lot of different species of intelligent being who live together and humans here are Gods, so they can do whatever they want, there aren't any kind of rules for us. I'm shocked, and to verify if this man was telling the truth I put my hand into a wall and I moved them as if they had been in water. however we can't stay in this world for ever, so we had to go back to our spaceship.
Updated 04-02-2019 at 07:07 PM by 96212
Date of Dream: SAT 21 OCT - 2017 Dream No. 216 - Separated Sections Dream 216 A - No Lunch For The Wicked I can't remember the entirety of this dream. From where I can remember, I was back in year 12 2016. I was somewhere on a camp with the year level group, although it looked like no ideal school camp destination. I was off somewhere doing something and when I came back, I found out that lunch was finished being served. There was one plate still on the serving bench and as I was about to take it, three girls claimed it as their own. Apparently it was a second serving for ES, DK and CV. I claimed that I didn't have any lunch but the guy denies and says this food is for the girls. I go off in disappointment to an undercover parking lot. I can't remember the rest of the dream. Dream 216 B - The Burning House Throughout the entirety of the dream, it was night time. First, I was on a flat rooftop of some house when I felt this strange energy about. Believe it or not... God was speaking to me. The youthful sounding voice is telling me that he is putting the world to end soon. He told me how he was going to do it. First of all, he would give me three red beacons. Then I see a holographic hand come out from the wall of the night sky and indeed it gives me three red brooch-like beacons. He then told me to pin them up on the giant cloth which was hanging on the washing line. Once I pinned the beacons, he then told me that he would set all the buildings in the area on fire. He then said that the third stage would be where all these white lights appear and then his work would be done. Then he goes to me, “and by the way... What happened in 2012? How did all the people think the world was ending then?”. I told him all the scientists thought that the planets were going to collide into each other. There was now no presence anymore and so I got off the rooftop and onto the ground. I look up at the roof and there are two chimneys that have appeared and they start spitting massive flames out of them. In a crystal clear voice, I shout, “Dreamy WB help!” and then after a slight pause, “Stop the house from burning down, quickly!”. She came immediately. I saw her, approaching the left chimney and when she touched it, the flames stopped shooting. She then walked over to the second chimney and did the same thing. She then hopped off the roof and joined me on the ground with now nothing but the crickets going off in the background. I examined her and I was shocked to see her with white skin, having a Caucasian resemblance. I thought there was nothing else to do but then she told me to follow her inside the house. When we got in the house, her skin was a tad less white. We were now standing around the kitchen with other members of my family as well. As everyone was getting ready for bed, I look at my watch and I say to Dreamy WB, “It's 11:30, I bought cheesecake for our breakfast”. Everyone elses' body-clock was set to 11:30 PM but ours were at 11:30 AM. I quickly examined Dreamy WB and her skin became a tone darker again. She then said something to me but I forgot what it was. I realised our body-clocks were wrong and I told her. I said I was going to adjust them but she said that we could stay awake while everyone else went to sleep. Still, I insisted on fixing our body-clocks and I made it clear to her. I turned around to look towards the kitchen bench and closed my eyes. I spread my arms out and tried to “feel” for an 11:30 position. Then I started swinging my arms backward like a clock until I felt it hit 11:30 again. I realised I only fixed my body-clock and so now it was time to go back and do Dreamy WB's. In exactly the same way, I felt for the 11:30 position and wound back 12 hours. I had opened my eyes and now Dreamy WB looked tired. Her skin was also now fully brown and so was back to her full African identity. She came up to me and started stroking me while also keeping me locked in a hug. She said she and I would go to sleep soon. The dream then ended. Dream 216 C - Beach Terror I don't remember all of this dream. I was going with my mum and brother to Geelong for something and we decided to stop at this inner beach area. When we got there, the style of the dream had changed quite a bit. It was now like this animated map on an RTS game and it had shown animations of Mario characters on it. I don't know what they were doing but the Mario characters were becoming very violent. I do clearly remember Luigi and Wario facing off against each other. For the next part of the dream, I was at this unknown place. I wanted to see what my brother and his friend RK were doing but NB had told me to get out of the place. I looked from a distance and noticed that they were doing something with balloons, silly string, foil and other party supplies. Apparently all the equipment had harmful chemicals in it. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None
Updated 12-01-2017 at 08:08 AM by 93119 ("216" should be "216 B")
Non-lucid, yet extremely vivid in detail as if it was actually happening. Another dream about being on vacation w/ my parents. My dad paid for it & we were staying a hotel. We had left one place & were almost to another but I had forgotten my ID all the way back at home. They were talking about getting on a plane or boat & my parents were pissed off at me & we were arguing about whether it was possible for us to go back & get it or if we just were out of time. It reminded me of this futuristic airport dream I had one time. I woke up after what seemed like a really long ass dream. I guess I'm having them because they are traveling around in there RV & I thought they might stop by & see me but I was in sick w/ a fever this week. I've also been thinking about how they would talk about me if they knew I was meditating & become more spiritual. I can see it now. "OMG, my daughter still believes there is an invisible man in the sky! It's so embarrassing. She's never been quite right." (I can see my mom cringing as she would say this) And my belief in God is not like that at all but they are atheists & would most definitely say this. My belief has to do w/ God being in everything because it is energy. Energy is what we are & what our soul is when it leaves our human body to continue on it's personal journey. It's actually a very logical process if they were to think about it. And even scientist's can't figure out all of what the human mind is capable of. We only use a small portion of our brain's functions. At least that they can detect as of now. But in the end the one certainty is energy. Energy never truly dies. It just gets transferred. Which I personally think, is rather remarkable. I woke up & was greeted w/ that personal good morning from my husband. Yeah me! On another side note I had a remarkably good day of listening to music while doing a puzzle for many hours. It was a form of meditation w/ candles (for the scent). Very calming.
Dream fragment - Bird of Paradise I remember seeing a whole bunch of these flowers known as 'Bird of Paradise'. I thought to myself that I should tell my friend about them so he could come get one for his girlfriend. Note: yesterday my friend told me he was looking to find a bird of paradise flower for his gf because they were her favourite, surprised this manifested in my dreams O_O Dream - Museum I'm in a museum with my friend Matt and a girl (I think it might be his ex gf?), there's some sort of god who resides here and owns the place. We head downstairs into a room with all these ancient greek mythology related artifacts, everything had a grey-black rock material that covered them. It was sleek and smooth, and fitted the form of each item perfectly and I think it was meant to 'freeze' them in time and preserve them. I remember I went off into a side room and knocked a Cupid angel (isn't this Roman?) statue by accident which cracked a little. Oops. I head out of the room, noting that there are special techniques and stuff in there too (like in little CDs that you somehow download into yourself?). I walk back to the downstairs room where Matt and the girl are perusing the artifacts on display. It was things like the Aegis shield, the head of Hercules which had an intensely ornate helmet on it, or the head of Medusa etc. Matt accidentally knocks another Cupid angel... It cracks. "Damn dude you broke it" . Suddenly I see something flesh-like beneath the rock layer of the statue which twitches and moves... "Hey it's moving" I say, and the grey-black layer coating the statue starts crumbling off. Oh shit. Me, Matt and the girl all run towards the side room. In this room an arrow is let loose at us, it's the other Cupid statue! It came to life as well. I quickly grabbed a handful of those CD techniques and we all scrambled back out and continued to run. I also remember some of the CDs having references to Star Wars. The pictures on the front of one had Luke Skywalker holding a lightsaber. Felt too sleepy to bother remembering my dreams, and I got up earlier.
Watching the sky I was outside my house. I went to the backyard, and lied on the ground, looking at the sky. There were lots of stars, I watched meteorite rain, and then the sky started to turn around. I standed up, and wandered for a while. I found my younger sister sleeping in an igloo, and then went back into house. Undead army I saw everything from top-down perspective. It was inside some poorly lit, cold catacombs. There was gathering an undead army, risen by dark forces. I was risen as a skeleton too, but something thrown me into webs so strong, that I couldn't do anything. I looked to the side, and saw a giant octopus. Suddenly every undead starts to fall apart. A strange voice said "Only you and the octopus survived!" The octopus started to dance. Island Warm evening, I was rowing on a small boat to unknown island. I was a survivor from a ship that sank. I took a phone out of my pocket. It had a built in front and back cameras. I used them to check how I look - I was a girl, somewhat similar to me. I stopped at a beach and wandered the island for a while, and noticed group of three women - a pregnant blonde, redhead, and brunette. All were quite pretty. They told me that they are looking for a special cave, where the baby can born. We wandered for a while and found it, and the women told me that I should stay with them and serve the new born god.
I'm scaling a steep cliff on the side of a mountain fortress with a large group of medieval soldiers seeking to take over the castle up ahead. It is a difficult climb, and all progress is halted as the defenders unleash a massive deluge of boiling hot oil that spashes down the cliff. Fortunately, it's steep enough that we just press ourselves flat into the rock, and the oil flows just over us all, missing us by just a few feet. Then some sort of god flies out of the castle and levitates above the stone walls as he laughs at us. He thinks it is barely worth his concern, but nevertheless throws a few fire balls at us. Several people are killed instantly. He looks over at me, and now seems threatened somewhat. With a spin, he disappears from sight, and I am immediately teleported to a small town inside the castle walls. Somehow we breached the castle and there is utter chaos as people are running everywhere. It turns out everyone is running because there is an army of Djinns (the kind from the show 'Supernatural') - a kind of genie that puts people to sleep, fulfilling all their wishes in their dreams while draining their blood and killing them in the process. Just one is scary, but there are over a hundred here. I am immediately surrounded by about a dozen of them. I'm not quite sure what to do about this. Before I come up with a plan, one of the female Djinns (and quite an attractive one I may add) tells the others to step aside and watch. She holds out her hand and uses telekinesis to spin my body around. I want to fight it, but just go limp as all my muscles relax. She softly lays my body on the packed dirt ground and closes my eyes all with telekinesis. This is the part where the nice dream is supposed to start. I'm given a moment to choose, but can't decide what to dream about. The moment is gone, and there will be no pleasant dreams for me apparently. Since the Djinns are psychic, they know that I'm awake in my body, even though my eyes are closed and I cannot move it. I can still feel everything. They take delight in knowing that I'll be able to feel all the pain of being slowly drained of blood until I die, with nothing I can do about it. I feel a sharp stabbing pain as a large gauge needle is roughly stabbed into my arm. Rather than languish in pain as I am slowly killed, I imagine that I'm someone else. Someone very alive, and experiencing blissfully pleasant feelings. I know it's not real, but I decide to believe it anyway because the more I do, the more real it becomes, and the more this excruciating painful death seems like a distant memory than a current reality. Right before I fully switch to being someone else, I wake up.
Me, my sister Jenny, and my brother Justin and brother Peter were getting ready to go to school (none of us are in school anymore, Peter is working on his masters degree). Jenny was angry and I was trying to put on a pair of pink shoes but they didn't fit me (in real life that pair fits perfectly, in the dream they were too small). Justin said he needed Peter and I said I ned you too but what is your name, because I thought that Peter had a twin named Peter, so I asked him his name and asked is your name Peter too, is your middle name Harrison (it is in real life). There was a baby who had a red cut under his eyelids. I touched the cut to comfort the baby and then the baby turned into ash. The ash was black, not dark gray like ash usually is. I believe the baby turning into ash was a part of me dying. Later in the dream the baby was back but older and looked different, and didn't have the cut, so that was a part of me being reborn different. We all but Peter and the baby walked out the door to go to a high school and Peter stayed home (he's studying to become a teacher), and I called him "teacher-man" and said "It's teacher-man's turn to teach the baby" Peter didn't respond. Our mom wasn't there, but earlier in the dream my mom was there. I smelled garlic and wanted to eat breakfast. Jenny was angry and I was thinking about God. I was helping Jenny in some way in the beginning of the dream, I was eating bread and trying to show Jenny something. After writing this dream down, I fell back asleep and had a dream about dying and going to heaven. I was in a cathedral with a bunch of elderly folks and we were all about to die and wake up with a new body in heaven. Jesus was talking to me and healing me of the demonic voices that I heal. I was meditating laying in a bed, there was spiritual knowledge that I now forget in the dream (this is a recurring theme, having powerful, scary mystical dreams, in one my spirit was floating in white and then I fell into a new body on the grass/on my bed, and then later I was in a powerful eagle for two minutes and could see the eagle. Earlier in that dream I had a false wake up outside it was raining and I was crying, the rain was masking my tears. I was in an unfamiliar place but had the feeling that I knew where I was and started to walk home. God and the devil was in the dream.). I thought I would go to the Cathedral of Learning in Pittsburgh after I died. (In real life I already died and now I will never die. My friend Ashley Shear also died and stayed on earth and told me, "If you think you died, you probably did" (this was in real life not a dream. God wanted her to tell me that, it was a part of His plan for me.). I had a lot of insight that is now lost and I was feeling at peace with myself and God and knew that the elderly people who were with me would start to grow younger soon.
The name "Prama Pradhami" or something A curse between two lesbians. A candle. It's too late. One or two of them has/have to go to the sea to meet the sea god. Ice floats on the sea. Going to a restaurant via a car from the seaport. Can we fit in the car? I was trying to avoid a calamity. Is it inside or outside of the condominium? NOTES: Woke up and fell asleep a few times. I tried to write what little I can remember.
I was in a room. It seems like night. I was looking for someone or something. The room is inside a several-storey apartment. Not sure how many floors there were. It looks... old. Some parts were wooden while others were cemented. The furniture added to the "old" look because they look used. Dark green. I ended up in a floor where a girl was sitting. There's something like a veranda in that area. I'm not sure how young or old she was. At times, it felt like she's young, like 12 years old, but she seems too "tall" even though she's sitting on a chair. I asked a question about the thing/person I'm looking for. She said something about not seeing it here. She also mentioned something about God. I made a snide remark/question about it, but I made it while I was "walking away." Not exactly walking "away," because I was facing her while walking down a stairs, and the railing is blocking our view of each other. She was looking at me, looking like she wants to say something as I disappeared down the stairs. I was in Rob's place. I remember thinking about crystal and food.
In this dream, I was given some advice on healing from my daughter. I walked into my bathroom, off my bedroom, and a beautiful young woman was standing there with a hoodie on, and I didn’t recognize her, but as soon as she spoke I knew it was my daughter. We moved in behind the bathroom door out of site. She had the exact same voice and facial expressions. In spite of all this I wasn’t lucid yet, but I should have clued in since my daughter has passed into Heaven. She then thanked me for trying to be with her all the time, and constantly reaching out for her. We kissed and hugged. It was so real!!! I still wasn’t lucid (if you can believe it). She then said, “Dad, there are phrases in the Bible on light, energy, and healing you should read.” Then I became lucid, because I remembered my plan to heal my son’s wart in a lucid dream. I then said, “What did you say?” I was sort of shocked by hearing this, since I’ve never read the Bible to any extent, nor has my daughter. She then repeated it in a more clear voice, “Dad, there are phrases in the Bible on light, energy, and healing you should read. Read the Bible!” Several people, including my wife, walked into the bedroom, and then my daughter and I walked out of the bathroom, to see who was there. As she walked out of the bathroom, she changed into somebody completely different. Now she looked like a belly dancer, and done up in a gold dress, tasseled, and bikini top. My wife gave me a shocked look, hit me on the butt with her hand, and looked at me like, “What were you doing in there?” The other people in my bedroom were men, who I didn’t recognize, and my lucidity ended and I returned to regular dream mode. I then asked the belly dancer in the gold dress for her cell phone #. My wife hit me in my butt again, and then I woke. The following day I Google searched the Bible on healing, and found several of references to this. It basically said if you believe in God, and have faith, then you can ask God to heal people by placing your hands on the sick and they will recover. This does clear up a few things for me, and in particular, that it’s not me who’s doing the healing, it’s God. I’m not a strongly religious person, but I’m going to listen to my daughter because she’s always right. Anyway, so now I’m going to change my strategy on healing this wart in a lucid dream. Instead of saying “Through love and consciousness heal my son’s wart. “ Rather, I’m going to say, “Dear God, please heal my son’s wart.” I’m also planning on creating an energy ball in the LD, and then pushing it into my son’s wart with my hand, and holding it there until it dissipates (healing lucid dream style!).
Many people have asked in their Lucid Dreams to meet God, so I figured I would give it a try. During one of my lucid dreams last summer, I was trying to find my daughter, but I was having no luck, so I decided to meet with God instead. I’ve never attempted to do this before in my 40 plus years of Lucid Dreaming. Before I begin, I would like to point out that I do in fact believe in God, have faith, but I have not been a strong, practising, church going person, though I grew up in a strongly religious home. I have full respect for God. In a perfectly lucid dream I approached two dream figures. I said in a firm voice, “Where’s God? I need to meet with him.” They looked at each other, and the one dream figure said to the other, “What did he just say?” The other figure then said, “I think he said he wants to meet with God.” They chuckled at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and then looked back at me with a questioned look. I said, “Where’s God?” The first dream figure then pointed at a building that was under construction, and he said, “God’s in there.” I walked up some concrete steps and entered into a building that only had plywood on the exterior, and truly was under construction. It was a real mess. I searched for God room to room. Finally, on the second storey, I found a very old, withered man in a small, closet size, bedroom. The old withered man was under a tethered blanket. He was wearing an old blue parka and faded torn, blue jeans. His hair and beard were blondish grey, long, knotted and dreaded. He was wrinkled skin and bones. His eyes were closed, and he was unconscious. I felt sorry for him, whoever this abandoned old man was, and I scooped him up into my arms, in a cradled position, and I carried him out of the building. After I carried him outside I woke up from the dream. I was a little disappointed after I woke up that I didn’t find God in the building. The following week I had another lucid dream about God. Suddenly, in the lucid dream, this same old guy, from the prior dream I described above, appears right beside on a park bench. He even has the same blue parka and jeans, but this time he looks much healthier. He looks straight into my eyes, and then raises his head to the sky and shouts, “GOD DOES NOT EXIST!” His eyes were a glowing baby blue colour. I’m so shocked by this I wake up. I start to think about what these two dreams were about. Maybe I did meet God, and maybe he is saying to me that my faith needs a little bit of work? The following week, after the second dream, I was driving home from work (in the waking world) to have lunch. On the side of the road, sitting on a park bench, I see the same old man! He looked exactly same right down to the long greyish blonde dreaded hair and beard. He even had the same blue, winter parka. I’d like to point out, who wears a parka on a hot summer day? It was about 85 F. I drove right past him. He looked like a homeless man. That in itself is very strange, because there are no homeless people in this suburban neighborhood. I began to think that maybe God wanted me to stop and visit with this homeless man. Maybe that’s what these two lucid dreams were about? If there was some meaning behind these dreams, I didn’t want to blow it by simply driving by and ignoring him, so I immediately went and picked up ‘lunch for two’ at Tim Hortons. I have to admit I felt a little odd doing this, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. He was the most humble man I’ve ever met. His name was Paul. He even had the baby blue eyes like my LD. We sat for a ½ hour and discussed life in general. He was explaining how people are so busy trying to make money that they miss out on life itself. He said, “To enjoy life, you really don’t need anything. All you need is already here.” I asked him about wearing his winter parka when it’s so hot out, and he replied, “I never take it off.” Later that night, I’m heading out to the cabin for the weekend (in the waking world), and I see his blue parka lying in the middle of the road, not far from where we had lunch. It made me think.
A hillbilly set himself up as the self-appointed god of the world. He called himself "The Right". His daughter was his most faithful follower. One of my friends had a really weird picture of a fox hung on a wall in his room. I had these HUGE biceps, but I was sorely disappointed because they weren't big enough. I was reading a children's book based on the Pixar movie Brave.
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