non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Three or four friends are at the top of a building. One is going down a rope stair hanging on the side of the building to do some stunt. The rope stair partially breaks and he is left hanging perilously. Another friend goes down to try to rescue him, but that is a bad idea because he just adds more weight. Some other friend then throws a rope so they hang on to it, but when the stair collapses completely, they dangle from the rope unable to climb up to safety. Then they spot another guy hanging upside down from another rope. Supposedly a banker who tried to hang himself and regretted it. They decide to join forces and swing to get closer to each other. But they still can't climb the ropes and decide to jump to a pool underneath. Meanwhile, inside this building there is a bank, where the rope guy works. A mysterious man comes in and writes down a number with many zeros on a paper and shows it to the manager, who then gives him an audience. The stranger says he wants to buy the bank. He wants the bank to make one specific loan to a specific person and he and his associates first tried it through blackmailing an employee (the guy on the rope), but because he did not do it and was about to commit suicide, they just decided to buy the bank and make it happen.
In this dream I'm on another charter bus heading to a different summer camp (I've had a previous dream entry of going somewhere else). I'm not sure who exactly was on the bus, but I remember thinking how this time there are a lot more people who are younger than me because that's the case I'm in irl as a senior. We get off in the notion of getting lunch on the way there, and it's this very open place with the ground made of concrete. On the right of where the bus stops is some gas station and on the left side is a row of unfamiliar buildings. Our group goes into this big alleyway on the left side as we have our sights set on this food court place. This smaller kid named Alex tells me to look at him so I turn around and he's running towards me but then we walk into this food court place together. When we enter the place it looks familiar to some cruddy food place I've stopped in before irl with my show choir group. The tiles are gray and blue and there's one lunch line place not giving out food. We turn back and go outside to this open theatre looking area right outside the food court entrance. There are two rows of 8-10 benches facing the front. I step into the middle of where the benches are facing which I presume is the stage as I see this noose on the ground. Somehow I get this overwhelming feeling of dread like I've just been sentenced to death. Apparently I was to demonstrate to the group some sacrifice just like Jesus did since we were supposedly going on a youth group retreat. The view goes to third person and I'm hanged in the demonstration, but then the action goes back into the food court as we search for food. There was a path to the left diagonal of the court so we go to that path which has stairs that we walk up. This place was a lot more complex than I had previously thought, so we navigated until we found a pizza place which reminded me greatly of my favorite pizza place irl. My friend Kolby asks me if I have the money so I reach into my wallet to find a 5 dollar bill and 2 ones. I order a slice of pizza and the guy says its 7 dollars and some amount of cents, so I don't have enough money. But I just brush it off and grab the plate from his hand and the pizza has an order of fries on top of it too. I get outside to the theatre place and see the noose and start to freak out, but some dream figure I presume to be the host of the show grabbed me and walked me away. He was bald and had a brown robe on, sort of like a sherpherd, and told me that I was to play the part of God and that Kolby was to be hanged. So I went to the back right corner of the theatre to play my part and the dream ended some time after that. Another dream I was playing a call of duty match against my friends Chris and Paul. It was supposed to be a 2v2 but I think my mind allowed Chris to be on both teams which made no sense. The first round starts and on the right side of the map is an old abandoned town and on the left is a gigantic hill with trees and a field on either side. The round ends with me losing, and in the second round Paul and I see each other across this big hill field place on the left but he snipes me. The third round I go into the town and look down my sniper scope to see both Paul and Chris lined up. I take a shot but apparently they were decoys, and when I turn around there are many decoy soldiers that were 2D distracting me. Last dream I had I was in my dad's garage and some girl from my school named Lindsay comes over because I was supposed to apologize to her. I awkwardly go for a hug but she doesn't hug me, so we sit down on this tall table with three seats. Then my dad was there talking to Lindsay, and there was a record playing on a record table next to the table we were sitting on and there was a two liter sprite bottle on our table. Suddenly, I'm in some restaurant with my youth group leader named Luke and my two friends Sam and Kolby. There are 8 chicken strips in a basket and a hotdog in it too on this table we were sitting around. The place is open with light coming through the windows. Apparently I could have the hotdog, but then Luke said it was a fish hotdog that he caught from the river so I decided I didn't want it anymore.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was standing on a tall, grey rock. I must have been right at the edge of a residential area that bordered a mountain or forest area. At first I was possibly looking up at the sky. The sun seemed to be so bright that I had to close my eyes. But at some point I heard my mom and another woman talking in my head. The two women were talking about a thunderstorm. I looked at the sky. Some heavy, grey-black clouds loomed off to my right, taking up half the sky. I could tell they were thunderclouds. I was really afraid of getting struck by lightning. I stood down on the ground now. I looked up at the sky again. I noticed that the left half of the sky was somewhat clear. It looked like the storm was getting pushed off to the right. I thought that if I walked more toward my left I could escape any impending lightning strikes. I ran to my left -- really afraid of a thunderstorm. I ended up in the crevice of a mountain. The landscape all around me was of barren rock. The rock was gritty and dull, kind of like a tannish grey granite. The area sloped downward for a bit, then flattened out, but remained ridged, like a molar tooth. There were a few other people in this area, mostly men. They seemed to be split up into pairs or threes, almost like fathers and sons. Each group seemed to be engaged in some task. I eventually ended up at some contraption made out of old wood. The contraption was like a C-shaped frame. It came up about to my chest. There may have been a couple other guys around me. I heard some people talking, either around me or in my head. The scene may have changed at some point. There had been some discussion of a guy. I asked what had happened to the guy. The person talking (in my head?) said some short phrase that led me to understand that the man had been convicted of murder and executed by hanging.
Peanut Butter Sammy I was hanging with two people that I wasn't really familiar about and hen I commented about how awkward it is to hang out with people that you don't know. I then made fun of one guy who was eating a peanut butter jelly sandwich.
Morning of September 30, 1967. Saturday. Regardless of my dream’s setting seeming like a street intersection, there is indoor outdoor ambiguity. (I am unsure if I am inside a large building or outside on an actual street). It seems to be early morning before sunrise. It is dark, but I can discern certain details. I become aware of what seems to be a Raggedy Ann doll hanging from a noose, though there is some degree of ambiguity where both hanging by the neck and hanging by the waist are considered. I mostly only see the silhouette of the doll itself and the shadow it casts. (My decision that it is hanging by the neck is based on influence from television Westerns such as “Gunsmoke”.) I eventually get the impression that it is hanging from an overhead traffic light and might be meant to be a street sign. I see its shadow cast upon a wall (which, due to indoor outdoor ambiguity, may be either an external or internal wall). I am also aware of a stop sign in the same general area, but only in octagonal silhouette. While pondering on why the doll is hanging from a traffic light and who might have put it up there, I slowly wake. Appearance of an intersection in a dream is autosymbolism for the neural gating of which occurs during RAS mediation. The indoor outdoor ambiguity validates this as being in the higher region of liminal space (when factors of the real indoor environment including the subliminal perception of really being asleep indoors, not necessarily rendered with bedroom implications, are modulated into the illusory outdoor setting of the dream state). A doll in a dream is typically autosymbolism for being physically inactive in unconsciousness. Therefore, I can reason that the hanging doll is an emergent consciousness precursor without preconscious personification in this case. It is the weekend in reality. I have concluded that, since my mother will not be coming in to wake me up earlier for school, the doll represents the emergent conscious factor as remaining passive, which means I can sleep longer or wake (as the intersection symbolizes the choice of), as there is no dominant waking alert factor. Assuming the doll is hanging by the neck, it would additionally be a possible biological warning relating to incidental sleep apnea (which did not occur in this case), though this condition is extremely rare for me. If by the waist, possibly a warning relating to intestinal stressors (which had not been validated in this case). This online dream journal entry was reformatted from the source material, abridged, and clarified on Thursday, 22 February 2018. Personal trivia: “The Hanging Doll” was retitled “The Omen” in early 1969. I later changed it back to “The Hanging Doll” in late 1972 to be more descriptive.
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