I was with my aunt. She was attempting to show me some video of something on vhs. The video she put in looked like it was an after school special from the 1980s, and as we let it play it became apparent that the teenagers on the video were talking about being gay. It wasn’t the video she had hoped to show me, but before she could remove it my grandfather (her father)whom had been in the room— played by no other than George Bush Senior in this dream- became upset and started lecturing my aunt on how it was wrong to be gay, why would she play a tape like this, etc. I tried to step in and said that young people think differently now, and that there was nothing wrong with it. He listened with a concerned but not angry look on is face, and then tried to explain to me why it was wrong. He asked me if I was an artist, I said yes and that I was pretty left-leaning in general. I said didn’t know what it was like to fight in a war but maybe some people he fought with were gay. (Thinking of Bush’s WWII days I guess) He tried to list statistics and I forget what happened after that. There was an open door to the outside and I heard the sound of a hawk. I knew before I looked the it was a baby hawk, and I went and picked it up and moved it over to a ‘safe’ place on the edge of a parking lot with other little baby birds. Later I was handed a kitten, and I walked round with it and showed it to people. My husband and I were on a trip in Europe. We were at the beginning of a many-legged-flight. The plane almost left me behind. Instead of being inside of the plane my perspective was from the rear outside of the plane and as if I were laying in bed. We were in the air for what seemed like five minutes when the pilot began the landing procedure. I felt the plane speed up tremendously as we descent, and we landed on a cobblestone or brick road in between to long rows of cargo shipping containers. The plane drove along this road until we reached the sea, and the he stopped the plane perched on a semi-steep rock, so as passengers exited they had to step partially in water and then climb up a wet, slippery rock. The pilot laughed at us. We had landed in Spain or Greece (people were saying both) though it looked more like a town from a fantasy novel. The sun was setting and the sky was pink. There were giant, intricate marble statues of animals and trees all around. I was taking photographs. Some people went into a convenience store. Thoughts: Hmm. A conservative patriarchal figure. The subject of homosexuality broached. Baby birds. Traveling, planes, statues. I keep wondering if any of this was spawned by something I watched on television recently. Especially the George Bush part. WTF was he doing here? He sort of reminded me of someone…not my father or grandfathers…I can’t place it. This just occurred to me—I wonder if he was supposed to represent my aunt’s real father (my Mom's real father), who passed away when she was three and before I was born. He was conservative and religious, and he fought in the Korean war. My grandmother had remarried when I was very young so the man I knew as my grandfather on the side was my mother’s step-father. The giant marble statues almost seemed like Gods. I have thought a bit about mythology recently, and perhaps I was scanning the gods from above in my mind in this dream.
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I remembered so many dreams after I woke up, but now that I'm in front of computer I only remember two. >.> dream 1 - I was a hawk myself. I was staring into a golden eagle's eye in front of me - It had yellow eye, I imagined its eye in green color to get the feeling of 'awareness' (semi-LD?). The golden eagle and another hawk flew away, and I flew with them together too, across the pink sky. And then I was on the tree branch, staring people down the street. Somebody commented on my appearance. dream 2 - I did WILD but I was lucid in low level. I was riding Ikran with Atras and Katsuno, and maybe juroara. Don't remember any detail Atras said something to guide us... dream 3 - I was on DV and got a pm from someone that I should mass pm active members again, with pictures and vid clips. I replied, 'umm...okay' and then I got 2 pms from Shockwave, and Oceanboy. And then I was looking at twitter page, my fav rock band posted a picture of famous Korean comedian I know together with them. They said he was funny as hell.
Thebeastofold's Dream I did 2 WBTB's last night before i started dreaming... high school, laundry tennis, football star? no dream recall for me yesterday but this one started, i was playing tennis in an indoor tennis court and there was laundry piled up infront of the net on my side..in baskets folded, and just piles...i was playing doubles with sherlock holmes brother from the new movie which i saw yesterday, the other side of the net was some high school tennis star guy, and some teacher looking older guy, dont know who he is... and the racket i was using was exteremely heavy... i kept trying to serve and either miss the ball, throw it too hgih or off center, or hit it practically sideways...the guy i was playing with, holmes brother talked constantly, i dont know about what, dotn remember, i wanted my own racket, so idecided to go find it..then everyone disappeared and i walked into what looked like a locker room. offices looking for my racket, i ran into some woman and she said, you need to, your shed has it, up...um ok.....so i followed her out of the area i was in and she went around a corner and vanished, i followed around the corner and found a stairwell going up, and it was very dark..all of a sudden i was 3/4 of the way up the stairs and the woman i just saw was now coming up the stairs behind me..there were lights buitl into the wall on he right and she was turning them on and off as she passed by them....so i followed along ad did the same until i got upstairs, then i came out into the hallway of what looked like my old high school.....there were people sitting inthe hall, leaning against lockers etc..and a guy that looked like a football player, he had a weird jersey on who was puking his brains out ansd everyone kept asking if he was ok...allof a suddeni'm walking out onthe football feild in full uniform and pads and was trying out for the team..as nose tackle...i manage to tackle the qb guy, who was previously puking his brains out, and when he gts up, he starts puking agian..green glowing puke this time says i'm alright, really, and collapses and starts convulsing...everyone runs to him and i turn around, and now my nephew is qb and we're lining up tu run a play but now theres a wall between us with a doorless doorway in the middle, and i can see my nephew through the doorway.....i walk off the field and into another building and my cellphone rings, a guy asks about office supplies..and i tell him, you called my high school, not office place..uh..ok... suddenyl i'm in my shed in the backyard and theres like 30 or 40 empty light sockets of all shapes and sizes, but the shed is brightly lit somehow... i started trying, first, climb a ladder, it seems i forgot how, then when i figured it out, trying to fit a big box of lightbulbs that suddenly appeared into their proper sockets, all the while a radio was playing somewhere interviewing wil smith and the dj kept calling him "da freash prince" "the world misses da prince" and every time wil starts trying to talk the dj interrupts and says somethng about "da prince) odd... so i walk out of the shed, and theres a car next to my shed with the hood open and a guy rolling on the ground with blood squirting everywhere so i run over and grab his upper left arm where the blood seems to be coming from and the bleeding stops, i help him up and we walk over to a 5 story building that is now in my front yard ...0_o... we walk inside and go into what looks like a schools front office and get in line...the guy looks at me and says "might as well open my casket" and i look at him and say "I guess thats what i suppose, canadian high school" woke up... dream fragment.....group of people...large hawk... just a dream fragment, i was standing in a large group of people and there was a lady standing next to me with a full arms length leather glove and a large falcon or hawk, not sure which, standing on her hand...and the hawk or falcon, kept trying to jump on me, i would try to catch it, but everytime i felt its talons sinking into my arm i would toss it up in the air and it would land back on her hand, then shed toss it back at me..over and over...she said "they used to wear hoods for calm down" woke up...
My house was a combination of my present home, my childhood home, and my Grandparents Victorian home. My GF was with me, and I got the impression other people were around the house but early in the dream I didn't see them. The visuals were vibrant and realistic. I asked my GF to wait for me in the attic for some reason. She had just taken a shower and agreed happily. I went into the bathroom after she got out, and I could hear her moving around the floor above me. (Hearing people through walls is a dream sign: Dream 005 & Blackbird Flying) I went down stairs, which led to a weird mix of my Grandparents Victorian and my childhood home. My Mom was down there in a ground level green sitting room. It had a small curtained window with blue dusk light spilling out around the edges of the curtain. She was day dreaming or deeply in thought. We had small talk for a while. I decided not to keep my GF waiting any longer, I entered my middle bedroom which actually exists in my present house. Inside the closet, there was an extremely old looking pull down latter. I climbed up the latter about 10ft into a small square attic with four shelves. On the shelves were lots of stuffed animals and books. I felt confused. I saw no where else to go. (Recall gets hazy.) From behind me someplace came a woman I took to be one of my cousins, but, never got a clear look at her and didn't recognize her. She pointed out a black and white brochure that recorded the history of one of my ancestors who's books were stored in this attic. There were many unusual sounding books (none of which I recall the exact name of). I remember thinking, a few of these books I would like to "check out" of this library. (Recall gets hazy.) After looking at the brochure, the space in the attic had opened up. There was a series of rooms situated on the beams in the attic precariously. None had walls, some "rooms" required a leap over weak "fall through" points between beams. There was a group of family members up there with me by this point. None who I recognized or recall clearly. I was fascinated by the familiar location , and the dangerous areas of the attic. (Recall gets hazy.) I looked out an attic window and the view was consistent with a view from the roof of my Grandparents Victorian home (which does have an attic). *I saw two brown hawks flying away. One of them was wearing a strange pendant. I was worried how I "lost" my girlfriend. I was still watching the Hawks fly away from an old looking house about attic height. I heard a voice attempting to reassure me: "Do not worry about her. Many of your family members were abducted from this attic, and returned." -I woke up. The attic dream location is olden. There is no accessible attic space in my present home, or any home I have lived in. I'm extremely happy to have logged current dreams that are consistent in ways with my dreams from over 10-years ago. I was wondering if a lot of our old dream themes get retired. Some of my dreams from the late 90's clearly featured elements from early childhood, but my recent dreams didn't seem too. The other problem was, when I did get the sense I had dreamed of an older theme, for some reason those dreams were more difficult to remember. I would recall only a vague impression of a distorted home. Likewise, part of my goals for mapping dreamland included using my home as a gateway to old dream locations and repressed dream memories. In 11-months of efforts, this dream is the first with vivid recollection of childhood dream archetypes. Although I've had dream fragments of secret passages and elevators leading to weird but familiar dream locations. (*) Birds flying is becoming a nightly dream sign. It's resulted in levels of lucidity in repeated dreams.
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22.02.2011The Girl and the Lynx (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID It's daylight, and I'm walking along a footpath on the University of Missouri campus. This sidewalk passes through some trees in a cove surrounded by three buildings; off to my right is the Chemistry building that I know well from childhood. There's a girl with me; I have no idea who she is, and indeed I don't even recall what she looks like or what name she goes by. But we are walking together, side by side, and she is important for some reason. As we near the trees, the girl spots a White Hawk resting on some low-lying branches overhead. I tell her that the Hawk has lived here for years (a dream memory), and the girl seems to agree that this must be the case. I walk carefully as we pass under the branches. The path now passes between two buildings; up ahead is an open grassy area where, perhaps 30 meters away, stands the girl's father. At his feat lies a Lynx or young Lion, I cannot determine which, exactly. The girl steps forward towards her dad, and I follow closely behind. Her dad seems quite nice, and we all chat for a few minutes. My attention, however, is fixated on that big, wild cat at our feet. It bares its long canines to show me that it can tear me to pieces if I make a wrong move. I'd like to think I could fend it off somehow if necessary, but it's probably best to avoid angering it in the first place. I grow wary, but the girl's dad says not to worry, just tread lightly and the cat won't harm me. I take his advice, and all three of us walk further along the sidewalk to a parking lot where the girl's dad has parked his car. And as we do, I can practically feel the cat's eyes on my back--watching attentively--as I walk away. When we arrive at the car there is a momentary question of who should take the passenger seat. I offer it up to the girl, but her dad insists I ride up front with him. The dream ends here, but I am left with the weird feeling that I had just been speaking with my dad, though the girl was most certainly not my sister. How strange. (Wake.)
I was right next to the hersey track and i remember luke waldschmidt being near me as well as a few younger runners. I looked into the sky and saw a hawk flying so far in the sky (it looked like the size a dove from my pov). then a minute later a thunderbird (cryptid with wingspans up to 40 ft or more!) came out of nowhere and tore the hawk into shreads. Then the hawk fell down right in front of us (the hawk itself was big; about a little less than 6ft big) phase 2: saw mtn dew distortion in glass bottles.
Friday, 15 January 1971. 1,488-N1. 36 second read. From the front door of my Cubitis home, I walk onto the carport at midnight. The house is high in the sky inside a tornado. A bird as tall as me flies straight through the spinning debris beyond the carport. His appearance is that of a sparrowhawk. He lands on the edge of the east end of the carport but remains still after ruffling his feathers. I sense he is here to help me. He wears a crown. I have a deep feeling of peace and timelessness. Note: There was a minimal influence from the Woggle-Birds act from “Jack and the Beanstalk” (1967) and the twister scene from “The Wizard of Oz” (1939). My dream begins with the physiological influence of vestibular-motor sensations (from REM atonia). It changes from spontaneous vestibular-motor responses to controlled and more defined. A crown appears with increased dream state awareness. It reveals higher metacognitive management of the dream state.
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