I enter my school's sixth form building late at night. As I head down the hall towards the dining area I can't see anything around. The hall is black carpeted and so is the larger room. The usual round tables are nowhere to be found and the serving counter is lower and farther forward than it is in real life. It's made of smooth white marble. The fridge is also shifted to the left. Though not quite real, the room is easily recognisable. Nobody is around, but I get the impression a big gathering has just ended. Everyone else has probably gone upstairs already. (Seems like this is a dormitory in the dream - IRL there are only classrooms upstairs). There are lots of desserts left over. On the counter are two large slate trays, each piled with jelly cut into cubes and stacked. One tray holds red jelly and the other, yellow. In the fridge is another tray of orange jelly and a cake liberally piped with cream on the top and around the sides. A few slices have already been cut out. Pitchers of clear juice or squash are on the shelf, one cherry-pink and one orange. I love desserts. I'm thrilled and head over to fill a plate. I am really annoyed that I don't remember anything more! I've yet to taste food in a dream, still.
(Side notes: 1. This is my first time posting on this website, so excuse any newbieness that I may have. I found it just this morning and saw that there was a place to put dream journal entries. I have more than 100 notes on my phone of dreams that I have had in the past. If anyone would like to hear about some of those past dreams just let me know, ill gladly post them. 2. The way I tell my dreams may be a little sloppy and/or confusing because I write them down right when I wake up and try to get it all down as fast as possible before I forget important details. If you have any questions or if something doesn't make total sense feel free to ask about it.) Dream: This dream that I had happened to, what I consider, to have a dream within a dream. Although I never truly woke up in it, instead I started noticing things that I hadn't noticed before and realized that what was going on wasn't what the "real world" (actually that dream world) should have been like. Anyway, we'll call them the story dream (since it was like i was just following a storyline) and the real dream for organizational purposes. The story dream was nothing interesting, just me going throughout my normal school day, talking to people and what not, so I won't give any details about that. Although throughout that dream I kept noticing something stalking me in the shadows. I remember seeing it multiple times and thinking "that isn't suppose to be there, why is it there?" In the story dream I had a best friend who wasn't actually anyone that i knew irl. Him and I would go throughout our day doing regular stuff, but kept joking around and saying "we need to put your underwear on our heads one day and run around like that". I would just laugh and be like "nah lets not do that." Anyway, it was raining and we were walking to a pizza place for lunch. It was weird because the only way i was able to tell the story dream from the real dream was that the story dream was VERY brightly colored and had a jelly like effect to it (ex. every time I opened a door or touched something it would wiggle like jello for a few seconds), while the real dream was all in black and white. In the story dream i paid no attention to the jelly factor because i thought it was normal. So then skip forward because I dont remember anything after walking in the door of the pizza place. All i remember next is being kidnapped by the man that owned the pizza parlour. He took me into his attic and i saw a black cat up there as well. That's when the jelly effect went away and EVERYTHING became black and white. He kept telling me that i was in danger. I asked him how and he said that there was this giant creature coming to destroy my world. I asked him where i was now and he said i was in "second dimension earth" and that i lived in "seventh dimension earth". I believed everything he said and asked how i was supposed to kill this creature. I dont remember him responding at all, but instead skipping to the black cat sitting in a corner. The cat comes out of the shadows and said that he was the thing stalking me in the story dream. I didn't believe him one bit for some reason. Something told me not to. I told him that he looked much different from the thing that was stalking me, until he walked back into the shadows and proved to me that he was indeed the creature that was following me. I was in shock. They both started to explain to me that everything that is able to travel between different dimensions has a different form in each one. You cannot control which one you are in unless your body feels the need to give you control. The cat started switching between the two forms that he had, showing me examples. At first he was a sleek black cat, then turned into an owl. It looked silver, almost like it was just pure silver light. They explained how when youre in the wrong dimension for a specific form you look like a silver shadow, but once in the correct dimension you will look normal. So i figured the owl must have been the cats form but for a different dimension. The fat pizza man was explaining all of this stuff to me and the cat was continuously changing forms so that i could see how it worked. The pizza man also explained how if you are the chosen one that once you travel to a certain dimension that turns you into the creature that you were born as you can never change again and travel through every dimension as that creature. Skip forward again and i was battling some massive, all black... thing. I wish i could explain to you what it looked like, but i never got a good look at it. It was HUGE and all black. I could see no form of human or animal traits. It was almost like it was a 2D black creature, but was in fact 3D. There was just no detail to it. I was struggling to hurt this... thing because of how big it was. It had crashed through the building, but only its foot was on the floor i was on. The rest of it was scaling the building. That should explain how massive it was in size. I was stabbing its foot with a dumb kitchen knife when somehow my friend from before came in and was like whoa whats going on. I was asking him how he got in here when the creature kicked him back into the story dream. There was a whole in the wall from where he got kicked and i could see him floating in space with a bunch of other brightly colored and wiggly objects. I don't entirely know what happened but it seemed like there was no gravity there, but only there. I suddenly got the feeling that he was dead and i became enraged. I didnt know where the cat or the pizza man went so all i was thinking of was ways to kill this thing. Suddenly the roof got torn off and thats when i noticed that the creature was all black. Next to it there were three dragons flying around. A brown one, a red one, and a green one. Everything was still in black in white but somehow I knew what colors they were. Then my entire perspective changed to being, what seemed like, was inside of my body. I was trying to tear out of it almost. I ripped through whatever I was in and emerged as a MASSIVE dragon. Id say 3 times as big as the three other dragons, but not nearly as big as the black creature. I was never able to see myself, but i knew I had a silver lion's mane and was covered in color changing scales. I flew up to the other dragons and they bowed to me. I remember feeling completely shocked when my dream skips again. I'm not entirely sure what was happening next, but all i can say is that it seemed like i was bouncing through dimensions. I crashed through the floor of the pizza place and ended up in, what i will now call Jellymoto. (You'll see why I call it that in a bit) Once i was there i went back crashing through and ended up back in the black and white dimension. I did that several times until i saw my friend from before floating around with a bunch of my underwear. He wasn't dead, but i could tell he was dying. I was back in human form somehow and started collecting all of my panties. I handed him a pair while placing one on my head. He put them on his head as well and i shifted back to dragon form and put him on my back. I never said anything to him, but remember thinking "If youre going to die, then youre gonna fight by my side until you do". I crashed back through to the other dimension with him sitting on my back screaming "FOR JELLYMOTO!" Somehow doing that killed the creature because my dream skips yet again and we're all back in the attic. Im still in dragon form while they explain to me that I'm like a god. I wasn't JUST the chosen one, but a daughter of some type of goddess or something. They said i was the most powerful being while i changed from hundreds of real creatures to make believe ones. Then suddenly i woke up.
Morning of August 16, 2015. Sunday. Rewritten for clarification and supplemented Friday, 25 August 2017. In the first part of my dream, I read at least halfway through a paperback crime novel (possibly by Erle Stanley Gardner, though this is not certain). I retain much of what I read for a few minutes after each page, enough to get a general idea of what the story is about, but I eventually forget most of it. It concerns a jewel thief who escapes by traveling by jumbo jet to another country while meeting a female on the airplane. He becomes interested in her and sees her again later on. She is a secretary that eventually goes to work for him. My reading of the paperback crime novel expands into an amateur play aboard the airplane. I find at least two people (unknown and unfamiliar) who I decide to act out the story with as our airplane takes off and flies to wherever we are going. One of these other passengers, who mostly stands to my left as I am seated on the right side of the airplane about the fourth seat back, is a young female who becomes wary about doing this as if perhaps she thinks that movies or plays made from novels are filmed or performed exactly as they are. For example, if an actor plays someone who is killed, the actor will actually be killed at that point. This seems to be an extraordinarily ignorant belief, yet in my dream, it seems typical of ordinary people to hold such beliefs. She eventually comments on the persona of the jewel thief in the story and decides to free herself of this little fictional drama and return to her own seat, no longer being interested. I am somewhat annoyed that the play was not completed, but my thoughts shift to other things. There is an idea that I need to make a beanie. The beanie will have a blue and white mandala design spreading over the center from the top down somewhat like a simplified spiderweb design. Another (unknown) female complains about me wanting to create the beanie (which I plan on finishing on the airplane before we land) from scratch and asks me why I do not just buy one. (In some ways, this is like saying to someone who wants to learn to play guitar to go out and buy a music CD or someone who wants to build a house to just look at pictures of houses.) At any rate, I explain to her how the design and creation has to be mine (similar to a real life event when I made a headband, as it had to be a design taken directly from my dream). I start working on my beanie, but I do not complete it before I wake. Meanwhile, I am given an on-flight meal which ends up leaving a horrid sweet taste in my mouth after waking. It is some sort of serving-tray-sized clump of thicker reddish jelly or conserves that is not fresh and is shaped somewhat like a land form relating to the Colorado Plateau. I do not want to eat it, but there is nothing else to eat so I eat most of it. I wake before the airplane lands. Time to explain the meaning of this dream, yes? I am certainly not talking about “interpretation” but about inherent meaning and why this dream is as it is. Firstly, I am on an airplane. This usually has nothing to do with waking life (unless prescient or based on literal dynamics from recent experiences) but is an obvious dream state indicator. This is primarily based on the floating sensation of entering sleep and the residual memory of such. (How difficult could it be for a person of average intelligence to immediately realize this?) Over twenty percent of my dreams have more obvious flight symbols. This includes tens of thousands of dreams over a fifty-year time period. As a result, can you imagine what I think when I read about “dream interpretation” as the term is often used? (To be honest, I do not think you could.) Then there is the paperback crime novel. Since being unconscious in the dream state is a “puzzling” state of awareness, the rendering becomes actualized in this case as a mystery novel and is even expanded into my dream’s environment as such (and how often would such an event occur in real life even symbolically?). Why am I making a beanie in this particular dream? I am trying to implement a connection to my outer (conscious self’s) awareness in real time (and completeness in consciousness regarding what a mandala represents). There is non-lucid dream control. A part of me knows I am dreaming (as is most often the case) yet the lucidity is not viable or held within my dream self’s inherently fictional memory. Making this cap is similar to other dreams involving my dream self attempting to initiate waking (and this is also why there is no dominant preconscious personification or other preconscious factor). The unknown female complaining about me wanting to make the beanie is possibly a distorted perception of me believing (or actually perceiving within the same level of consciousness as her as we are sleeping) that my wife does not yet want to wake. This is certainly not meant to sound negative. No one else could even come close to her beauty or compatibility with me. The weird dessert at the end of my dream likely relates to a few factors. (Red desserts have appeared in other dreams since childhood.) It may relate to having low blood sugar after a long sleep. It may be a rendering of the subliminal awareness of an odd taste in my mouth. Red dominating a dream typically means I have been sleeping a bit too long (or sleeping too long in one position). The association with a Colorado plateau may also indicate partial dehydration (and the need to rehydrate after waking, which is very important). See how this dream is based on the real-time dynamics of sleeping, dreaming, and waking rather than having feasible conscious self relevance as main factors in this case? A person of reasonable intelligence should be able to grasp this with no difficulty. Even so, most of my dreams have threads of literal prescience, which could not be discerned by “interpretation” either. Thank you for reading and understanding.
Updated 09-09-2019 at 10:19 AM by 1390
I was standing atop a rock platform, floating in the space surrounded by black, jelly substance. I had to jump to the other platforms, but when I tried strong wind pushed me into space, and when I touched jelly I've got teleported to my house. I appeared on the coach in the living room. My mother appeared and said: "Wind pushed you out? There's a combination that can stop the wind, so you could try again." Then she took a Rubik's cube, and after making a combination I got teleported again. I landed in a ghost town from western films. Whole place was surrounded by green-gray jelly, and there were huge fishes resembling dinosaurs swimming in it. There were weapons scattered around. I looked around, and saw that the whole town was taken by cultists of Tchernobog. I sneaked past a few of them, and found Springfield rifles used in WWII behind a church. There was a salloon in front of the church. Atop the high building, there were cultists waiting with bundles of TNT for me to appear. I jumped from behind the corner and started to shoot. Cultists with shotguns and rifles ran around like crazy, trying to shoot me all the time. Cultists from the rooftop threw TNT spreading destruction all around. My rifle was so strong that it knocked enemies many metres back. When I finally shot down all those brown robed men, a huge fish from the jelly started to swim in my direction. I tried to run away, but the fish was getting closer.
(I don't know why I bothered making this a thread, I should've just done a Dream Journal entry =/ oh well) Okay so I dream that I'm leaving work. It's raining outside, and it's really dark. I come to a four way stop and then I realize I'm not in a car, and that if I want I can just run through traffic to get where I want to go. I look left and then right. There's a semi-truck turning very slowly and across from me a car arrives at the stop sign there. I'm afraid he'll just cut through traffic so I turn right and run down the street. I decide I can run where I want, so I leap up onto the sidewalk and ignore the light, since I'm not in a car I don't have to obey traffic laws. As I'm running I can feel the rain soaking through my clothes. I come to an alley, and on the ground I find the book I'm reading IRL. I pick it up, I have no idea how long it's been sitting in the rain, but it's soggy. I hope it's not entirely ruined. I climb up a fire escape a little ways down the alley. It's then I realize I'm not myself, I'm a teenage boy. I wonder briefly why I would be leaving work so late, or even if I'd be allowed to work at my age. My subconscious comes up with a plot hole filler: the world has become so expensive to live in that they lowered the age requirement for most places. A girl I work with lives in the house I'm climbing in to. I worry because I know her parents wouldn't be happy if they found a boy in her room. I go through the window, open her door and see a flight of stairs immediately outside. I can see the front door from here. I make a run for it. The girl comes around the corner and gasps in shock. "What are you doing here? You can't be here!" "I know, I'm sorry. It's just that--" Her mom shows up. She looks over my shoulder and I know she's looking at the open door to her daughter's room. "Were you hiding a boy in your room?" "No momma." "Really?" I cut in, "I'm sorry, I just left work and it was raining and--" The woman narrows her eyes at me. "What's in your backpack?" I hand it to her. She starts rifling through it, I have no idea what she expects to find. She pulls out my lunch, it's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich still in the ziploc bag. She makes fun of it, poking at it and squeezing it until the peanut butter comes out. She brushes past me and goes up to her daughter's room. I try to follow her to explain what I was doing here, but by the time I get there she's playing the piano under the open window. She's singing in a high pitched voice: "Liiiiiiiittttttlllleee sandwiiiich! Littttttllllleeee PEAAAAAANNUUUUT SAAAAAAAANDUWIIIIIIICH!!!" Somehow I know she's making fun of me. I turn away to talk to my friend. "Don't mind her, she gets like that sometimes...quick! Leave while she's still distracted!"
I'm with my friend and we need to go to this old abandoned house to reclaim some stuff. Turns out it was my grandparents and they moved away so I needed to get some items we left there before the house is destroyed. We enter the house and reclaim some money and really thats all we needed. I then remember I left some sneakers that I wanted to bring home. I notice that somehow that are missing. My friend tells me they are under the floorboard for some off reason and I rip the floorboard out and reclaim my shoes! As we leave we are confronted by this horrible man that is playing some game called "peanut butter and jelly". He asks us to play, but we decline. He gets angry and starts to throw stuff at us. We run from him and escape. Pretty random, and boring dream. Nothing to be too excited about. I've had much better!
1) Me and my friend Dan. S were waiting at the bus-stop that I always wait at to go to college. I think we were with our other friends Tom and Matt.B, but i'm not sure. It was very sunny, and Dan was showing us his revolutionary, new idea of eating Peanut butter and Jelly. All he did was spread a bit of Peanut Butter onto a regular knife that I was holding, and then proceeded by putting some jam on it. I then ate it off of the knife, and it tasted pretty good - no better than eating it in a sandwich though. Me and the others just let him have his fun and agreed that it was a good idea, although we weren't convinced We then started walking up the hill to another bus stop. 2) Me, Tom, Will, Matt.C and some others were at an open evening at our college. We were in a fairly big hall that I had never seen before. It was very dark inside, with no lights on and only the some faint street lamps outside making it able to see people. Everyone's parents were there two, but we wanted to stay together, so they were all separate. I looked to the far back left, and saw my Dad stood on his own, trying to look over the large crowd of people building up in the hall. Everyone was stood up, talking and waiting for something to happen. There was music in the background playing popular radio songs. It was a similar atmosphere to waiting for a band to come on at a gig...except it was a parents evening Eventually, some teenage girls started doing some sort of dance on stage. There was about 15 of them, and they were split into blocks, moving together to create shapes. There were exclusively black girls in the middle of the rectangular shape, which I thought was a bit racist. 3) IRL, there's a boy who walks around my College dressed as a pirate and in this dream stem, my friend Chelsea called him a "fucking hipster". 4) A kid who I used to play football with when I was younger who left my secondary school in year 8 called Harry.W's family bought the Tower of London as a family home. I think it was for his Dad's business, but Harry was just living there for the fun. His bedroom was on the top floor of the tower. I'm fairly sure the building was the Tower of London, however it was much more modern - more like the Empire State Building, but definitely in London. In this room, he had access to the cameras that take souvenir photos that you can buy. Because of this, he regularly had friends round - some of which were my friends, like Latham.C, Luke.Y, Matt.S etc. When they were round, he'd take a lot of these pictures and put them all on facebook. His profile picture was him with the bedroom window view of London in the background. It was cloudy and fairly dark outside, and the dream was shown through a series of snapshots of novelty pictures.
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