CF's dream diary

[CFTraveler]

Interesting...it links to another dream! Have you heard of dream cartography?

Somewhat, and I've thought of doing it- however, it may prove to be cumbersome, because it would take a long time, but I think it'd be worth it- I have a lot of interlocking dreams and recurrent scapes.
Hmmm, sounds interesting.

[CFTraveler]

I was dreaming about something to do with my (paternal) grandmother. I think I was in the house, but it merged into my maternal grandmother's (back of her) house. At some point in the dream, I have my eyes closed and can see things that I can't see with my eyes open- In the periphery I can see a small gray alien- he's about two or three feet tall, and doesn't interact with me- he's in the shadows looking around. He's actually kind of cute, like a pixellated cartoon character of an alien.
I try to look at him and lose the image, and I figure out I can only see him with my eyes closed. After a bit of this I do a few other things (I have forgotten most of them) and I woke up, realize I overslept, get up because I had things to do.
When I get up I see someone walk to my room, but making no noise. I follow this figure and find there's no one in my room, and check on the young'un, who is still asleep.
I decide I still wasn't awake yet, and was having walking hypnopomps. Or something.

[CFTraveler]

I had a series of dreams which finished on the beginning of a recurring theme- my father.
In this dream he had come to tell me he was going to die soon. I asked him how come he was going to die for a second time, since he came back after being dead for two years. He looked confused and told me he didn't remember having died before, and I told him how it had been- he died, was gone for two (in waking reality three) years, and came back. No one asked him about it, but he was dead for quite a long time before coming back, and he didn't talk about it either. He said he didn't remember.
Then in the end of the dream, he turned into an old man and someone else told me that it wasn't 'really' him.
Now I was in some sort of a marketplace and I was looking at a list of people who were supposed to be in some sort of organization, or of some sort of privilege. I realized I knew some of these people, and my cousin was in the list too.
I decided to not join the organization because I could get the 'magazines' for free, since I knew so many of the participants.

[CFTraveler]

I lay on the bed, and hear voices. I decide they're either self-aspects or spirits, I strain to listen to what they are saying, but have trouble hearing and understanding. I float off the bed and 'land' standing up (with my eyes closed) in the 'area' where my 'thoughts' would be, but I still don't understand.
I then 'really' get up off the bed, and walk towards the back of the house, where there is a bathroom that points to a laundry room. This seems 'wrong' to me and I decide to close the door so that the bathroom and laundry room somehow become different spaces (has to do with a window on the door) so I do this, and then I start walking towards the front of the house, which is now my house growing up. As I walk by my parent's bedroom I see a couple of old people there, no one I know, and the lady is holding open a jewelry box, and the man is standing besides her with a flashlight in his hand. (It's daytime). I see them and start screaming at them "what are you doing in my house?" and they look at me startledly, and I decide they must be burglars and I start to run out the front door and into the neighborhood. I make a beeline to the house where the people I still know live, and as I'm running towards their door, I start to fly up towards the top gable where there is a lot of greenery.
As I go into the greenery (it sort of pixellates as if I were going through it) it occurs to me that I am flying, and that this is a very weird way to travel, and I still don't realize I am dreaming, even as I wake up.

[CFTraveler]

I was back at my grandfather's house. It had been gutted and was redone, we were living in it, but there were other people visiting it (as if it were a museum). [This is a recurring theme].
My husband told me he had redone the "game room" (we don't have one, just a game table in the back porch). When I walked in, it was a large industrial-looking room much like the packing plant that was part of my grandfather's farmhouse, and he had slapped some siding on it that didn't make it to the top and there were some couches and a new ping-pong table. Our 'usual' table was there, and possibly some game machines too. It was cool but cheap-looking, and not very well done.
Also, the original house had a basement and the first floor was wood, and in this dream he had removed the (now rotten) wood floor and the floor was now what used to be the basement, hence the very tall ceiling.
I was having trouble navigating the new 'look', but people were walking around touring the place, which was my house.
It didn't bother me having all of them doing it either, I kept reminiscing with some 'town elders' about my favorite parts of the house (which is true and has been expressed in dream previous times).
At some point I awoke very sad.

[CFTraveler]

Two dreams I remember:
In the first one, I was in a house or room waiting to die, because it had been foretold (by me). Another woman (I suspect she was another version of me, she looked a bit like my avatar) came to the house and tried to convince me to get out of the house and I said that I'd prefer to die at home, not 'out there somewhere'. She then proceeded to eat an Alka-Seltzer tablet and started to gag and foam at the mouth. At this moment I Heimliched her and the tablet popped out. As I was Heimliching her I was thinking that perhaps this is what I had 'seen', and it was not my death, but her near/death. I was pondering this when I woke up as she started to come to. Nobody died and I woke up.

Second dream, before wakeup time:
We were on our way to some sort of outdoor activity. We were in some sort of camping place (with a lodge/dining room, similar to a summer camp). We were walking with some friends we know IRL and my friend S. asked me to go with her to the store to get groceries for dinner. As we walked in the store I noticed that there was only three items- turkey, some vegetables, and some liquid. I didn't want that, and I left the store without groceries.
As we got back to where everyone was, we were walking to a place where everyone was, and we were talking about what we were going to do first. I was hungry so we decided to go to the 'dining room' (more like a mess hall) and in the 'restaurant' all that was available was turkey, mashed potatoes and some kind of dessert. I then realized that it was what was in the grocery store.
We sat down to eat and watch some movie about how the ingredients were raised (like an agricultural video) and I was kind of angry because the rest of our group was sitting in a different room having a social time while we were somewhere else.
I woke up, kind of frustrated.

[CFTraveler]

I was somewhere and was being left behind by my family. I ran to them and felt they were ignoring me. After we got home I started arguing with my husband and he didn't look at me or talk to me. My son also acted as if I weren't there at all. This went on for a long time in various places, to my increasing frustrations. I cried and screamed and no one acknowledged me.
As I was waking up I had the thought that I had died and that's why everyone acted as if I wasn't there- because I wasn't. This made me realize how it must be for people who die unexpectedly- they probably should be told by a family member.

[Beekeeper]

Your dreams have been a little sad lately.

[CFTraveler]

Yes, I blame not feeling well for it.

Last night I had a series of dreams, which may or may not come back to me-
But somewhere in the middle of the night I awoke with astral sight (or remote viewing in the quality of etheric sight, a kind of grainy- night-vision quality sight) and I was watching everything crumble around me- an earthquake (I couldn't 'feel' it, like a vibration or shaking, but I could see everything around me shake and things topple down and kind of 'undo' themselves as they came down- and I was somewhere outside of a city or town that had buildings- sidewalks and buildings, and people running around- shaking and falling. I opened my eyes (it was dark) and some of it continued to go on (and fade), and then when I closed my eyes again, I could see and 'feel' (visually) it, and it slowly faded away. I thought of waking my husband, but thought better of it.

[-asalantu-]

¡Hi, CF!

A similar dream had my mother (89 years old), yesterday, at about 3:00 A.M. (Argentinian time). This time is accurate since she got awake and cannot sleep again.

At dream events were: "She was looking through window of her house. She saw as all building collapse and at the same time ceilings (zinc made of) take flight as sequel of a strong wind (a detail what I forget to tell you when referring dream at that another forum). This events continues until horizon line becomes fully visible."

What a curious combination: earthquake plus strong wind.

My mother is not familiar with this thematics; that adds a bit of strangeness to dream.

Another (and repeated at least once more time) dream on catastrophic context was about 30 years ago: Skies were in fire, and people get shelter in caves at hills neigbouring city.

Sincerely,
Ángel

Sincerely,
Ángel