CF's dream diary

Early morning dream.
I was in my bed, drying my son, who had just taken a shower or bath. He was about six years old in this dream.
Now I was in my bed, and I look at the right (opposite) side of the bed. Standing by the bed, looking like a child, with wet hair, was my mother. When I saw her I wasn't lucid, and then her presence as a child brought it to me, and I thought "she can't be here, she is dead." Then I looked at her, who was smiling, and I told her I loved her. When I said it she started to become blurry, and I said it again, and sent her love from my heart, and she completely dissipated before me.
I shortly woke up, and found out I had a horrible headache. Horrible. I got up and my hubby, who was in the bathroom when I got up, got me a couple of aspirins, and I had to sit around for a while before going back to bed.

I forgot! I'll come back to it.

The night before last night: My mother had a castle by the sea. In it we all had rooms. My younger brother and my sister were on opposite ends, he was looking out the window staring at a jungle garden, my sister had a room that overhung the sea, and the water came in through the lower level of the room (two levels). The water came in (pounding surf) and when it did, some of it splashed on her bed. I asked her how can she sleep at night, and she just shrugged. My oldest brother and I had other rooms in the house, but I didn't see him, and I can't remember anything specific about my room.

Last night's (or rather, morning's) dream was depressing, about me going back to school after I graduated. Lost and unhappy.

ruminating the past, the variances of sibling paths reaching forward to present. reluctance, perhaps regret, perhaps choices made desperately of despair. the spiritual path may not deliver happiness found in it's starting moments, but one is delivered beyond any path's ability to momentarily satiate desires. the road least taken oft looks back, but when one a-gain turns, well...they've turned, to step out into new ground never before humanly walked upon. this does require specifics, this merely requires the eye ever in awe of the unseen scene seen. remembrance forges the road less traveled, for every stepped foot of it is now open for any that would follow. this is important in such as todays world, where the many upon the road most tripped over never get out of history's entrench-ments. pluck the fig from fig-ment of such a roomed house, eat it, for sustenance to step out a-gain re-newed.

Robert Frost ~ The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20

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AH...this 20 + YOU (3in1) = 23, AHYAH...this 20 or 10/10 = 1, that 1 + YOU as 3 = 4, the 4th; yet YOU is 1, and 1+1 = 2, the 2 [twins] that are 1/1 = 1, the 1 that is T[woe]d; woe = voe because a double u or uu = v [vav], voe means turned, metanoia ~ inwardly free, kept first for another day!

edit: CFT, feel free to delete this reply if you wish to.

Last night's dream was totally about the previous dream.
I had gone back to work to my previous job, and 'woke up' in it, realized it was 2am. The reason I didn't realize it was so late is that everyone was there- apparently there were two shifts and the lights were on. I then got up to leave, and as I walked to the parking lot I realized that due to the security implications of this job, the nighttime shift did things differently- you had to be taken to the parking lot, and allowed there, if you had all the proof you worked there (in other words, you had to go through a ridiculous rigmarole to get out of there during the night.) So I showed my Id and was shown to tunnels that I had to go through to get to the other side. There were others, so I joined them as we went through this underground tunnel. When we got to the other side, there was a river we had to cross with a ferry, and I got into the ferry and crossed through the water with the others that went with me. The scenery was beautiful, it was a nice ride, but long. When I finally got to the parking lot, now there were a series of locks and fences and elevators and all manner of bs to go through, but I did, and finally got to my car. I then thought that this wasn't worth the bs just to go back to work.
Then I woke up, reflecting on the answer I had received from the previous dream, and realized that going back to 3d work is not what I yearn for, and I wondered if my next thing is feet first- and then I heard a voice that said "not feet first" and said other stuff I (naturally) forgot. Even said a name, that may or may not come back, will come back to it if it does.

heart first, the heart within is synonymous with the earth as life out.....here. life is 'what' you are with, and unless the heart is on board one can walk their whole life with feet going nowhere, because where is not of things, it is of You. so, it isnt even head first, surrender nineveh. the literality of words is a real stumper to get away from and within with. if ya got two feet out here, ya must have two feet within, like a child that puts on footied pjs. them thar feet step from the heart.

the throat chakra is twain two equals as 100/100 [200], above and below, Pythagorean Theorum...Euclid. point being, the feet stem from the heart, the heart feeds itself first and then feeds all else, even that which is above the shoulders waits on the heart's feed. that's both a physical fact and a spiritual truth. we as humans subjective uses facts to point at truth, but truth is truth pointing at nothing, while facts objectively point at everything. why is this? because one cannot see themself, only feel themself being.

the path is not external, the life is external. the path is for that which lives the life, thus in living the life is the path, the path is living. it is that simple.

This one goes on as a dream, although I think it was an astral experience.
I was dreaming a friend of mine, JF (who moved away two or three years ago) had given me her new house to live in. I was flying around the house in circles, and all of a sudden I saw her walking ahead of me in circles also. I found this to be curious, no matter how fast I flew she did not cross paths with me, when I ran into her she was always in front of me, walking forward. I realized this wasn't normal, and decided that she wasn't herself, that she was probably my own projection, produced by my astral double. At this moment I wasn't sure if I was her or if she was me. At some point she turned around and looked straight at me. I assumed we would then merge, but instead of this, she just stared at me, no recognition. Then I realized she and I weren't one. I then woke up, and reflected that her house looked like someone else's house, his name being JS, who is an old man my hubby used to work for. I hope he is ok.
I woke up to random images that I couldn't focus well on.

Postapocalyptic dream scenario. I think this is my second one this month. Can't remember what it was about or if I wrote it down here. But anyway, here it is: We were walking among ruins. There were people, not many. They were trying to live as if nothing had happened, and seemed disgusted by how we were living. We had chickens, vegetable gardens, and had collected books about how to make certain things, and spices and seeds. Not glamorous, but we were doing fine. A well dressed man was telling me why he disapproved of what we were doing. I told him that once their stuff ran out, they'd need to know how to cultivate and make things for themselves. He didn't seem to understand. My husband was teaching someone how to do something (fix or make something, I can't remember.) I was very proud and happy to be with him. I felt protected.

Strange mixture of people from the past. An old friend, who turned into would-be employer, my dad, being totally against it, and a feeling of being confused again.

This dream features a recurring theme but with atypical characters and circumstances.
I was talking to my paternal grandmother, who was very fun and loving, who told me of an italian restaurant she owned (she didn't own a restaurant IRL, but was italian and we ate lasagna at her house on Sundays after church when I was growing up). I went to see the restaurant that I was supposed to work in, and felt very good about it, felt a lot of affection for my grandmother, who I don't see often in dreamstate. The place turned into a nightclub, and I soon woke up.
As I woke up I heard a name mentioned: Wiezak County. Haven't looked that up yet, don't know if it exists.

I was having some sort of dream I can't remember and in some point (I was in a hilly field outside in daytime) I saw a fish that was walking the earth, and took hold of it and put it over my left thigh. It had one side circle which, when I put it on my leg looked like an eye "the eye of Horus", and this woke me up.

Woke up early to pee- 5AM. Had trouble going back to sleep, and eventually went down and had a pleasant dream on my right side. Woke up from it, and turned to my other side, and proceeded to feel vibes and such. Had no separation, simply phenomena- I felt like I was trying to project but there were various voices and personalities in my room yelling at me. They were not 'evil' or 'menacing'- however, they were wildly annoying- making noises- loud discordant music and loud speaking. At some point I 'astrally' yelled at them to shut up, and they did for a second, and went on to continue the cacophony. Frustrated, I turned again and took off my earplugs to make sure my husband wasn't making noise- total silence. I finally lay there until it was time to wake up.
I know it wasn't entities- I do know this was some sort of fragmentation of my mind, who is going through some stuff, and was directly manifesting as many voices, figures and sound. I have an annoying set of subconscious or semiconscious manifestations. :x

I was in a college dorm. I was thinking about the good times I had there, and wondering about what to do during the coming break. I realized I could go to my mother's house during the break, and called her on my cell phone (not so easy with dream brain, lol) and then set about to pack my bags, round up my stuff (the place was messy with my other roommates' stuff) and find my keys to drive home for the break. I woke up while I was looking. There was someone there, helping. I have the impression he was male, my roommates were female, and one or two were still there, on their way out.

I'm not sure of the particulars, but last night there was a sense of being shown that everything is as it should be.... I just can't remember who told me or why.

I went to some sort of youth rally related to my church- and then someone stops me and asks me for ID. I realize I just 'arrived' there straight from my regular life and had no ID or bags or anything- and say so. I am then escorted to what amounts to an ashram populated by buddhist-monk types, and was told that while I had no ID I could not interact with the young'uns, only with the monks. I was given a robe to wear, and told I could only eat from a certain buffet and only on the food served in square purple plates (there were very few). They were pretty and sparkly, and I was very hungry, but I couldn't find buffets that had the plates and the food- and then one monk-guide told me he would help me, and found me a plate full of vegetarian food- something like rice and pieces of bready-looking cubes and maybe vegetables. I ate, and it was time to sleep (longish dream). I went to sleep with the monk, in an outdoors terraced grassy yard that was bordered in railroad ties or large bricks, and next to a cliff, so if I rolled off his arms I could fall a long way down. I felt weird sleeping with him, but there was no sexy stuff going on, only sleeping. The next morning when I woke up I was offered the opportunity to go to my 'camp' and get my things so I could join the rally, but I realized I wasn't 'from the camp', that if I went back it would be home (to my regular life) and not back to the rally at all. Then I woke up.

I went to bed with the thought of making contact with someone in particular, and then had the following dream:
I was on the way (airplane) to somewhere, and wasn't even dressed for it. Was barefoot. Somehow I got stranded in my island. I had not planned to stop there, and found myself needing to find a place to stay, but was shoeless and couldn't walk anywhere. At some point I acquired a guide, who told me he'd drive me somewhere. I asked to go to my grandmother's house, but when we arrived I remembered that she had passed away and the house would be closed up, no one there to greet me. This made me sad-and stranded. Then my guide told me he'd take me to a place he could always rely on- and when we got there, it turned out to be the house of a friend of mine from high school, who I haven't kept in touch with since- in 36 years. When we walked in the house, there was an older woman I didn't recognize, and we sat in the living room and reminisced. She had long hair and there was a symbol of a red cross somewhere in the room.
I'm not sure I actually visited her or the person I had in mind- it's a kind of a blur to me.

Had another surfing dream- this time I had a guide again, and he was going to take me surfing, but asked me instead to do something different. We reminisced about the good old days when I used to surf, and he kindly told me those days were over, I was supposed to do the other thing I loved.
The thing is that I don't remember what the other thing is.

This morning's dream: I'm in a house with many other people. I don't know any of them. I get the impression I was in a party and ended up there, for a few days. Now I want to go, and I ask someone for the address of the house so I can ask someone to give me a ride home. The first person (a woman, but there was something different about her) tells me that the name of the place is irrelevant, because no one ever goes there, and no one knows where it is. I then get the impression that I am some sort of a prisoner, and I look at another person, also a woman who gives me two street names. I immediately call 'home' and leave a message saying the names of the streets the girl gave me and I start walking towards the door. Another person (maybe a guy this time, there were at least six people there) tells me that I shouldn't go out so close to the evening, because it's a bad place and things happen to people out after dark. The impression I have to get out of there ASAP is strong, also there is some level of 'metaphysical/'magic' learning going on there, that I was supposed to be there as a school but it's not what I expected, and I must escape- so I walk outside. It's still daytime, but I can tell it's going to be dark soon. I start walking what amounts to moderately attractive city streets, and start calling 'home' again. I believe in the previous call I had either talked to my father or his answering machine- so I start calling 'home' again, and no one is answering. Now, I see people walking around, which seem ok, and I'm looking for a bus stop or something like a 'neutral' store (like a drugstore or a dept store). As I walk trying to look for a street name, a man approaches me and solicits me. I ignore him and walk away from him, as fast as I can, and he starts to follow me quite aggressively, and I try to get lost in the crowd. I end up in an area with many people, all nasty-looking men and another tries to mug me. Now I'm trying to find the stores to duck in before it gets any darker, frantically trying to phone anyone who could come to pick me up. No one is picking up. As I run and try to hide, I woke up.

In this dream many nonphysical things were represented: I was pregnant (impossible physically), was bleeding, and was staying in my mother's house. I bled into a bucket, and when I turned around, she took it, and I saw it no more. It was distressing and confusing. Even though I talked to her, I actually never saw her, as if she were either behind me or in another room.

New chapter in a serial dream: We were in a new house. It was bigger than the house we live in now, but it was 'recently lived in'. As we surveyed it, I wondered why we kept getting new houses. I was thinking of all the houses we kept moving into, just leaving the old one behind. (this only happens in dreams, we've only moved twice in over forty years). I then realized that the moving was appropriate, we had never bitten off more than we could chew, and all the houses that we used to occupy went to others after we were done with them. Then came to memory, in order, both physical and dream houses and how I used to feel about them- And I could see how they were happily occupied, and I even came to realize that the one I previously worried about we rejected, so we never ended up in two places at the same time, even though I had previous anxious dreams about that.
Another item in this dream is that in previous dream situations I always felt that my husband was the one who decided to move and I reluctantly went along with it (obviously symbolic of my animus, IMO), but now I was happily making the choice to move, and was wondering how to go back to our present house to get the cats and our stuff into our 'new' house.
As we walked around, we saw that the previous occupants had left some stuff we didn't want- so my husband and my son picked up a big ugly yellow sofa and carried it to the back balcony, and met the neighbor lady outside. We then decided that the outside balcony was perfect for this plastic couch and we sat to talk to her about the previous family that lived there. Then we saw a few pets, that they had left. And inside a piece of furniture we found a little chinese baby that they had adopted (alive, she had stranded herself in this part of it)- apparently they had adopted this chinese baby girl as part of some sort of program to save her life, and she had some sort of scholarship. We decided to keep her and proceeded to feed her and change her. I wondered about this strange addition to our little family- extra pets and children too.
I then woke up.

I had at least three dreams I am aware of, one of them of note:
I am in a dept store. I'm looking for some electronics equipment. I see the cashier of the place, a woman I've been tasked to find. I half-recognize her, but her hair is a little shorter than her picture I've seen. I go to talk to her about the product (which is a microphone, obvious symbolism here). I purchase the item and walk out of the store. When I get home there is an additional item in the bag- a silky black with iridescent colors garment, could be a jacket or a blouse- and I open it, and as I put it on a hanger I remember her saying to enjoy the present moment, and I decide to use it for a party.

Another hungry bird dream. I used to get them all the time, then they seemed to stop, and now started again. I was in my house, and looked at a couch I was sitting on. I got up (looking for something) and towards the bottom, I see something moving, quickly, and detect duck feet. I move things around, and see that there is a baby bird in the bottom of the box. I see it jump out, and then see, that all over the floor are tiny baby birds- cockatiels and chickens. The chickens are not as small as 'newborn'- they are starting to look like small hens, kind of not quite mature, but not like tiny fluffballs either. I realize they are hungry, so I run to the part of the house that has dry goods. I see an asian man and I ask for birdseed- I figure all the assorted birds will eat them. So the man tells me the seeds are in a storeroom that had two doors, and unthinkingly I jump in (I'm in a hurry to feed the birds) and see I'm in an 'interior' room and feel uneasy- then I see there is another door on the other side of the room, and open it. I realize it's not a trap and grab the seeds and start going out the other door, when my husband wakes me up.
I was mad, I wanted to feed the birds first before waking up.

I was studying to be an exorcist, and was being taught by a pastor who was supposed to be teaching me. He had a 'patient' and was reciting the exorcism prayer. I then took someone else and started saying the prayer to them. Immediately the person's mouth opened up (which surprised me, I thought we were practicing) and a snake came out of his mouth. The more I said the prayer the more the snake stretched out of his mouth, trying to bite me. I kept at this for a long while, the snake doing his best to reach me, while I kept him back. I continued this for a long time and eventually, either the snake went away or disappeared. At some point the pastor and I were done, and were sitting around resting a bit after our work, and the phone rang. It was my husband, asking me how it was going, me telling him it was no biggie.
Then I woke up, wondering about this, before it was time to get up. Stayed in bed thinking about it and then I got up.

I found myself in the house my grandmother lived in when I was growing up, except it was the previously-dreamed of version in which it abuts a bay or lake. In this version my mother had brought us to visit with some people that 'used to live there'. I knew them in the dream but not well- people that we had known as children but never saw again. In the dream I was told that we sometimes went to this place but were not supposed to. As antechamber to this 'place' was my great-grandmother's room and bathroom. It was 'sacred space' to me, as in previously dreamed dreams. So we find ourselves in this place and 'fall' into this other place that we were not supposed to be in, but were brought there by my mother.
I visit with the people in the house, who are now old, and their children live there now. They also work there, as if the place were a ship and the work area were the bottom/engine room of a barge. (The apartment is a barge now.) When we're done reminiscing I ask to leave, and they tell me the only way is to go downstairs. I realize my mother is no longer there and she is the only one that can 'open the door to the outside' so we can go out. The only other way is going down, but as I've peeked in, there is no door, and this part is underwater. We cannot leave. I try calling my mom, no one is answering the phone (I had a 'special' phone to get in contact with my mom). Interestingly, I have the consciousness that my grandmother and great-grandmother are on the 'other side' but I have no such knowledge about my mother. I'm just feeling abandoned because we're in this barge with no means of getting out, and the way offered seems foolhardy and dangerous-a trap.
At some point I wake up, not having found a solution to my dilemma. (Which seems obvious to me, but it didn't while I was 'in').

I'm in a training school session. A group of students and one teacher is in a classroom that looks like an empty cube. We're tasked with producing a landscape in it. I quickly produce a scene that is pleasing to me- a beach scene. I'm very happy that it came out exactly as I wanted it to be. Now the scenery has fleshed out and looks 'real'. All of a sudden, I feel like I'm lifted up in the air, and elevated to where I begin to be afraid. An unseen hand has picked me up and is levitating me to different areas in the room/scene. I am terrified and start talking to 'it' asking it to put me down. After a bit I come down carefully. All the other students are sitting in their school desks, mouths agape at what has happened. I leave the room and go to another room, where there is a teacher. I ask the teacher to be monitored, and explain what happened. The original teacher is very displeased that I have come to the other teacher, and denies anything different happened.
After I woke up I wondered if the 'grabbing' was part of the 'training', and if I failed the test after asking for help, especially since I had 'persuaded' the force to put me down.
I do welcome opinions on this here dream.

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Originally Posted by CFTraveler

I'm in a training school session. A group of students and one teacher is in a classroom that looks like an empty cube. We're tasked with producing a landscape in it. I quickly produce a scene that is pleasing to me- a beach scene. I'm very happy that it came out exactly as I wanted it to be. Now the scenery has fleshed out and looks 'real'. All of a sudden, I feel like I'm lifted up in the air, and elevated to where I begin to be afraid. An unseen hand has picked me up and is levitating me to different areas in the room/scene. I am terrified and start talking to 'it' asking it to put me down. After a bit I come down carefully. All the other students are sitting in their school desks, mouths agape at what has happened. I leave the room and go to another room, where there is a teacher. I ask the teacher to be monitored, and explain what happened. The original teacher is very displeased that I have come to the other teacher, and denies anything different happened.
After I woke up I wondered if the 'grabbing' was part of the 'training', and if I failed the test after asking for help, especially since I had 'persuaded' the force to put me down.
I do welcome opinions on this here dream.

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Hi CFT,
For me this dream of yours tell´s me about you not wanting leave your Comfort zone, you go back to the old teacher asking about what just happened, without trying to feel what it could mean, or to ask the force who levitated you...fear of the anknown....very understandertable though....
Have you noticed or do you do in this state, Dream state or what you call it....that if you dare to open up to the information all is there...I noticed in that Dream of mine when I was taken away from the University by the good looking man...I noticed that I had to be very Quick and face and admit what it awoked in me...and I noticed all the information was there...and why I miss out in my Dreams is that I do not dare to admit or be honest...I deny and make up an acceptable explanation....

So in few word´s your Dream tell´s me fear of the anknown and fear to face the reality...about your own potential....

Love
ia

Just recently I was on a rubber raft (swimming pool thing) and floating around in a skyscraper landscape when it occurred to me that a small wind could tip me over. I was really nervous about that but I thought , so what if it does. I can fly after all. Which is true, but it didn't feel too comforting. I was afraid maybe this time I'd plummet to the streets below.

In another dream, knowing I was dreaming I figured this is just a dream, I can do anything I want. So suffice it to say I squeezed a pretty girl's buns and, boy was I surprised by the all-to real-life consequences of that rude and disrespectful act.

In both cases I knew I was dreaming, but in the first I didn't have the confidence I should have, and in the second one I was overconfident to say the least.

So the nature of lucidity is not constant. Your unease at being lifted aloft made me think of this. These scenarios point to a vague problem and I really don't have an answer perhaps because of its very vagueness. Is a question of freedom? Why should feel constrained or doubtful in a world of our own making? It questions the subjective nature of the dream or maybe not.

In the girl dream I suppose my own moral code resulted in an embarrassing rebuke. So, in effect I punished myself. In the floating dream my self-confidence, or lack thereof, resulted in a frightening moment. Taken together, I must re-evaluate the lucid dreamscape, which I suppose I figured was much more objective than it really is. I'll hope for a resolving dream that highlights the perception of myself as displayed by these very different dreams. (?)

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It questions the subjective nature of the dream or maybe not.

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Good insight, I have to meditate about it.
I've always been afraid of my own power, and I need to get over it. But what you said makes just as much sense, and it's something I must deal with.

Another Disney nightmare
The family (us) were wandering about somewhere in Disney(world/land) when we got in a boat-related ride. In this dream my son was a young child, about 8. The ride was filling with water and it was drowning him, so I sat him on my lap. The attendants told me it wasn't safe, and made me get out of the boat, and he and his dad were moved to a boat that didn't sink. I then went to get into another boat but somehow I had lost a shoe and now wasn't allowed in the boat again. When I went into the building where you wait until the riders debark, I was asked who I was waiting for, and they looked at me funny when I explained about my missing shoe, because now it was back on my foot, but the sock was missing. I could feel the shoe on my bare foot, and it wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was dry. When my hubby and my son rejoined me, my son looked his age.
Sometime before the Disney arrival, I had dreamed the usual dream of having a large house connected to a mall, and traversing the mall to get to the my living area, and generally socializing in the stores on my way there.

For the last two nights I have dreamed about my (already passed) parents.
Yesterday I had a version of a recurring dream I've had for years, in which I am with my dad and we interact, me being uncomfortably aware that he died and came back (where we are this happens all the time, but not everyone there has been dead). I want to ask him where he went when he was dead (there is a feeling of physicality in this, as if he had come back in a version of his old body, as if he had gone 'somewhere', and come back, and is now back with us. He (as usual) refuses to talk about it (or tells me he doesn't remember, but I know this is not true). In this version of the dream he looks younger, his hair has begun to darken (he was blond in life, his hair looks brownish-blond now) and I tell him he seems to be getting younger every time I see him. He laughs and says he doesn't know why that is.
Last night I was dreaming of something else when all of a sudden I hear a telephone ring, I pick up the phone (now I'm awake and it's a hypnopomp) and I hear my mother's voice, very hoarse say "Hola C." and then something that sounds like "I'm here to help" or "I need help" I'm not sure which, since at hearing her voice I get startled and lose the plot. I try to go back to the state to see if she can tell me more, and I fall off into a dream scene (also recurring) in which I'm at my grandfather's house, which has been converted into something else, and is now barely recognizable.
Psychologically I know why I'm dreaming of my mom, (and in a way, my dad) but the hearing of her voice startled me.

I've had a busy weekend of dreaming and no time to record it, so I'll see what I can remember.
Friday night/Sat. morning (Feb 15): Was watching a screen, like watching TV, with announcer and everything- showing how there had been (was being) either a terrorist attack or a large gang attack on an official building in Italy. I couldn't figure out whether it was a courthouse or another type of government building (even a Vatican building, due to the number of nuns walking around)- however the building itself had no artistry, so I can't be sure. It basically showed a massacre, people being murdered, first inside the building, and then outside, a hail of bullets tearing a wall down and the bullets hitting innocent passerby's. There was a horrible scene inside the building when people were hiding inside niches in the walls, waiting for the machine gun fire to stop, and some of them got shot when they thought it was over and came out. It was too long, very horrible and unfortunately graphic for me, as if I were floating around the events.
Last night's on the next post.

I had two separate alien-themed dreams.

First:
I was in the house where I grew up, a kind of 'alternate past' type-dream, or a different look at things that happened. In it, I was living the same life but I could 'see' other figures in the house too- they were 'friends of the aliens' that lived with us, but no one else could see them. They looked like cartoons- imagine a memory with cartoon characters superimposed on the action- but these cartoons were actual 'friends of the aliens', who would tell me when 'the aliens' were coming. There was a scene when I was walking down the street in front of my house, when my 'cartoon friend' told me to go under a roof, and I then could look up in the sky and see a flying saucer. At some point I got up and went to the bathroom and went back to bed, and had

dream number two:
I was in a house that is not my regular house, and my 'cartoon character' friends were telling me that it was time for the aliens to do medical checkups on us. He told me that if everything was ok I would see an elephant. This checkup was for everybody, but no one knew about it, I only knew because my 'cartoon advisor' let me know it would happen. I then told him I would be ok, since I knew what was coming. Later on I was in the backyard of someone's house (a neighbor?) and her friend from India brought to their house a small elephant (a calf). I immediately knew this meant that the aliens had found everything ok and we'd be ok.
I then got up again , now it was like 4:30am, got up, walked around, etc. and went back to bed.

Third dream.
I am now in a medical facility of some sort. I'm sitting in one of those chairs where they take your blood. I knew I was in the 'alien medical checkup'. They're taking blood samples, and although it doesn't hurt, I can feel it. Then I say something to the medical attendant (like I know what this is and I know it's going to be ok.) Then someone behind me approaches my neck and blows hard in my ear. (Not in my ear, but blows at me to shut me up.) This startles/scares the heck out of me and I wake up, in bed, in the same position I was in the dream with my arms bent as if someone were taking blood samples from my arm-and the effect was of being there and closing my eyes when someone blew in my ear.
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That's a little spooky. Of course, you understand the Hindu god, Kanesh, the elephant and a portent of good fortune. Disembodied powers, influences, frighten me also as in the breath in your ear from no known entity or being. What comes next? (Stay tuned for the next installment of "Extreme Weirdness" brought to you by Kelloges Corn Flakes).

I like to call it "High Strangeness" :D . Been a lot of that lately.

I can't believe I almost forgot to record this.
My last dream of the night, the one I remember. It went from 5:00 to 6:00am.
In this dream time started to go backwards. I began to notice when my son started to look younger. I also noticed that every time a day passed he seemed to get the equivalent of two years younger. I have the recollection of going through days and nights. We were also starting to look younger too, and it became distressing when he looked like he was about eight years old. At some point, we became other people, and I couldn't figure out clearly who was who. In this 'version' we were '60's style hippies, except that I was born before the sixties, so that makes it impossible to have been a previous life (unless the multidimensional-simultaneous existence theory is correct) and everything was, well, psychedelic. At some point the going backwards messed with my mind and I became confused, not knowing 'who' I was, and then it was time to get up.
My mind gets weirder and weirder, it seems.

Another exorcism dream.
The usual: There is a 'demon' seeking to possess either me or someone else. At first I feel fear, then I remember I can exorcise it. At first I forget the exorcism prayer, then it comes back to me and I say it. After I've successfully said it, it goes away, and I realize that I could have also asked for help from the Archangel St. Michael, and then I wake up fully.

So I dreamed that both families (mine and his, living and dead) were on a cruise, and we were trying to figure out logistics to go out to dinner. I wanted my son to go with my sister in law and his cousins to dinner, so that they somehow wouldn't miss dinner, and there were so many of us that we didn't know how to arrange for 'us' to go out and make sure the bases were covered.
When I woke up, my husband told me that he was dreaming our son was in a football team and we were all trying to figure out dinner arrangements, because his family was visiting and wanted to go with us. We then, in his version, were trying to figure out the logistics of going out to dinner in both groups.

Even though it wasn't 'officially' a shared dream, it had many similar components- in both there were two groups, one of them being his family, and in mine instead of the football team it was my side of the family.

Interesting correlation.

Yet another Disneyworld-abandonment dream. I'm getting too many of those.

I was driving in my car when I stopped at an office to get some paperwork or something. I had just woken up and threw on some old clothes. When I got there, the man in the office gave me some papers to fill out and started interviewing me for a job. I wasn't expecting this but I took the interview, thinking I wouldn't be hired because I looked like a bum, hence not ready. I then left the office and started heading "home" to tell my mom what just had happened, it was so strange. When I walked into what I thought was home, (not my present home, and not the house I grew up in) it was a large stadium-like arena, like a cross between a stadium and a church, with a lectern in the middle. There was someone in the center giving a lesson. In one side of the room I see my grandmother (my dad's mom) and I go see her. She might have been surrounded by her sisters or one of her nieces (an aunt who is still alive, but old- she came by 2 years ago to visit and I found her very old). I hugged my grandmother and asked about my grandfather. I could visualize him in my mind's eye (of the dream me) but I couldn't see him. I thought she said he was dead. (?) I didn't see my dad but didn't ask because I see him all the time. Just not there. Then across the arena, in the opposite side of the stadium, I could see my mother, sitting there watching the 'show'. She had no conscious awareness of my presence, so I went to her. I then hugged her and started telling her of my weird morning (the interview) but she was more interested in the 'show' than in what I was telling her. I then woke up later on, and can't remember what else I dreamt after I woke up and fell asleep shortly again.

Long one.
I was dreaming I was in some other planet that wasn't earth. It was nighttime or it was dark. We were working in some type of water environment, on the surface. There were small platforms in which we could walk 'on' the water, and there were areas of some danger that we were supposed to stay away from. I believe at some point I was in the water (dark) but was safe. We then were supposed to go around a landmass to get to another sector we were supposed to work in. I suggested we go through the water, since we were already in it, but the man in charge showed me the scene in which there were many dangerous-looking rocks and heavy surf. I realized it wasn't safe, because the waves could hurl us against the rocks. So we resolved to go to the surface and then get to where we were supposed to go to.
At some point I found myself in a space suit, in a space ship, getting ready to take off. As my surroundings shook, I knew this was the most dangerous part of the voyage, as anything could happen. I could barely moved in my suit and was surrounded by 'pod', and surrounded by 'ship'. But I had a view of the space outside, which helped with the claustrophobia. As the 'rocket' started going up, I started to panic, and could feel a great deal of breeze around my body, and began to think there was a rip in my suit and would die horribly. I talked with someone in some kind of a link, and was reassured that everyone else could feel the breeze because it was the ventilation system in the suit. I calmed down somewhat, but still was nervous. A while later (and after a brief wake up moment) I was in some sort of a space station. We had arrived from the previous dream scene and now were in a medium-sized room, floating with about three or four different people. A man with a beard and a woman with very short hair are in my memory, (the ones I interacted with, but there were others there). The man with the beard seemed to have some authority and was instructing us on what our jobs were, and then suggested that when our duties were over we'd like to try having sex at zero-G, *wink wink* but not officially, of course. After that I went to talk to the woman with the short hair, and I woke up soon after.
It was a long, continuous dream. I don't know how long it lasted in real time but I woke up at least twice during it, and went back to sleep back to it until the morning.

I was at a wedding. No one I know in RL. The bride was crying and the groom wanted to go home. He kept saying he didn't 'get it'. I approached her, and asked her leading questions as she looked like she needed to talk, as she didn't want to go home at all, and stay in the party. (She wasn't happy, though). She told me her new husband was supposed to enlist/be hired but didn't pass his entrance examination, and had been rejected. He was angry and embarrassed, she was crying and didn't want to go home. I woke up before saying anything to them. (I was woken up)but I was getting ready to tell her that others have started with less and ended up happily ever after.

I had a series of dreams with recurring themes- my grandmother's house as a museum, as some other type of place (hotel, etc.) which brought me to a memory of when I was younger and helped my grandmother clean rooms in the guest (beach) house when she used to rent rooms for tourists in the winter months. It was a happy time for me, weekends at the beach helping out my favoritest person in the world. I miss her smiling face. Lately I've been having the same kind of dream that is so recurrent I don't even write it down any more.

I'm inclined to classify the wedding an AP. Doesn't have anything to do with you other than your advise may be welcome, needed and heeded. Classic AP in my mind. Eh???

I think so too- maybe a retrieval.

As to your 'pleasant scenes with you grandmother', I can only think that you may wonder whether you will be so fondly remembered by a grandchild. I often wonder about my legacy in my grandson's eyes. He knows me well. He told his mother I can be a jerk (referring to a comment I made that questioned the nature of some of his 'illnesses'). There seems to be a general consensus on my jerkiness.:-D. But he loves me, and given a choice he prefers my company when there is an option. I stray, that has nothing to do with you.

Anyway....

Two parter. The first part is the classic (now classic for me) amusement park that goes wrong scenario, but with a twist. Doubles. My son falls from an amusement park ride, I hold on to him, he somehow duplicates himself and one double falls while the other one stays with me. When we get to the bottom we meet the doppelganger who was not injured, and I then plan to take both twins home, wondering how that's going to work.
Then I wake up with a terrible cough, it's my husband's time to get up. I get up for a bit, and go to bed again, and have a hard time going to sleep, but eventually I do.
Now I'm sitting in front of a very picturesque cafe, something that could be in Italy, or St. Augustine (the historical part). We are sitting there having coffee, when other young people sit in the table with us. They are goth-y looking, and start inviting us to go to a club with them. At some point we're walking to the club, and we end up separated from the group (the guy that was walking with and talking to) me tells me he's going to show me something. He then tells me he is a vampire (and so is his crew) and transforms himself- grows fangs right in front of my eyes. I am convinced. I act as I'm not afraid, more like fascinated, but realize that my friend is in danger. For some reason I don't think I'm in danger, as if somewhere in the back of my mind I know how to defend myself if I need to. I then try to get my friend's attention to tell her to go somewhere else. At some point there is a junction with the previous dream, as if we were walking past the area where the previous dream happened in. Then we're back in the original table (with the vampires) waiting to get into this club. I know that if we go there we might not get out again, and start plotting how to get my friend and escape (once again, I'm not afraid for myself, but for my friend, and it's why I'm still there). I wake up before I can resolve the situation and save my friend.

I was in some sort of field trip to a dark and dreary place- like a picnic gone terribly wrong. It was dark (I suspect real time, as it was the early predawn) we were on a beach, but the water was dirty, there was garbage on the beach, and the kids did not look healthy. There was a lot of unpleasantness. I remember thinking "I've outgrown the desire to come to these things." and then, on the other side of the water, in what looked like some sort of platform, there was a bright explosion, and I, on the other side of the beach/water, could feel the searing heat on my skin. I told the people around me "we need to start running now" and as we ran, pieces of what looked like clothes fell behind us, amongst other flying metal projectiles. Once it was over, I made sure everyone was ok, and then started looking for my brother. Then I saw him in another part of the area we were taking cover in, and he was fine. Then the dream ended with a sound like a shot. I woke up. I think the sound was 'real' and woke me up. Don't know what it was.

Last night when I went to bed everything felt wrong- I went to bed feeling the air was dark and as much as I tried to meditate on light, I could not visuallize or 'see' it (I usually light up when I meditate, not last night). I spent countless hours doing energy work in hopes that I could muster up some light, to dissipate the darkness that I felt hovering over me. At some point I went to sleep, but slept fitfully, and woke up every other hour, it seemed. Then in the early morning I attempted to look at hypnopomps to lull myself to sleep, and had a dream that was of a recurring theme- an ongoing dream I've had since around three years since my father passed away- In this dream he is back, has been dead and buried for three years, and has come back. It's a type of "parallel life" type of dream, because in it time passes equally 'here' and in dreamtime. In various other versions of this dream we usually elect not to talk about what happened when he was dead- we only talk about the present time in this other dreamtime. In previous dreams I have dreaded asking him how it was to have been 'dead' dead for three years- but never ask him, or he won't tell me. Last night I was very upset, because I wanted to know what he did in those three years- did he exist? Did he wake up one day in a reanimated body and just get up? How did it happen? The more I wanted to know the further from me he got, until I was very upset. It's not a new dream, but it ended differently than most other versions of it- I woke up afraid, not really knowing of what. I wasn't afraid of him, he was my dad, but I was afraid of what his being 'there' meant- or something. I woke up very afraid, and had to make myself go to sleep again.

The dream started like a 'regular' dream about my life. Somewhere in the dream we ended up in one of the houses that I often dream about. Then all of a sudden we were in a totally different environment that 'turned' into a spaceship-type of environment, a sort of 'fading into' the spaceship- in this environment there were a bunch of us, in a holodeck-type environment, like a 'fake' house, and in this group, were three or four people I don't know, my husband and my son, and a man that looks like an actor I have seen on TV. In the 'holodeck' type of scenario, some of the technicians had messed up the gravity settings, and we started to float, until they fixed it. Then the actor sat with me and asked me to marry him. Then my husband and my son walked into the room, and I asked my son to sit with me, and he didn't want to and sat in another chair. Then my husband congratulated the actor for our engagement (I hadn't accepted) and my husband winked at me and whispered "you should marry him" and then I realized that in this reality my husband wasn't my husband, and we were sort of playing some role in 'this' reality but our relationship was different in that one.
Then I woke up. Or was woken up.

A weird dream consisting of a sort of class, a ceremonial initiation, a 'return' of my 'powers' (levitation) and then when I thought it was over, more 'initiation', until I really woke up, wondering if it was over. It was weird.