New Dream Experiment

[Beekeeper]

This much I'll give you: it was purple. I chose that colour because when other people tell me they've dreamt of me, they often say I was somehow associated with purple.

[Korpo]

Okay, come on, just tell.

Oliver

[Beekeeper]

Well, I don't think CF will mind as she's posted her dreams and I too am becoming impatient . So here it is:

[Beekeeper]

Dream Sharing Experiment
First Night
Sunday 18th July, 2010

A lot of dreaming but not a lot of recall (which isn’t very handy :cry: )

“Flying the Chair to School”
I’m flying on an armchair. I land at a school in an external environment where people are gathered. We’re off on an excursion. I leave my chair there and we travel by another mode of transport, train perhaps. Later in the dream I’ll remember my chair and vaguely worry about leaving it there.

I realise I’m wearing a daggy red t-shirt but I’m carrying a camisole that is pretty and somehow related to Christmas. I put it over my t-shirt, even though it’s not really a practical thing to do.

There’s not much else I can recall about this dream other than being a student, not a terribly intelligent one, and travelling with a group of other students.

“Getting Off the Train at Alma Station”
I’m on a train facing the door. There is a group of tall, skinny workmen in the doorway and I’m mildly anxious I won’t get past them. As soon as the train stops, I get off. Immediately, I notice I’m on Alma Station – a non-existent station in my physical world. I’m also aware after the fact that the word “alma” means soul (I had a friend called Alma once whose whole name meant “Soul of an Eagle.”)

Within the dream I realise I’ve been here before. It’s a station I get off at in some dreams when I’m on my way further along and I jump off prematurely (I’ll have to add it to my dream topography map). Once again I’ve gotten off too soon and I’m anticipating the anxiety of trying to find the right platform. I was supposed to go to Parramatta station (a real place; a familiar destination in my younger years).

Parramatta has been defined as meaning a kind of dress fabric, head of river or waters, and place where eels lie down. It's the name of the second oldest settlement in Australia. The city's official website gives the last as the accepted definition. It makes sense. For the river of the same name is nearby. And the popular rugby team from the area was called the Eels.

(Wikipedia)

Somehow, though, Alma station isn’t as intimidating as it’s been before. For one thing, this is the first time I’ve been able to read and remember its name easily and somehow it’s become a small country station rather than a big city exchange. Immediately, I notice my youngest son, H. He looks lost and I know he’s looking for me or trying to find his way back home. I hadn’t realised he was on the train with me. I head towards him and it takes a few moments for me to get his attention, he’s so focussed on solving his problem. I tell him it’s okay, that we’ll catch another train together.

“Dogs”
There’s a group of dogs, some quite small. Bella runs towards them before I can restrain her but there aren’t any problems. (Quite a common dream)

My other dreams are forgotten. I do recall a hynagogic of a purple string standing on end and thinking, “at least the colour’s right.”

2nd Night
Monday 19th, 2010
G was restless and it woke me. I wasn’t sure if it was time to get up – I’d taken a cold tablet because of a sinus reaction to all the dust at the renovation and I’d slept heavily. I was anxious that my only recall was a vague remembrance of travelling somewhere. G sleeps near the clock; he said it was just after 5am. I tried to relax (first day of 3rd term- Gs back too after a term off to work on the house). I focussed on trying to get back to sleep (and purple eyes every so often too) but it took awhile.

“The Wizened Baby”
Jenny T is holding a baby. I see that it has an old, wizened face and wonder if it has that rare disease that causes children to age rapidly. J isn’t speaking at all and I don’t remember her ever alluding to this particular grandchild. She puts the swaddled baby down and wanders off towards a socialising group of people.

I pick the baby up and it begins to whimper and then cry. I hold it close and it pukes on my left shoulder and then stops crying. I go into another room where there’s a double bed with a white bedspread. I lie the baby down and get distracted by something.

“The Distractions”
In a montage, I see my sister and sister-in-law jumping off fences and various other things. They’re at different ages as the snapshots appear. I think this curious: I hadn’t realised they were into jumping.

I tell G about a ghost I saw when teaching yoga last week (I did actually detect something while I was directing relaxation. I opened my eyes to check on my class and instead saw a movement at the back of the room). He seems disinterested. (In real life, he was interested).

I see a vehicle driving up the side of a building. The building is covered in something that allows the vehicle’s tyres grip the sides of the wall.

Now I bring my attention back to the baby. It has slid off the bed and is jammed between the corner and the bed. Awkwardly I reach down and bring it back up. Now its face looks more like a normal baby.

“The Crocodiles”
I’m up on a cliff top. There is a group and some kind of announcement that a mining (?) company has given half ownership to its workers. It’s a happy feeling. I see palm trees and then decide to take a walk.

I wander down a path. I notice a head emerging from under a log and I think it must be a lizard or a snake. It opens its mouth and continues to emerge, morphing into a small crocodile. Then I notice there are several of them and that the area is a little swampy. As I turn my back on them, a small, slender, white kitten comes from their direction. I briefly wonder if she’s a feral cat (though, now I remember it, she had a collar) and I also wonder if I should turn my back on the crocodiles, even though they’re fairly small. Then before me I see small animals, like ducks and chickens on the path and I realise they’re afraid of the crocodiles.

Note: Working in the morning, I was reading notes lent me by the former teacher of my senior class so I could see what they’d already done for when we start revision. A section on “The Drover’s Wife” mentioned “wizened children”, a dog called, “Alligator” and a snake. I wonder if to some extent last night’s dreaming picked up on what I’d be doing a couple of hours later.

Night 3
20th July, 2010
Recall is getting progressively worse. Again, I took a cold tablet that totally zonked me. I was woken around 5.30 by the dog wanting to go to the toilet. I’d been dreaming of a girl-at-work’s trip to the US (she’d been showing photos and talking about it yesterday to others while I was working and half listening). Also, I recollect another classroom dream. The teacher was at the front of the room with a pile of shoes (typical dream sign but I was a long way off lucidity) on her desk. They were all the same shoe; apparently she liked to buy multiples. My identity seemed to be something of a teen bully. Arriving late, I walked past a couple of girls that gave me a look and I said something intimidating to them.

Meditated for a while from 5.30, hoping to fall asleep.

“Trouble with Notes”
I’m in a classroom, the teacher this time, with a student I taught a few years ago. I have a pile of typed notes and somehow they’ve gotten wet. I can’t see how this could be so. I peel them apart. Some are irreparably damaged and they’re also out of order. I seem to want to cut sections out of the notes to stick them on a handout. When I pick up the paper, it’s upside-down-teardrop shaped. I comment to James that this is a ridiculous shape for notes.

There was also contact with Les. I don’t remember the conversation.

The clock radio goes off.

Night 4
21st July, 2010
Meditated before bed. Visualised “purple eyes” sporadically throughout the day. Looked at the drawn image of purple eyes whenever I passed it.

Another premature start to the day, meaning the loss of precious dream time. I won’t go into the detail, suffice it to say, poor recall. Used the early wake up for meditation.

“Breastfeeding”
I’m in a shopping mall. I have a small, plump baby that needs feeding. I put her to my breast and my two real sons react with laughing repulsion and take off. I cover the baby for modesty’s sake and feed her on both sides.

Remnant from the end of a longer dream
My uncle G is sitting or standing beside me on my right. He starts to inappropriately and sloppily kiss me on the side of the face.

Notes:
Today Richard said he picked up a colour. I wonder if it’s purple? I hope so. I wonder if any of the others have or if Richard’s comment will make them start focussing on colour as a possibility now.

Yesterday in meditation I waited with blank mind for purple eyes to appear without the mental effort of visualisation. This didn’t eventuate but my “visual field” eventually turned purple. Sporadically transmitted purple eyes throughout the day. Trying to be confident and, therefore, fairly casual in my approach to sending. Also looked at my hand drawn images and photos on my desktop to keep the concept present.

Night 5
22nd July, 2010.

No real meditation yesterday but, also, no medication at bedtime. The latter didn’t make a huge amount of difference in terms of recall, probably because I was work-oriented before bed (previewing poetry for a class) rather than dream-oriented. Nothing special here.

“As my Sons’ Sister.”
I’m with my son H but I’m his sister rather than his mother. We are apparently at school, I’m his older sister and proudly telling friends how tall he is. Then F is there too. I see my dream self in 3rd person and my hair is the same as F’s.

As the same identity, I’m in my “boyfriend’s” house, in the kitchen. He’s thin and curly-haired* and, when his mother leaves the room, selfish and sexually insistent in a teen boy way.

*Reminds me of a student I taught a couple of years ago; one with a particular look in his eye and impulsivity that made me feel he was genuinely capable of serious violence.

I’m with Sophie and she’s decorating a house. It seems it’s Christmas. She moves busily from room to room, placing mats and other items. This dream goes on for a while in this manner and I don’t recall all the details of Sophie’s decorating.

I’m in another house. Someone has a problem: they need to bring something heavy up a steep driveway. G asks me if I can drive them and then F asks if he can drive. I let him. The car is crowded with people (possibly with Anne and her dad in the back) but F successfully drives it up the driveway. We back out and there’s a puddle of water at the bottom of the driveway with a dog poo in it. G comments that he wonders why they’d let their dog play there.

Friday 23rd July, 2010.
Night 6 (Nearly there)

“Two Cars.”
Someone gives me a car. Even though it’s not a new car, I’m pleased. Then I’m given a second car, which I accept. I think about how I’ll use the two cars.

Later

“The Big Bus.”
I board an extremely large bus. The bus driver talks to me as we travel and now I’m awake I’m pretty sure he’s a guide from another dream. I forget what we talk about now (probably because I tend to cuddle and chat with G when we wake up instead of recording in my journal ) but we do talk. He enters an impossibly narrow drop off area and his manoeuvring of the bus is a completely surreal experience.

“The Singing Lady” (Mrs McGregor).
I’m listening to a lady sing at a restaurant. She reminds me of a teacher I had at school as she was back then when she was young- I recently thought about her for various reasons. She’s wearing a beautiful gown. She decides to give up her job singing there. When I next see her, she’s still singing but wearing a less glamorous, cocktail dress that has purple feathers or fluff at the hem. The dress seems familiar and I’m a little disappointed at her loss of glamour.

“The Drive Home.”
Now I’m supposed to drive home. I’m heading down a long country road. There are chickens and ducks that flutter out of the way of my car. (Farm birds are not a regular dream sign for me; I wonder if I’m picking up on something from someone in the dream experiment because this has happened a couple of times now). I realise that if I’d taken a right turn the trip home would be shorter. Still, I know my way.

This bit is less clear. There’s a gathering of women and girls. I see A.S (former student/Facebook friend) dressed like Audrey Hepburn and wonder if she’s going to a fancy dress. A young, slightly plump woman is leaning against a pole and laconically making some kind of joke about boobs while we’re joining in and having a laugh.

Night 7
Saturday 24th July, 2010

Meh.

Key, tree, guide, harp.

With the exception of a bit of extra bold lettering, this is as I sent it to Neil

[Korpo]

Okay, okay, epic fail this time.

Are we gonna redo this in another setup, or shall we modify the experiment itself?

(BTW, I hardly ever notice people's eye color consciously or remember it. )

Cheers,
Oliver

[Sinera]

@Beekeeper

checking notes and memories again, I must admit I was far from seeing / noticing any outstanding purple objects or any eyes, let alone both in one

about the blue paint I can say, that I had a kind of strange intuition or gut feeling that it might be related to you since I read about your renovating the house, so that is why I had put it on #2, so my feeling was good

However, not with regard to my absolute #1, the little yellow bird, I'm still a bit disappointed that the chicken hatchling did not work, it was by far my strongest asset, at one time i was so sure it was the sign

Your chickens were bigger, grown-up ones I guess, no little yellow hatchlings bustling about among them?


@e1b

my description of the nurse is still very general, so I think it would be a far stretch to draw a connection here

@all

For completeness' sake: Here's the rest of the summarised dream notes (thematically, ranked from #4 down, not chronologically) the list which I also had sent to Neil (bolds added now), maybe you find some similarities too upon checking:

4. A Spanish Class at my former University (but most people unknown to me)
5. A pub brawl with an old friend of mine with whom I had a quarrel then, I am spilling beer over him, but we reconcile later on, it was a very clear and constant dream
6. Being at a Volksfest (public festival, funfair) meeting with a deceased mucial colleague of mine (this is a recurring theme, I dreamt this approx. a year ago)
7. A game of bow and arrows with a girl I knew from my school days
8. Another girl, a friend from University, goest with me to an old dancehall/pub I haven't visited myself in years
9. two times actually I also am in the old shared flat I used to have as a student in the 90ies with another friend and another student colleague
I meet the student colleague there, but since the dream is not unusual to recur, I don't attribute it to the experiment, despite its repetition
10. I live in a flat that is actually a kind of old tower. I share it with s.o. not known to me (or made clear). The strange thing is that he seems to have the same flat as me, everything seems mirrored there.
11. In the Spanish class at the end we (a girl which is my neighbour in the class) are asked by the teacher (who actually is a manager of my firm where I work) to re-arrange the chairs and tables, just to try out how it looks
12. I see a male teacher of my high school days (A-levels) pushing a buggy through a street in my home town from my childhood days (the school was however not from the home town of my childhood days)
now, don't ask me what THAT means
13. I run throught the city of Frankfurt which I know well (need to get somewhere, not sure if it is the train station to catch a train) I need to check the time, but all public clocks show different times (not unusal in dreams I know...)
I ask some strangers, a woman in a group of other guys for the time. She just shouts sth like "it's always the same (old story)" ..(well, did she think I want to "chat her up" to flirt with her or something? I didnt, just wanted to know the time), I leave her and run on

[Mishell]

I didn't participate in this experiment, but I'd like to send out the next symbol if that's ok.

[eyeoneblack]

(my dream excerpts are in blue - Beekeepers are as usual)

First Night

Immediately, I notice I’m on Alma Station – a non-existent station in my physical world. Once again I’ve gotten off too soon and I’m anticipating the anxiety of trying to find the right platform. I was supposed to go to Parramatta station (a real place; a familiar destination in my younger years).

This has nothing to do with anything - just thinkin'. Alma as in Alma Mater = 'bounteous Mother" (dict) Odd that Param Mater = 'great Mother' (sanskrit, param... as in Paramhansa Yogananda)

I notice my youngest son, H. He looks lost and I know he’s looking for me or trying to find his way back home.

This parent/child caring/nurturing is a common theme between us.

She's quite young at this point and I'm still her Father/Protector.

But first to get this out of the way and I don't get lost.

“Dogs”
There’s a group of dogs, some quite small. Bella runs towards them before I can restrain her but there aren’t any problems. (Quite a common dream)

There are probably five dogs in the house and they play a significant part in the dream. Soon the mattress is full of dogs - two of them very large golden retrievers (or yellow labs) who, of course, are very sweet, but very big as well.

Bella wouldn't happen to be yellow/blonde?

Back to the child theme.

There were four children in the house, one a toddler I relate to as my own child. I go upstairs and find him on a mattress... I lay down with him to cuddle him and see if he's running a temperature.

“The Wizened Baby”
Jenny T is holding a baby. I see that it has an old, wizened face and wonder if it has that rare disease that causes children to age rapidly.
I pick the baby up and it begins to whimper and then cry. I hold it close and it pukes on my left shoulder and then stops crying. I go into another room where there’s a double bed with a white bedspread. I lie the baby down and get distracted by something.
Now I bring my attention back to the baby. It has slid off the bed and is jammed between the corner and the bed. Awkwardly I reach down and bring it back up. Now its face looks more like a normal baby.

This is where it gets really weird, abstract and like a piece of good jazz. I have my father lying on the bed, he is old, wrinkled. Mother has drug him downstairs and he is behind the couch. (It has slid off the bed and is jammed...) They are struggling to get him back upstairs to the bed. (Awkwardly I reach down...) Then your wizened baby morphs into my toddler on the mattress that I have cuddled (nursed) and determined to be fine.

Dad is up there ... he is very heavy and not at all alive. I.e. like he was when he died. He's on the bed... I go to investigate and Dad is prone on his back behind a couch with Mother and the other lady bent over him. Like I said, he is dead. Mother had dragged him downstairs and the two of them were trying to drag him back up...

I’m in a shopping mall. I have a small, plump baby that needs feeding. I put her to my breast and my two real sons react with laughing repulsion and take off. I cover the baby for modesty’s sake and feed her on both sides.

Nurturing is the main theme of my first dream where Mother would not care for the baby/toddler or the dogs and it was left to me. In the second dream I feel the anguish only a parent understands when I believe my young daughter might be hurt which brings us to:

“The Distractions”
In a montage, I see my sister and sister-in-law jumping off fences and various other things. They’re at different ages as the snapshots appear. I think this curious: I hadn’t realised they were into jumping.

This one really is eerie..

She scampers up some steel structure ... runs out to the edge pauses only a second and jumps off. She's done this jumping off heights before, been practicing it which I think is nonsense ...

I see a vehicle driving up the side of a building.

Maybe like a car going up to the top of a tall building to get washed.

I wander down a path. I notice a head emerging from under a log and I think it must be a lizard or a snake.

Do say? I won't to quote from my dream about the snake as it was so prominent but -

I get a good look at his face and it's burnt-orange with the texture of an iguana - even his mouth is iguana-like.

Note to self: I was searching for 'Liz', not 'lizard' you silly brain.


A section on “The Drover’s Wife” mentioned “wizened children”, a dog called, “Alligator” and a snake. I wonder if to some extent last night’s dreaming picked up on what I’d be doing a couple of hours later.

Cool

“As my Sons’ Sister.”
I’m with my son H but I’m his sister rather than his mother.

There's a strange switch in my dream where I'm looking for my daughter to deliver me from the situation - a role reversal.

Ok, that's it.

[CFTraveler]

I definitely missed the boat- nothing purple at all- the only thing I can relate to what any of you dreamed is the 'riding in the car' dream and the 'looking at notes' when I was looking at the notification on some of the last days (and they weren't wet.)

[CFTraveler]

Okay, okay, epic fail this time.

But it was fun.

Are we gonna redo this in another setup, or shall we modify the experiment itself?

(BTW, I hardly ever notice people's eye color consciously or remember it. )

Cheers,
Oliver

I think we should keep the setup the way it is, with new senders and 'trusted person', and keep it in this thread- it's easy to keep track of.

I didn't participate in this experiment, but I'd like to send out the next symbol if that's ok.

Sounds good. Now we need a 'trusted confederate', unless Neil wants to keep that job.