CF's dream diary

**CFTraveler** · 2nd October 2012, 02:41 PM

I was walking around a building we owned. I walked in and entered the ice cream parlor I worked in when I was in high school. It looked like a restaurant I worked at later, but it had its own internal logic. I went to the back of the counter where they were swamped with customers. I came in, and started working. I made a point to say I wasn't working that day, but they obviously needed help so I pitched in. When the rush was over, I walked over to the back, to tell the owners I was there and working.
In the back room there was a very large mannequin that was made of styrofoam. I felt compelled to start painting him in a realistic manner. He was dressed, and I had done his head and was doing his neck when he started moving and talking to me.
He told me "you made me so I belong to you now" and got up to follow me.
I was startled and a little afraid, and did not want this golem to follow me around. I said to him "I did not make you. I merely painted you. You were made by someone else, possibly a factory, possibly the owner of this establishment. That is not me". He seemed confused at this, as if he had no idea what a factory or company was.
We walked out of this back room, and the owner was outside, possibly talking to someone else. The owner was not anyone I can identify, he was not the owner of either of the places I worked in referenced in the first part of the dream.
The golem (how I thought of him) started to talk to the owner of the place, and the owner accused him of being a con man. then the golem said he was a real person because he had money. He pulled out a checkbook with the logo of a bank that has been connected to many disreputable actions in the economic bubble bursting in the past few years.
The man looked at the checks and said they were toys in a kit that he sold. I was trying to explain to the man what happened when I was woken up to get up.
As I write this I wonder at the symbolic implications this just brought up in my mind.

**CFTraveler** · 3rd October 2012, 01:47 PM

I was in this circular room, looked like an old-style star trek set (but new and shiny looking). I was being told by an unseen friend that I was stupid and I at once understood that she was only my friend for what I knew, but since I was no longer smart she wasn't really my friend, she had no use for me. I screamed at her and was very hurt. I was also angry because I identified with my mind and now it was no longer any good. I was standing in front of a console that had many buttons and I didn't know what they did, and I could not understand what the signs meant- I couldn't do the simplest thing, and instead of helping me she just laughed at me.
After feeling hurt (very hurt, it still stung as I woke up) I decided to leave, and the (also unseen) mother of the 'friend' said something about giving me a headband for my hair, and I said no thanks, thinking that I wouldn't be back.

I'm not sure what this internal conflict is about (I'm sure all these are versions of me) but I was very depressed this morning, or sad- for no apparent reason.

**CFTraveler** · 7th October 2012, 01:25 PM

I was in a place that seemed like a refugee camp, and we had all sorts of animals to care for. It was not a zoo in the normal sense, but in a way it was. I was tasked with feeding the lions, and we had to give them a sense of normalcy (hunting) but didn't want them killing anyone else in the group.
I was taught to fill large pumpkins with dog food, and let them think they were eating someone's head- they received animal bodies (I don't know what they died of) but I was to prepare the 'fake' heads and let them find them.
At some point later in the dream I was busy doing something else (that I forget) and I ran to prepare the heads for the lions to feed on before they attacked someone.

**CFTraveler** · 10th October 2012, 02:38 PM

Another dream of getting another house. Not sure what this is about.
In this one the house is inhabited by the ghost of (get this) Brad Pitt and his wife (not AJ or JA, someone else). They are semitransparent, and living in it as if we weren't there, and we're in the same place but more solid- two families living in the same space in different times.
When we first arrive there it looks abandoned, and we do some repairs (something to do with a kitchen counter), and once we're settled, we start to see the ghosts in the house. Then, when we get used to that, we go out to the back porch and there is a colony of dogs living in the porch (we have two indoor cats). Someone has been feeding them as there is a giant bag of Alpo in the wall. I look around wondering how long they've been there, and see there is no poop in the floor, although there's at least fifty dogs there and the garage door is closed. (It's a back porch which back door looks like a garage.) We start feeding them and open the back door so they can go outside. Two of the smaller dogs are having doggie sex and at first I'm alarmed, as the female dog looks like my girl cat, but when I look closely it's not her, it's a small yappy dog.
I wake up.

**CFTraveler** · 21st October 2012, 03:01 AM

Last night (or early morning) a very long dream, I would wake up and go back into it.
We were in this large room, I knew it was in Germany and was a great hall with a giant Christmas tree in the middle. There was a door in the back of the room. Someone and I went through the door and saw a completely different reality, with aliens in it. I do not remember what they looked like, but I knew they were aliens. The act of seeing them changed something in both of us and we immediately knew they have been on earth and have slowly been taking over. We could see what they looked like and they also could see now that we saw them, and we were now marked for death.
Looking through the other side of the door (we had actually gone 'in' and moved around this other reality, learning about the 'others' and how they disguised themselves, and what they were doing) and at some point they discovered us. So we got back through the door to the 'regular' human side of the planet and we started moving away and escaping. For the rest of the morning I continued the 'escaping from them in various ways' theme, sometimes hiding (by changing how they saw me, an energetic thing) and other times by physically running and hiding. In this dream I was accompanied by a family group (not my 'regular here now' family) but my 'dream' family or tribe. There was no resolution at the end of the dream, I just woke up with backaches and had to get up.

**CFTraveler** · 21st October 2012, 08:35 PM

A three parter.
I was watching TV and a news item came up, and it was reporting news about my family that distressed me, because it was not true, and I was very upset. As I got more and more upset, my father appeared and began to comfort me. I told him what the news said and why it had all the facts wrong, and I wondered why someone would report it the way they did. I woke up, used the bathroom and came back to bed. After going to sleep now I was in the house where I grew up, and my father was there. I woke him up to ask him why we were back there, (I thought he might have come back for a reason) but this time it wasn't him, it was a creature that looked like him but had fangs, and I started to fight him, and he bit my finger. I fought and fought and I woke up, and then went back to sleep, and summoned my 'pet' lion (which comes to me sometimes in dreams). This time I was not asleep, but in the liminal state, (I had fifteen minutes before getting up) and the lion came to me, and soothed me with his low growl. He was nice and comforted me, and then it was time to get up, so I had to leave my lion and get up.

**CFTraveler** · 22nd October 2012, 12:56 PM

I was pregnant but the baby kept coming out and asked for things, kind of like a kangaroo. The first time it wanted oatmeal, and I remember feeding it and it almost drowned in the bowl. It was difficult and moody. It was also the size of a bean. A small bean. Now it had come out again and asked for beef stew. I had no ingredients for beef stew, and was looking around to make it, but was now too big to move around comfortably. I finally got it made and it was now jumping back and forth in my belly, and when I put my hand in my belly (or over it on my clothes) it would pop through and bite me in the finger, as if it had come out again and were jumping over my belly and biting. This woke me up, and for a bit I realized I was being 'bit' on the same finger (the right index) that got bit yesterday in the dream, but in a different place this time.
I wonder if there is something going on with this finger that is translating to weird dreams.

**CFTraveler** · 24th October 2012, 08:29 PM

I just got the memory of a dream I had, either last night or the night before. In it I was reading Enochian, in a tablet. Not sure if I understood it or not, but I "recognized" it as I read it.

**CFTraveler** · 25th October 2012, 01:29 PM

This is weird, I think we might have been visited last night. Here's why:
My husband dreamed that we went into the house, and he saw my mother in the back of the house. He was shocked, and she tried to hide from him. He asked her how come, if she was dead she could be there. She told him that after you pass you go 'somewhere else' for a while, and then 'they send you back to your loved ones' but you don't see them, they're supposed to stay out of sight. She began to explain to him how things work in the afterlife when the alarm went off.

I was dreaming about a coworker I used to know, who passed a few years ago. In my dream he was in my bedroom with us and I was concerned that I was sitting in my room in my pajamas, and I kept checking to make sure the covers did their job. I woke up and noticed that I was in the same position as the dream, went to the bathroom, and reflected on why I would dream about this guy who was not close to me or anything. I had a hard time going back to sleep, it was late and I was very awake. I got up again and drank some water, roamed the house and then finally went back to bed, it was not easy to go back to sleep. So now in the early morning I dreamed that I was in the kitchen of my house (the one I grew up in) and I had received a box. As I opened it I knew I was supposed to call the company that sent it and 'knew' the number. I dialed it and a lady came on the line. She asked me to get the paperwork in the box for the stuff they had sent me, and I asked my mother to go through the box. She got the paperwork and read off the numbers to the lady on the line. I did, and we went to take the stuff out of the box as I hung up the phone, when the alarm went off.
Both of us were having different dreams about my mom at the same time. He was obviously lucid enough to be shocked at her presence, I was not lucid at all, and simply accepted her presence as normal.

**CFTraveler** · 27th October 2012, 06:41 PM

I had some news yesterday that supports the idea this previous dream phenomenon probably was a visitation, not a coincidence. Won't explain, but things will be clarified soon, I think.

On to last night's dream:
We go to where my grandfather's farm used to be. (Recurring theme, the house is now a museum). As usual, I tell the people who work there that I am the granddaughter of the man that used to live there, and all of a sudden I'm the owner. This is a recurring theme, but then something different happens from the usual dream scenario.
We go to a spot I used to love (there was a side step leading to a very dense jungly garden with a water fountain next to it IRL). We go to see it in the dream and it has been paved over and there is a gift shop right next to it. I start to cry and explain to the bewildered shop clerk why I'm crying.
The dream goes on and on as we survey the house (as usual, it's bigger than it was IRL(it doesn't exist anymore) and now (a new development) we have decided to move in it and restore it. We walk around the little town (not what it is IRL) that looks like something from an island brochure- very cute cottages and the place is sunny and touristy and lovely.
We walk around the neighborhood and meet very friendly and cheerful people, and they invite us into their house, to stay there until we get ours ready for occupancy, but I find something creepy about them, an overeagerness that makes me uneasy. I go upstairs (not sure why, they were showing me upstairs rooms we can stay in) and realize that the upstairs lofts are not safe, the walls are up but not attached, and any child could lean on it and fall down and get hurt, and as I go around surveying the lack of safety, I decide we're not staying there, and go downstairs and call my son, who has wandered off with his father. I meet my husband downstairs, and ask him where our son is, and he doesn't seem to know.
So we both go outside, calling him, and I wake up.