CF's dream diary

**eyeoneblack** · 3rd January 2014, 04:32 PM

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. (?)

**CFTraveler** · 3rd January 2014, 04:44 PM

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

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.

**CFTraveler** · 31st January 2014, 08:40 PM

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.

**CFTraveler** · 6th February 2014, 01:12 PM

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.

**CFTraveler** · 17th February 2014, 03:35 PM

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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**CFTraveler** · 17th February 2014, 03:19 PM

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.

**eyeoneblack** · 17th February 2014, 06:33 PM

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).

**CFTraveler** · 17th February 2014, 07:13 PM

I like to call it "High Strangeness"

. Been a lot of that lately.

**CFTraveler** · 25th February 2014, 09:43 PM

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.

**CFTraveler** · 26th February 2014, 02:59 PM

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.