Before I woke up this morning, I saw a huge starry field, but everything was in green. Then I realized… I was seeing the night sky, and saw that EVERY STAR is connected to each other by tubes. The entire universe was connected to each other in a lattice-like structure. Some of the stars were darkened, but still connected to the bright glowing ones. Is this how our universe is really connected to each other? Are the tubes the dark matter that we have been looking for all along? .
The mind is a wonderful thing.
I’ve grown to believe that in our first waking moments from a deep sleep, when you wake up, that our mind is at its most creative point. It’s that moment when you wake up, and you’re starting to feel hungry, or already are, or that point where you have that headache and that hole in your stomach telling you it is time to eat something. I think that is the physical starting point of fasting, and for some reason, it makes your mind race and more creative and totally awake. I think there’s some truth to that for I was reading somewhere that when you eat, your stomach becomes full, and then all the blood rushes to your stomach, leaving your head, and making your mind sleepy.
Well, just before I woke up from my deep sleep, and in the minutes I spent in bed, rolling around in the vestiges of early wake, I was having this dream that I was a person in another world. This is that world.
I was in our world, or another one just like it, but it was in the future. Maybe not far, but long enough, that the next generation of kids (or 2nd even) grew up with special abilities. Something we have in the “real” world comes back to bite us in the worst way. We spend these one or two generations trying to deal with it. There is a civil war during that time but it is world-wide, between societies based on wealth, and racism based on genetic purity.
There are some positives. Travel has become somewhat easier for the very rich, and flying machines have started to become commonplace.
My dream self lived in this time.
I was born in a futuristic city that was the second or third wave of children born. Other than the few flying cars I could see, everything in a city still “looked the same” although, a little bit darker and greyer due to current fads (not necessarily because of pollution). The children that were born in this generation were special in that some of them had “powers”.
The military, of course, took most of these kids in, due to a nationwide government directive, and “drafted” them into government “service”. Most of them were guinea pigs, but a select few, those that survived the scrutinization and poking and prodding, were able to join a highly selective group.
I had a machine in my house that was sent to me. My mother opened its containing box, and it began shooting out what looked like blood and stuff everywhere. It was actually a levitating holographic projector that had started malfunctioning, and my friend was able to get it under control. That’s when I learned about his ability. He also found out about mine because I was the source of random malfunctions everywhere (flickering lights, the crazy machine, ATMs going berserk). My powers just suddenly kicked in when I hit 16-17, and this went on for some time, and luckily , my friend happened to be over at the time that the projector went haywire.
He was part of some gang. He was a couple years older; non-descript mostly. Dark hair, wore a black bandana, grayish military-padded clothing. All of his friends dressed like that, post-modern battlefield-punk. He had a short-black-haired girlfriend, that had a few kids, and was kind to me. He took me to some rally they had because he wanted me to join. It was a huge social gathering in some kind of garage or abandoned concrete building. There were a lot of families there, the parents mostly my age. He used to be in the military, but got out. He never said much about it, and no one dared to ask.
My friend was trying to get me to join his gang because I had some minor abilities. He and his girlfriend’s abilities were actually quite strong. And I thought she was just a young mother with kids.
Unfortunately, just after he took me outside for a few minutes to show me something about what was going on in the city, and to talk to me about what the rally was really about, I fully woke up…
Last night’s dream was kind of a blur. First, I remember I was in some parking lot at night, and a woman, all bundled up in blankets, was sitting in some old black car (early 1900s). Her husband was underneath the car in some hole in the floor working on it.
Then, I was in a hotel on some floor. A blonde actress (that looked like Uma Thurman) was acting out a scene with a younger guy and an older guy in a room. I don’t really recall what it was about. I was going from room to room trying to find some clothes to wear because she and I were going out somewhere. I found some that I liked, but she made me put on some different ones (that I didn’t like), plus some crazy scarf/tie thing that really stood out. I also had redone my hair from the way she had done it originally (which I didn’t like either) and she put it back the way it was.
She then explained to me, “The point of fashion is to not look cool like everyone else, it is to look cool while NOT looking like everyone else. That is Fashion.” And then I woke up.
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I had a really long dream last night, but was only able to remember the last part.
The first part involved me running around with a person I liked (that looked like an actress I liked (we’ll call her Chrissy)). We were with 2 friends of ours (hers?) in some building doing some shopping I guess. I also knew that we were all staying at a hotel that had light wood coloring, and orangeish/pinkish carpeting and walls and decour. I don’t remember most of it, but we were trying to get our shopping done (I don’t even know what I was trying to buy) because there was a movie we wanted to see. Most of the day was spent running around in different stores, with Chrissy and I chatting here and there. She even showed me pics of her family, and what stood out was that her mom and brother had bright yellow hair in some of the pictures. Anyway, we finally made it to the theater and I suddenly realized I did not have
my wallet with me at all. I remembered my wallet (in my mind) looked like my wallet in real life, and that I was missing it.
We’re suddenly back at the hotel, and her friends go off somewhere, and they wanted us to go, but Chrissy and I were going to go get something to eat. She took a shower first, and then I went to take one after her. I get in the bathroom and I notice she has put a few things she bought in there…some new holders for the toothbrushes and some other things that I didn’t recognize (but matched the pink tiling of the bathroom). She starts talking to me from outside the bathroom so I look around the door to hear her better, and she is half-naked with her towel on, looking into a mirror. Ooops! I quickly go back into the bathroom and start apologizing profusely. I tell her I didn’t see very much and said I did think she was very beautiful. She comes into the bathroom (I’m still dressed because I hadn’t yet started to try to take a shower) and thanks me, and says she thinks I’m a really sweet person and that she’d like to get to know me better, and kisses me on the cheek. She then says something like she’d like me to meet her family or vice versa, but then the doorbell rings and voila, her family is here! And heyy, so is my mom. I’m kind of in shock as everyone comes in, because I still … need to take a shower.
I’m feeling at a loss for words as Chrissy introduces her family and then I realize her mom and brother have the same brown hair as her. Chrissy then tells me that they were wearing blonde wigs in the pictures she showed me earlier. Her mom laughs and her brother looks mildly embarassed. So we sit down and they’re all making plans for us to do something together, and I try to tell them, hey, I need to take a shower. My mom, sitting on the left of me, asks me, Do I know how to say Gaga in Spanish? And I think, Gaga? What? Is that even a word in Spanish? Then I realize, in my dream, that I was dreaming because that was the silliest thing I ever heard, and I, regretfully, think it is time to wake up so I do. (?)
So, the length of my dream was pretty long, for I think there was about 30 minutes of it running around through different stores, before the part I posted above. It was definitely my dream though because of the actress and my mom showing up acting like herself. I have no idea who the other people are in my dream, or even if the actress’ family was really her family. I just thought that was the craziest thing though when my Mom said Gaga. She wasn’t even talking about Lady Gaga. Really odd.
This one was interesting. I had tried to get back to sleep immediately after a previous dream and found myself in the living room of someone’s house. It looked rather normal; carpeting, redwood floors and ceiling, electrically lit with small lamps, and also had a man and a woman that I didn’t recognize. They were dressed in steampunkish Victorian clothing; woman in a grey-brown coat and gown, man in a grey top hat and suit with cane. I asked “Where am I?” and they said I was safe. I looked out the very wide back window and saw a beautifully green lawn that sloped downward to a perfect column of trees which bordered a beautiful landscape that I could see two cities against some low mountains in the distance. The sky was somewhat dark blue although the foragery remained a rich green. Against the sky, I could see indescribable flying ships or vehicles with lights that looked like similar to Star Wars ships, but not the same.
The couple said they needed my help and I was excited because I knew I was Lucid Dreaming so I immediately asked where I was. They handed me a newspaper and I couldn’t really read all of it except I saw the date was either August or September something, year 1596. I looked around the room and asked, “Shouldn’t this be 2014 or something?” They said No, the date was correct. I noted there was a grey map on the front page that had the North America on it, except the U.S. was marked with different (unreadable) names that I subconsciously thought weren’t the normal states. I asked if the U.S. had won the Civil War, and they explained that I was on a different earth where England had won the civil war, and that although this earth and my earth’s timelines are different, technology had still progressed rapidly. I asked again if the year was correct because by 1596, the Civil War hadn’t even happened yet, but they said yes, the year was right, but time progressed differently here. They sounded like your average non-accented American, but I didn’t think much of it at the time.
Then I was in the middle of some town suddenly with the man and he said they were under attack. By what, I have no idea, but I could the enemy’s grey spaceships flying around above us. There were angry grey stormclouds quite close above us, and sometimes they would shoot out 100 yard long drill-like clouds at things around us. “Look out!” I shouted as one flew overhead us. The cars and buildings around us looked year 2000-ish. From what I could guess, the enemy’s ships were from another country. Which country, I wasn’t exactly sure, but I was guessing Germany. My dream mind also recalled something about there having already been one World War on this planet, but I didn’t know if this was a 2nd one.
As we made our way into another building to escape the drills, a woman garbed in dark clothes with a scarf around her face came up to me and said “Thank you for coming here and helping us. I’m the one who brought you here. My name is Lorea (lo-ree-ah).” I told her, “Oh I’ve seen you before, but I didn’t realize they were you.” In my dream mind, I had remembered seeing her several times as different women that were watching me, although I couldn’t recall all those times.
And unfortunately, I suddenly woke up and realized I couldn’t go back to sleep.
(I just don’t know where these dreams come from sometimes. Nothing to do with anything going on in my life currently).
I was in some college or high school class, and surrounded by people in their late teens or 20s; all of them I didn’t recognize. It was either a biology or anatomy class. I don’t even like anatomy, and my original anatomy/biology classes did not look like this one.
Then I was in another room (same building) making copies of blue sketches on white paper (human anatomy drawings), and I was trying to make many of them. Lots of them actually, and hoping the professor wouldn’t catch me making so many. I think I had 9 stacks of them in a 3x3 outlay on a table; about 20-30 per pile.
Then I was in another class, same building. I was sitting across from a girl who looked almost exactly like Jasmine from SYTYCD this season. She was laughing and teasing me because I was trying to do my school work (no idea what it was), and she knew I liked her, and was trying to ignore her.
Then it was time to leave and I was going one way and she was going another, so she yelled out (while smiling) her home address to me in the middle of everyone, and told me to come over. I was smiling too, and then I woke up. (?).
Sometimes my mind just races (fills in information) as it is trying to wake up. This dream this morning is an example of that. I was waking up and then vaguely trying to fall back asleep because I know I always wake up too early.
I was in some dorm-like area I’ve never been before and I see my old boss Doug outside in a barber’s chair waiting for a haircut. I go into a room behind him and there is his barber and himself sitting down. They invite me to stay and chat with them. His barber (? - never seen this guy before) gives me his business card (illegible, just some pretty white cursive font on a blue background) and says he’d like me to join them for class on Wednesday nights. This was somewhat normal, because when I used to work for Doug, some members of our office would have study sessions on those nights to prep for information technology certification tests. I said okay, and then Doug tells me he’d like me to give a speech next week. I start thinking about what I might talk about, and then Doug says he’d like me to talk about investing. I laugh and say I’m probably one of the last people to talk about it (due to more fail than win in the stock market), but he assures me it would be good for everyone to know. Then I realize there is much they could learn from my experiences with the stock market, and I start piecing together sections in my mind on what I could talk about, and how it would relate to them. However, I also realize that I’m dreaming. and I need to wake up … which I did.
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With 2-3 friends (didn’t recognize them), we’d go to some windowed yogurt shop that was on a steep road and it had customers seated outside. Then we were on some yacht, and we sat in some party room that had wooden floors, and a polished red and black wood interior. While we were on the boat, one of my friends kept writing in a journal which was documenting the position of it while we were out at sea.
Then one of my friends wanted to buy the yacht. We went to the owner’s house. While there, he was documenting things in a journal. At first, I thought it was the position of the ship, but he kept writing in it even though we were at the owner’s place. The owner of the boat saw the journal and asked about it. I told him my friend wanted to keep information in it, and also told him whether we bought his boat or not, he was still going to buy a yacht.
After that, there were some flashes of us going into someone’s (his?) family’s house. White floors and walls with oriental rugs. It was vaguely Hindi in furnishings, carpets and artifacts around the hallway.
Then I was with a friend of mine (she looked like Famke Jannsen) and we were sitting at a table that was directly against a wall. The place was darkly lit (black), and there were other people there, but hard to see them as well. She was trying to get some pink hand-held device named Alice to work. It wasn’t working properly so we had to wait for it to recharge. While doing this, she proceeded to take off her top and I saw her breasts so I turned away, and she was smiling and laughing at me because I was sneaking a peek to see if she was still nude from the waist up. I have no idea why she was doing this either, lol.
Then I was waking up and I heard a faint melody which changed into a song in my head. I heard Sara Brightman singing so I wrote the words and recorded the melody for later in case I hear it again.
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I definitely think someone nearby has been going to some military-type school; probably cadet training of some sort.
I was in some suburban wooded area with short homes, wood exteriors, brick houses, buildings and homes; very green short leafy trees; the grass was lush, short and green. I was at work in some small building when this teenager shows up and asks his brother to go to lunch with him. Lunch was actually a big deal because it was his first day at some military school, and he wanted his brother to be there. His brother couldn’t go so I went with him instead. I wish I could remember what everyone looked like, but I don’t.
Afterwards, I went back to work, and thought I was going to be late for some kind of formation. As everyone was getting ready, I felt worried that I didn’t have my uniform ready. Either my brain reasserted itself, or I thought it, but I realized I was a civilian now, and not in the military anymore, so I didn’t have to wear a uniform at all.
After that, I drove with someone to the BX nearby in another area where the back of the parking lot (far away) was actually dirt with a bunch of trees. As we drove, a flash flood appeared and there was water in the streets about 3 feet high everywhere. We made it to the lot and got out; the water was only about a few inches high on the ground. Then I woke up.
Earlier, when I was thinking about this dream, I was reminded of another dream that I was going to write down, but I forgot it in the process of trying to create this blog with a new name. I’ll probably remember it again later at some point.
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Just a short intro. I will be posting all my dreams here. Feel free to contribute anything dream-related.
