The Dream Thread

[Patrick]

You know, I think there is all the stuff required for a great movie in this story. You should put this through a producer.

I dreamed there was what I can only describe as a massive, negative, parasitic consciousness. It had multiple ways of infecting people, but the most common was through these locust-like creatures. They would fly around in clouds, and if any of them touched you for more than a few seconds they would burrow beneath your skin, dissolve into you, and completely override your personality. Those who had this happen would lose all emotional capacity and become mindless worker drones that the head consciousness could speak and act through if it so desired. There entire process was somewhat slow, which made it even more horrible, knowing you would feel yourself slipping away bit by bit like some aggressive form of Alzheimer's.

Several of my friends got infected in the dream. Honestly, it was so widespread that 100% infection seemed inevitable, but I had gone to great care to not get any of the bugs on me. In one part of the dream I pulled a mattress on top of myself so that the bugs flying overhead couldn't land on me.

Toward the end of the dream, though, the group I was with got in a fight with some infected people, who would of course go after anyone who wasn't infected. We managed to take them down, but when the fight was over I looked down at my arm and realized some of the bugs had gotten into me without me even realizing it. I wanted to cut off the part of my arm they were buried in but no one had a knife, so we decided to run back to our home base and try to surgically remove them before they could dissolve.

On our way back to the base, we got captured by some of the main soldiers of the nucleus of this huge hive mind, nested in a man's body and acting through his personality, as if wearing him as a glove. It was really quite disturbing. These soldiers had more autonomy than most and were able to talk with us without having words put in their mouths.

I found out that the core consciousness was obsessed with me. He wanted me the way a kid wants a puppy, demanding all of his minions to bring me to him. They told me he was inside the room we were standing outside of, waiting for me.

I was very close to the people still with me, including one man I was in love with. I asked the soldiers if they would leave my friends and lover unharmed if I went in to see this "man" without a fuss. They wouldn't answer me straightly, and I firmly refused to enter the room if they didn't clearly state that those with me wouldn't be harmed. It seemed that I had to enter the room of my own will and couldn't be forced through the doors, because they finally agreed. They took away my friends and I entered the room.

It looked like a regular room with a lot of people in it. I get the sense this was the core consciousness' "collection" of individuals it fancied. By that point I should have been showing all kinds of signs of infection, but I seemed strangely immune to the bugs' effects, which was perhaps why he was so interested in me in the first place.

Before I could meet the actual head honcho, I saw my lover in the room, and saw that he was infected. The soldiers had just lied to me. I felt intense emotional pain and told him I was so, so sorry. He was already partially gone, but he seemed angry that I had allowed this to happen to him. By the end of the dream his personality was almost completely gone and it was awful.

The one ray of hope was this beautiful blue crystal I just sort of manifested, and I wanted to use it to try to reverse the process. I couldn't let myself believe that there was no way to save these people, and myself as well, as I wasn't fond of the idea of being someone's pet for the rest of eternity.

[isis]

i saw ashton kutcher in the dreams this morning. he was saying something that i knew was important but i can't recall a word he said.

[caycegal]

I dreamed there was what I can only describe as a massive, negative, parasitic consciousness. It had multiple ways of infecting people, but the most common was through these locust-like creatures. They would fly around in clouds, and if any of them touched you for more than a few seconds they would burrow beneath your skin, dissolve into you, and completely override your personality. Those who had this happen would lose all emotional capacity and become mindless worker drones that the head consciousness could speak and act through if it so desired. There entire process was somewhat slow, which made it even more horrible, knowing you would feel yourself slipping away bit by bit like some aggressive form of Alzheimer's.

Several of my friends got infected in the dream. Honestly, it was so widespread that 100% infection seemed inevitable, but I had gone to great care to not get any of the bugs on me. In one part of the dream I pulled a mattress on top of myself so that the bugs flying overhead couldn't land on me.

Toward the end of the dream, though, the group I was with got in a fight with some infected people, who would of course go after anyone who wasn't infected. We managed to take them down, but when the fight was over I looked down at my arm and realized some of the bugs had gotten into me without me even realizing it. I wanted to cut off the part of my arm they were buried in but no one had a knife, so we decided to run back to our home base and try to surgically remove them before they could dissolve.

On our way back to the base, we got captured by some of the main soldiers of the nucleus of this huge hive mind, nested in a man's body and acting through his personality, as if wearing him as a glove. It was really quite disturbing. These soldiers had more autonomy than most and were able to talk with us without having words put in their mouths.

I found out that the core consciousness was obsessed with me. He wanted me the way a kid wants a puppy, demanding all of his minions to bring me to him. They told me he was inside the room we were standing outside of, waiting for me.

I was very close to the people still with me, including one man I was in love with. I asked the soldiers if they would leave my friends and lover unharmed if I went in to see this "man" without a fuss. They wouldn't answer me straightly, and I firmly refused to enter the room if they didn't clearly state that those with me wouldn't be harmed. It seemed that I had to enter the room of my own will and couldn't be forced through the doors, because they finally agreed. They took away my friends and I entered the room.

It looked like a regular room with a lot of people in it. I get the sense this was the core consciousness' "collection" of individuals it fancied. By that point I should have been showing all kinds of signs of infection, but I seemed strangely immune to the bugs' effects, which was perhaps why he was so interested in me in the first place.

Before I could meet the actual head honcho, I saw my lover in the room, and saw that he was infected. The soldiers had just lied to me. I felt intense emotional pain and told him I was so, so sorry. He was already partially gone, but he seemed angry that I had allowed this to happen to him. By the end of the dream his personality was almost completely gone and it was awful.

The one ray of hope was this beautiful blue crystal I just sort of manifested, and I wanted to use it to try to reverse the process. I couldn't let myself believe that there was no way to save these people, and myself as well, as I wasn't fond of the idea of being someone's pet for the rest of eternity.

This sounds to me like the broadcasting of negative vibrations we read about in the Ra material, i.e., in your dream state some negative vibrations managed to get through. However, the beautiful blue crystal is in there also, telling you that you can turn your attention to this symbol of love and light. I have had dreams similar to this. I choose to believe they are irrelevant since God is love and God is all.

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It is possible to ask for protection by one's spirit guides, or the Christ consciousness, or your higher self (whatever corresponds to your belief system). My point is that we can ask for help in navigating the non-physical planes. RA said (I believe) that help is only given to the extent to which it is requested.

[xise]

bug bump

[Brittany]

Here is how I would interpret the bug dream: the "bugs" are negative thoughts that, once they take root, can literally "get under your skin" and come to control your whole being without you even realizing it, outside of the fact that your happiness is slowly slipping away. When a person displays a negative attitude, it is often contagious, and can spread like wildfire within groups of people (one person being in a bad mood can ruin the day for the whole office). Often once a person becomes "infected" with a negative attitude, they will begin to lash out at anyone displaying positive qualities because it provides them with an unpleasant mirror.

The nucleus of the parasite represents the shadow self, who honestly just wants attention, and is constantly attempting to grab onto the conscious self and pull it down into its layer so it may be recognized.

The blue crystal represents the ability to know and communicate oneself in clarity, this solid foundation granting immunity to infection from parasitic thoughts.

Considering the things happening in my life right now, I am very grateful this dream was given to me as a teaching tool before the poo hit the fan. If I asked protection from all my nightmares I'd be denied so many valuable lessons. I've had dreams in which I was truly attacked (and woken up with the marks to prove it), and this dream was harmless.

[Fastidious Emanations]

First I dreamt that I drove to this really serene location, the epitome of where I'd like to be. a forest in autumn by the river in the mountains. I parked on one side of the river and while enjoying it noticed that there was a very beautiful spot ion the other side. So I drove over there and sat down looking around, noticing how picturesque the location was which I'd just left. When I was ready to leave I for some reason had parked the car in the river and had to back out. The river seemed to be rising and if I'd waited any longer it would've become stuck. I noticed the landscape was a giant open book so I decided to go for a drive on the pages and see what was there. I just ruined the pages I drove on though as the book was too big for me to comprehend. Then I was somewhere else altogether;

I am at my friend's house it seems, talking to another friend(B) about something friend A once told me that was helpful to my journey as he is not home. Right after I mention his name with the prefix of "my friend" (we have had a strained relationship in the past but recently have amended) he enters the room with a wide smile and they start to interact, when in this same moment my very first friend© (whom I met before having even left the hospital after birth) comes in with a bunch of people I know and enjoy and everyone is dressed very fancifully and has cake and chocolate pudding, as they move the furniture to make a nice circle of bonding. Friend C announces to me, "this is your time to shine, buddy!". As I get up to leave it is apparent that I am at a wedding ceremony, my mom is there as well as extended family and other friends. I cannot though for the life of me figure out who's wedding it is. I went outside to find cake, more extended family and friends of mine, one of whom knew nobody else at the wedding. I hadn't time to make him more comfortable though or introduce to anyone. Basically everyone I know well is there. Went back inside to go say hi to the bride and groom. As I am standing in what is now the gymnasium entrance which has replaced the old shabby house, a team of green-shirt ill-wishing dudes comes in to froch the groom who is upstairs with the bride (they've already wed now). The first guy I see I try to throw a fist at his face, he is much smaller though older than me. He tosses me to the side as they rush to the staircase, I feel so weak. I am determined that these guys will not ruin my friend's wedding. As I am running towards them and others of the party are preparing to defend against their onslaught, I am now in the back of a car with an old lady (possibly a friend's mom) as two friends up front are driving. The old lady and I are vibrating a loving tone. The stars are densely packed except in the middle of the densely packed milky way formation are empty hexes with single stars in the centre.

Next I am playing video game where the character keeps falling down the cliff and dying. It is very sad. Then I am in a game. Very realistic, I am wearing a Master-Chief-like suit of futuristic armour, standing on a platform. A voice tells me, as I look at this large circular light (the planet is covered in mechanical and ever moving, building towers, etc) on the wall the name of this AI construct which apparently owns a large host of planets, this name I forget. The AI is trying to contain the Flood (which in Halo are the infection which infest all living organisms) As I am going to enter the building I realise that I am actually the only organic form of life left anywhere near this sector of space/time which contains the light.

I believe I have discovered the underlying reasoning behind this dream in context to my life and what I was thinking about directly before sleeping. Now is the time. Verily thanks for any suggestions though.

[xise]

Here is how I would interpret the bug dream: the "bugs" are negative thoughts that, once they take root, can literally "get under your skin" and come to control your whole being without you even realizing it, outside of the fact that your happiness is slowly slipping away. When a person displays a negative attitude, it is often contagious, and can spread like wildfire within groups of people (one person being in a bad mood can ruin the day for the whole office). Often once a person becomes "infected" with a negative attitude, they will begin to lash out at anyone displaying positive qualities because it provides them with an unpleasant mirror.

The nucleus of the parasite represents the shadow self, who honestly just wants attention, and is constantly attempting to grab onto the conscious self and pull it down into its layer so it may be recognized.

The blue crystal represents the ability to know and communicate oneself in clarity, this solid foundation granting immunity to infection from parasitic thoughts.

Considering the things happening in my life right now, I am very grateful this dream was given to me as a teaching tool before the poo hit the fan. If I asked protection from all my nightmares I'd be denied so many valuable lessons. I've had dreams in which I was truly attacked (and woken up with the marks to prove it), and this dream was harmless.

I often have zombie dreams and I interpret them the same way.

I love my "nightmares" because they are sure signs of a message that will stick me through the veil of waking up forgetting. They are often very powerful and important messages of guidance.

[AnthroHeart]

Someone was helping me to bed on green plastic sheets. There was also coal mining that produced coal dust. And a theme park Halloween special that people lined up for. It was like a ride. I didn't go on it though, because I had the overwhelming urge to sleep. There was some excitement about the coal mining. The whole feeling of the dream was soft and inviting, even though they used hard tools to dig out the coal. It was like a conveyer belt machine in the air that dug out the coal and brought it from one building to another.

Though it wasn't as good as the dream I had a few days ago about that special man that everyone loved.

[caycegal]

Here is how I would interpret the bug dream: the "bugs" are negative thoughts that, once they take root, can literally "get under your skin" and come to control your whole being without you even realizing it, outside of the fact that your happiness is slowly slipping away. When a person displays a negative attitude, it is often contagious, and can spread like wildfire within groups of people (one person being in a bad mood can ruin the day for the whole office). Often once a person becomes "infected" with a negative attitude, they will begin to lash out at anyone displaying positive qualities because it provides them with an unpleasant mirror.

The nucleus of the parasite represents the shadow self, who honestly just wants attention, and is constantly attempting to grab onto the conscious self and pull it down into its layer so it may be recognized.

The blue crystal represents the ability to know and communicate oneself in clarity, this solid foundation granting immunity to infection from parasitic thoughts.

Considering the things happening in my life right now, I am very grateful this dream was given to me as a teaching tool before the poo hit the fan. If I asked protection from all my nightmares I'd be denied so many valuable lessons. I've had dreams in which I was truly attacked (and woken up with the marks to prove it), and this dream was harmless.

Wow, your interpretation sounds very good, I like it.

[Brittany]

Somewhere between sleeping and waking, I heard the most beautiful piano solo playing in my head. I realized it was a theme song for one of the characters in my book, perhaps for if it ever got made into a movie. I realized that I was the one composing this solo, and I felt sad because I knew I wouldn't remember it when I actually woke up, and even if I did I wouldn't have the technical expertise to replicate it. I can't even remember what it sounded like now, only that it was perfect enough to move someone to tears. I've had other instances of this in the past, even when fully awake. Perhaps I was a composer in a past life...or maybe I'm just sensitive enough to pick up on songs as they're being thought into existence from time to time.

[AnthroHeart]

I have frequently heard piano music that was beautiful. It's the Sounds of the Spheres that angels make.

Once in a dream I heard a beautiful song about Raccoon Mario from Super Mario Bros that made me cry with tears in my eyes when I awoke. I think the only dream that had that effect on me.

[Unbound]

Somewhere between sleeping and waking, I heard the most beautiful piano solo playing in my head. I realized it was a theme song for one of the characters in my book, perhaps for if it ever got made into a movie. I realized that I was the one composing this solo, and I felt sad because I knew I wouldn't remember it when I actually woke up, and even if I did I wouldn't have the technical expertise to replicate it. I can't even remember what it sounded like now, only that it was perfect enough to move someone to tears. I've had other instances of this in the past, even when fully awake. Perhaps I was a composer in a past life...or maybe I'm just sensitive enough to pick up on songs as they're being thought into existence from time to time.

This is one of the most painful parts of being a composer/musician, is the enourmous amount of music "lost" in the mind after being heard. I hear music a lot every day, compositions which are breathtaking but only on occasion am I able to in some way capture the music. I always hope that some day each piece will come back to me when I am ready to transcribe it to sound. The music I have heard is otherworldly.

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I have frequently heard piano music that was beautiful. It's the Sounds of the Spheres that angels make.

Once in a dream I heard a beautiful song about Raccoon Mario from Super Mario Bros that made me cry with tears in my eyes when I awoke. I think the only dream that had that effect on me.

Also popularly known as the Music of the Spheres by old philosophers.

[AnthroHeart]

I'm waiting for scientists to be able to record dreams/thoughts. They're making some progress, although it's very fuzzy now. I'd love to be able to watch video that was my dream. If there's audio too, then one wouldn't have to lose the music they're hearing. I have wanted to learn to play piano. I have a keyboard, so maybe I should pick it up. It would be nice to be able to sight read. I don't think it takes that long to learn that skill, if dedication is put in. But producing music is another thing altogether.

[Unbound]

I have often wished I could just telepathically share the music in my head with others aha

[Melissa]

I have often wished I could just telepathically share the music in my head with others aha

Me too! And not just music

[AnthroHeart]

I wish I could hear the original music inside people's heads before they actually produce it. It would be nice to see how the songs I love began.

Many musicians have perfect pitch and can magically produce it just as it is in their head.

I'd like to hear you music too Tanner. Perhaps after this life, when I'm in my life review I'll be able to. I think we spend more time on the other side than we do on this side, so there's plenty of time to experience it all.

Bashar says we can do whatever we want on the other side. Including visiting other dimensions. I'd love to hear from the source of all music.

[Brittany]

I imagine that's what it's like in higher densities, where telepathy is the norm. You can probably just make art with your mind, for everyone to see and enjoy. I've had dreams where I thought whole movies into existence, that I could later re-watch. In one dream I created a beautiful oil painting without ever picking up a brush. Exciting to think about.

[Fastidious Emanations]

Me too! And not just music

Soon, we will see.
I have only ever communicated visually with higher lifeforms, and let me say their ability to express the self is... AHHhHmMmm...
Thank you for this actually helps boost my longing for visual creative expression.

[AnthroHeart]

My only contact with a higher being was when I saw what I thought was Ra once. Though I've talked a lot about that experience already. He was doing hand gestures. I didn't get much out of it. The only thing they said was "No" when I asked them a question. Like PA it was communicating visually. I think the fact they were there meant more than any words exchanged.

[Fastidious Emanations]

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[Jeremy]

Tonight was one of the first nights in a while that I actually remembered my dreams which hopefully signifies a return in a sense as I used to always remember at least bits of a dream every night.

I was at a familiar place in my dream which was my grandparents old house in North Carolina. I frequently dream of this place as I hold such cherished memories of that time period. Anyways, it was completely different. The front yard, albeit beautifully done, was completely different. Instead of the single creek running through the front yard, someone had diverted it to create multiple ponds that snaked throughout the front yard which I was a little perturbed about. The place where my cousin and I had slet so much time arranging the rocks to allow a beautiful flow of water was gone.

I then looked up at the house and realized the entire second floor of the house was gone! I completely freaked out over this. I couldn't believe they would decimate my grandpas work like that. I remember walking around the property and seeing that someone had purchased the land behind theirs and bout a beautiful pond where it contained this quaint dock that made it appear quite picturesque.


Right before awakening and actually during the precise period where I could hear the bird chirping of the gradual alarm that I have, I was waking with a group of people and we all could smell patchouli. There were those who kept saying "no it's rose #7" then others saying "no it's definitely patchouli". As we walked in to some kind of esoteric type store, sure enough there was patchouli burning along with a large cone shape that said rose #7. At this point, I was slowly being awakened by my alarm but I was trying my best to read what it said below the incense as I knew it was important. There were letters capitalized and in bold as I read it. They were S P P then I wok up grrrr lol. I can't even remember what the sentences were lol

[Brittany]

Oh man, the dream I just had!

I found out there was this little historical town on the outskirts of my city, down by the river. It was out of the way and not many people knew about it, but my friend took me there. We had to cross an old, wooden bridge to enter the town. It was so quaint. I put on roller skates to be able to get around the area quicker, and was skating up these old streets. The architecture was absolutely stunning, and I was determined to come back with a camera to get some shots for artwork. As I skated out farther the ground gave way to a type of marshland uncharacteristic of Kentucky. The ground was extremely muddy. I saw a path going off into some trees I wanted to follow, as it was supposed to lead to another bridge, but my skates couldn't go any father on that ground, so I figured I would come back later with regular shoes.

There were supposed to be many bridges in this town, some of them crossing the river. The actual name began with a T, but it was also called the little city of bridges. I eventually left the area, but longed to come back and take some pictures of the architecture.

There is one particular image that appeared in this part of the dream that didn't seem to fit at all. It was the body of what appeared to be a large elk, but instead of a head it had a ton of tree limbs growing out of its head, and was standing still like a tree instead of acting like a living creature. I found this image odd, but didn't make too much of it in the dream.

Some time later I came back with my parents and friend. We crossed the same bridge, and I was excited to show them everything. My dad suddenly had to use the restroom and ran into a little store, and the woman inside was extremely hateful and rude to him. I was like uhhh....wow, but we moved on. We walked down a huge white staircase that wasn't a spiral staircase, but it sort of followed the perimeter of the room as it went down. When we got to the bottom I took some pictures and one picture was filled with a weird white mist. I took a picture of a random object lying on the floor, and when I looked at the picture it looked completely different. Instead it looked like dead alien bodies. I was starting to get weirded out at this point. Everything seemed different this time around and a lot of the people we ran into were extremely unfriendly. It eventually escalated to the point that I felt like they might attack us, so we decided to leave.

My mom drove us out, and as we were driving along the road we saw another bridge leading back into the area. For some reason my mom turned the car and started driving toward the bridge. This bridge looked much worse than the original, with large holes in its surface, and I started screaming at my mom to stop. Why would she try to drive back into town when we'd already agreed we wanted to be out of that place? My mom seemed to have gone into zombie mode, however, and just drove over the bridge, fortunately not hitting any of the holes. She drove farther back into the town and I continued to shout at her, as she seemed to have gone deaf. Finally she seemed to come to her senses and turned the car around to leave again, but as we drove back toward the bridge the car started malfunctioning, until it broke down altogether. Realizing that something was very wrong at this point, I told everyone to get out of the car and just walk. We started walking toward the bridge but everyone started slowing down and moving like zombies. I, too, felt some sort of pull trying to get me to stop, but my will was strong enough to resist it. There were other people by the bridge, too, who had apparently also tried to walk out, who at some point had just stopped and were standing frozen in place, just staring at the bridge. I ran around them and started shouting words of encouragement, telling them to fight it, that we could get out of there. To my surprise this actually seemed to affect them and they began moving again, and everyone was able to get off of the bridge.

At this point I woke up, or at least I thought I woke up. I was back in my parents' house, which I wind up in a lot in my dreams. I think a part of my mind still considers the house I lived in for 20 years home. I was in my old bed, and as soon as I woke up I realized something was wrong. Some sort of dark force was on top of me, pushing me into the bed. I could feel my whole body shaking and realized it was trying to possess me. I tried to scream for help but my voice was gone. I absolutely refused to let this thing take over me, and I pushed harder and harder with my will, until I was able to speak again. I said "In the name of the One Infinite Creator, you must depart this place!" at first in a whisper, but then louder and louder until I was shouting it and at last the presence left me.

Somehow I got back into the original dream, and my parents and friend and I were walking around in the streets, trying to find our way back home. The entire landscape had turned unfamiliar and we couldn't figure out what direction we had entered from. Though we hadn't gone over any more bridges, I got the feeling that we were still in the bad part of the town. It felt as if the evil of that place was intensifying and spreading. As we walked a large dog ran up to us and started growling and tried to bite my mom. I managed to calm it down, and then some other animals came over. I seemed to have a calming effect on all the animals, who seemed plagued with some sort of madness. My mom asked if we should try to find the dog's owners, but I said considering the nature of everyone we had met in the area, probably not.

We walked farther, and suddenly crappy old music began blaring on loudspeakers that had been installed on top of the buildings. It sounded like a distorted national anthem, and confederate flags began unfurling of their own accord on the top of the buildings. People in the streets stopped to salute the flags. They all looked like zombies. A man's voice started coming out of the speakers blaring hate propaganda. I was torn between saluting so they wouldn't realize we weren't under whatever spell had consumed the place, and my own ethical values which found such action appalling. No one saw us, anyway, and we reached the edge of town and could see the river.

An absolutely enormous bridge rose over the river, made out of bloody bones. The sight of it was awe-inspiring and horrible. I knew that if we crossed that bridge we would enter an area even more deplorable than this one. It was not an escape, but basically a gateway into hell. All of the evil seemed to be spilling from this area.

I randomly found a pamphlet on the ground that explained the history of the town. It seemed to have been placed there for me to find. As I read the words, I also saw pictures in my head, and felt some sort of inner voice explaining it. The story went something like this:

A long time ago, a very nasty man had whipped the town into a racist fervor, and all ethic peoples were persecuted to the extreme. The ethnic people all banded together in one area, and their hatred for their persecutors became so strong that it became a living force. These two forces of hate became supernatural in their intelligence, and clashed against each other, tainting the land and everyone on it. One man had objected to all the fighting and tried to stop it, but of course he had been entirely ignored, so he had secluded himself and also become twisted with hatred toward both sides. He hated everyone for trapping him in such a horrible place with their senseless fighting. In time he had become the darkest person of all in that town. I knew it was his home that lay on the other side of the river, across the bone bridge.

I suddenly heard his voice in my head. It said "When you were walking on the bridge, you were with me in the Void. You will speak my words for me." I was not at all open to this suggestion. I was certainly not going to allow some malevolent consciousness to possess my body, even if he still thought his intentions were noble. He still seemed to want to stop the fighting, but had no love in his heart, and couldn't seem to fight hate with anything but his own hate.

I then woke up. By the end of the dream I was feeling such a palpable sense of dread. It was heavy, the darkness thick enough to be tangible. Very similar to the energy I perceived when I met my dweller at the threshold. I am wondering if I was actually supposed to cross that bridge, and get to the center of my own darkest heart, or if I perhaps slipped into a particularly nasty corner of the lower astrals. I've had plenty of vivid dreams, many of them far more terrifying and visceral in content than this one, but only a very small handful have met this level of realness. It was in a category all its own.

[isis]

all i can recall from the dreams this morning is being in the passenger seat of a car & my favorite person in existence was driving us & we kept having to stop at stop signs about every 5 seconds or less. we weren't talking & this scene lasted a long time.

[Fastidious Emanations]

lucid dream, inspirational. quite a bit of information for only 20 minutes of sleep.

[isis]

saw edward snowden this morning. i have no idea where we were, what was up, what we were wearing or anything but i'm 100% positive i saw him & he was really close to my face.

[reeay]

Had this funny dream that Google invented a map where you can locate lost pair of socks.

If you're tech-savy and want to create this technology let me know lol.

[βαθμιαίος]

http://www.mydigitallife.info/google-let...-20-years/

[Jade]

I think I'm coming out of a state of lack of dreaming. The past couple nights I've had more and more recall, and in both evenings I was trying to find or at least desiring a cigarette, which used to be my cue for recall before I got the black out. I don't smoke cigarettes anymore nor have the conscious desire to so I think my subconscious is gradually adjusting me to be able to consciously process and recall again. Last night I have lots of memories, but they are mostly of absurd situations, like speaking on an egg phone, and making change for a $10 bill with a tortilla.

[caycegal]

saw edward snowden this morning. i have no idea where we were, what was up, what we were wearing or anything but i'm 100% positive i saw him & he was really close to my face.

I think sometimes we are just actually "seeing" people in the "astral planes," although Edward Snowden could really be a good symbol for lots of themes such as liberty, courage, freedom, etc.

[Steppingfeet]

Had a dream last night of walking down declining roads. Somehow in the dream I knew that the descent as the road moved downward was some sort of releasing, some sort of letting go. Something about the Creator. There were tears.

Suddenly I reached sea level. A beautiful beach and ocean. As I neared, I could see that the waters were polluted with trash, particularly, trash from a recent massive party, like a big music festival with college-aged kids that was called, for reasons known only to my subconscious, "Raalude"(Pronounced like the 70's drug quaalude.)

Then it was a family resort-like setting. A row of cottages close to the beach. A terrible rumbling emerged from the ocean. Looking out, a tsunami-sized wave was building and moving toward the shore. I grabbed hold of one of the railings of the cottage to brace for the impact. There wasn't a great deal of fear or panic, but definitely an "oh s***" and feeling that I could endure or survive it. Then I woke up.