Dream Diary

I Predict the Powerball Thursday 10212010

2010-10-21T17:06:00.000-07:00

Laid down: 2:21 A.M.
Got up about 6 A.M.

Remembered no dreams.

Layed back down for a nap about 9 A.M.
Awoke about 10:15 A.M.

Lucid much of the time.

Dream diary wasn't around so I used the digital recorder. I might try to transcribe later, but here's a summary ----

I'm fighting with J_______. I start to suspect I'm dreaming. I say to myself "If I'm dreaming I should be able to burn a hole in the wooden railing for the stairs" So I hold out my right hand and start concentrating. Some sort of liquid starts spraying out my palm in a very focused stream and starts burning a hole in the wood. The wood is smoldering, smoking, and melting, but it doesn't catch on fire. The railing turns into a thick wooden table. The wood starts washing away as the stream from my palm grows stronger. The wood is very grainy.

I'm now convinced this has to be a dream so I turn to J_______. I'm still mad. I know it's a dream, but I'm still mad. I decide I need to get away from this scene, J_______ tries to stop me. She has a handsome young doctor there to help stop me. He's in a white lab coat. His hair is dark with a short cut ---- more military than doctor.

I make a gesture and this burning liquid sprays up and out of my palm in a mist. It all comes down on the doctor. He is in pain and is rubbing his eyes. He sais he needs to get out.

Iam relieved he's OK. Again, I know it's a dream, but I'm relieved nonetheless. I have the thought that encouraging or allowing aggression in this situation is a bad thing -- even in a dream.

The doc and I walk outside. I WOOSH off into the sky.

When I come down a few seconds later I'm at what looks like a university. It's evening and kids are milling about. I'm walking around looking for anything interesting. I wake up in bed. I move around a bit in bed and think about getting up and looking for my dream diary, but decide I should try getting back to the dream.

A few seconds later I see the same university scene as before. I walk up stone steps and into a building. Actors are preparing for a play --- Calderon's "Life is a Dream". This makes me chuckle.

I try to stay with this scene, but keep waking and re-entering the dream. While at the university I flew around a lot and glided about a foot off the surface of the ground.

I think to myself I should attempt something cool. I decide I should attempt to predict the next numbers in the Arizona PowerBall. I grab a pen and slip of paper and speak aloud, "The first winning number in the next Arizona PowerBall is..." and I waited. I repeated this several times with slightly different wording.

Finally I break down and say "I'm expecting to see a number I can use in the PowerBall drawing"

Seconds later there are numbers everywhere. They're on furniture, written on clothing, the floor, everywhere.

I get the idea to ask one of the actors in the play. Now I recognize him from an Old Navy commercial on TV, but I didn't recognize him at the time of dreaming. I ask the actor for PowerBall numbers and he tells me he already had some prepared and reaches into his button-up shirt and pulls out a stiff sheet of paper about half the size of a newspaper ---- how in th world? Oh yeah, I'm dreaming.

I realize that writing these numbers down in the dream does no good and gamble that I'm going to forget most of the dreaming I've done so far (correct -- there was just too much) so I need to find a way to get these numbers to the waking world.

I wake up again and there's a pencil and blue 1-subject spiral bound notebook nearby. I set up the notebook so I can write while still in the dream and I nod off once more. I decipther the actor's writing and copy the numbers to my notebook precariously --- carefully so as to not wake up too soon. Finally I have a full set of numbers and wake myself with notebook in hand. Then it occurs to me -------------------

Idon't use notebooks like that near the bed!

How insidious! How many were real and how many were false awakenings? That explains why I was able to get back to the same scene so easily.

P.S. The PowerBall is 31

Kriss Kross'll Make Ya Jump-Jump Thursday 06072001

2010-10-15T16:07:00.000-07:00

I woke up at exactly 7:30 A.M. and fell back asleep. I had a false awakening in which I got up and put on my baggy blue jeans. They were even baggier in the dream. I started to tyr and jump in them.

"Kriss Kross'll make ya-"

Jump - Jump

"Daddy Mack'll make ya-"

Jump - Jump

J_______ tells me I have a phone call. It's my step father. He wants me to come see him.

I speak with J_______ for a bit. Then I wake up again and the time is 7:34 A.M.

----- When I was jumping, there was something odd about the motion. I would go up in the air, pause, and glide down slowly.

Wednesday 06062001

2010-10-15T15:12:00.000-07:00

Flying along the shore in a coastal town I've dreamed of before. I am completely lucid. Several times I feel a tendancy toward fear. I tell myself it's only a dream, it's a beautiful place and I should enjoy it.

I am walking along a sidewalk and come to a little area like an overgrown bus stop. I stop and take off my shoes (brown rockports). I notice people are gathering at the "bus stop" in some sort of familiar group setting. There are odd posters and graffiti I never noticed before which mention themes of vampirism, satanism, spiritualism, etc. This group has gathered to intellectualize these things.

A young woman notices me and comes to talk to me. We decide we will leave. I put my shoes back on. I look at my feet and realize I have on one rockport and one skecher. We begin searching for a matching pair. She finds a matching skecher. I tell her I want one like the other. Now there are shoes everywhere. She finds the other rockport. We are off. -----

I just realized I could have described this no-named girl better. She was about 5' - 5" with shoulder lenth black hair, blue eyes, fair skin and red lipstick.

Also, I had music playing at the "bus stop". Part of the lyrics stated we should stop thinking. The group gathering did not like this so I decided to leave.

NOTE: The noisemaker was on the rain setting and I was burning sweet incense.

Saturday 06022001

2010-10-15T14:05:00.000-07:00

Last night I dreamed of Jesus.

He had J_______ and I wait outside his house as he went in to prepare something for us. I was peaking through a window and saw someone instructing or teaching others. There was this image:

It is a couple rings or chain links with a nail through it.

Jesus finally came to the door me and J_______ were at. He was going to have us come in one at a time and stand in front of another door and knock. He wrapped a chain around my waist and I was rehearsing my line, "To you in bondage I cam..."

My wife woke me up saying I was talking and crying.

Lucid from the start.

A videogame took up my entire field of vision. It was much like Jet Moto, but better. There was some awesome music. I began to copy the music as well as I could with my voice.

My wife woke me saying I needed to be quiet (snoring). I re-entered the dream. (She continues to talk to me until the end of dream) It took a bit of time. The music was awesome!

(Still uncertain whether J_______ really woke me up in the middle of this dream or not. She said she did wake me up for snoring, but she did not continue talking.)

Sunday 05132001

2010-10-15T11:37:00.000-07:00

There is a cat attacking my hand.
I take note of the sensation. I realize I am dreaming. I begin to run through the streets. I come to a beach. The buildings of downtown Phoenix are all around this beach. I fly along this beach. The waves pick up and the weather becomes stormy. I land somewhere. (content omitted)...

I begin to think about how long I have been dreaming and how I have maintained lucidity.

I become aware of a change in my character. I am now a cocaine addict!

I am walking barefoot in downtown Phoenix. I feel pain in my right foot. I look at the foot. There are many things embedded in my foot. I still know I am dreaming and I rationalize that removing these things from my foot will be painless.

I begin by picking out a large shard of glass sticking out of my foot. I was wrong! There was pain. There was something odd about the pain though. I could sense it was not coming from my "real" foot. A similar type of pain was felt when the cat was biting and scratching my hand.

I also removed little zipper baggies (Zipper baggies embedded in my foot as if they were glass or thorns.). like I use to see when my step father use to sell drugs. There was also a larger baggie filled with an odd substance. It looked like it use to be liquid but was now solid. It was a reddish amber color.

At about three A.M. J______ got a page. She called the person and got information about a sick shild. I got up and went to the bathroom. In a short while we both went back to sleep. I entered a dream lucid.

There was rain and flying and a wolf/dog and then a fading of imagery. I tried spinning, but it did not work. Short dream

I was in a New Age/ Natural Wonders type shop. It had bath salts, incense, ESP games, and this cool little cylinder with colored sands in it. If you shook the cylinder and thought of someone, it would make a sand sculpture that resembled what you were thinking. I did not buy anything. I was told the shop was closing. I wound up behind the shop in an alley.

MARGINAL NOTE: There was weight and other similar sensations to objects of this dream.

fragments:
-I ws following a sea turtle in his search for home. He went long distances over land and water.

-I was retrieving a boat I had to abandon. I went with several others in another boat over the stormy sea to retrieve this boat.

comments:
I think all of the rain and water elements in my dreams are coming from the white noise maker we have on when we sleep. We usually have it on the "rain" setting.

Saturday 05122001

2010-10-15T11:15:00.000-07:00

I had a false awakening this morning. My wife got up, but I fell back asleep. I dreamed I got up with her though. I set the alarm clock. I spoke with her a bit Then I woke up again. J_______ was in the living room making noises with the cell phone. I think the noises were incorporated into the dream.

Laid down to take a nap at about 2:00p.m.

Never got to sleep. There was a feeling of bodily distortion and then this grew into feelings of motion. Odd gyrating and pulsing sensations. Sense of direction was confused. Many odd sensations I don't know how to describe. I tried to focus on my "third eye", but my eyes would not stay still.

Thursday 05032001

2010-10-13T15:28:00.000-07:00

There were these intelligent insects that would place their young into living bodies to develop. I and some friends (that I do not recognize now that I'm awake) were trapped in this house with them. They were picking us off one by one. My best friend got bit/stung by one. They got him in the ass.

This bug that bit my friend is about as big as my foot.

I also dremt I was late for my job on Mill Ave. I couldn't remember which coffeehouse I was to work at... Starbucks or Coffee Plantation. I went into C.P.

R______ W________ (instructor and dean at UACT) was manager. As I sipped on my mocha I realized I had the wrong coffeehouse.

There was some sort of dream in which I was receiving call after call on the cell phone. J_______'s friend K____ was there. I got a call from T_____ H___ (someone I had a couple of dates with 8 years ago). She lived on the same street as the house I was visiting. She wouldn't talk to me.

There was some kind of party going on down at the pool at the Hotel. No one I was with wanted to go down to the party. I went alone. I settled into this oversized hot tub. The women were warming up to the men. One was showing some interest in me but decided she liked girls better. Another came over to me though. I then realized most of these people were vampires. The girl in front of me was Fairuza Balk. (I became lucid) I pleaded with her but it was no good. I asked how badly it hurt. She bit my lip and then grabbed a bottle of blood and poured it into my mouth and said it was done.

Saturday 04282001

2010-10-13T13:44:00.000-07:00

Once again I woke up from many dreams last night, but only remember the last dream I had.

I was with J_______ looking on an indoor environment.

There were restaurants and shops all around a huge artificial marine environment.

In the marine environment people were walking along the sand. Oout in the water were giant fish. Many must have been 20 feet or more.

The weather and environment machinery started going nuts. It started with a few large waves sending the people who were along the sand scrambling for the stairs leading up to the walkway near the restaurants. The weather effects worsened until vehicles were thrown from the center of the enclosure. There was a VW bus which came from the center of the marine area and struck someone. And then a large bus came flying and struck the top of a building. The top portion of the bus flew off. I realized this was a dream and figured I should probably go stop this craziness. I hopped the railing and went gliding off over the wet sand in the marine area. The water was mostly drained. No sign of all the fish. I traveled quickly --- gliding about a foot above the surface. I finally came to a stop UNDER a building.

The wet sand came up at an angle underneath the building. The cement foundation was divided into squares. One square had no cement.

I went up through this hole and encountered a woman in a lab coat. Somehow I knew she was the mad scientist behind all of this. She pulled something from the pocket of her lab coat. She rubbed it a certain way and it sparked up. There was some strange flame at the tip. I let her poke my right wrist to prove she could not hurt me. To my surprise there was actual pain. I awoke --- but not completely --- I could still feel the dream there.My wrist was actually hurting because of the way I was laying. I slipped back asleep and into the dream. I found myself in a stairwell. I was still lucid. I stared flying down the stairwell. After going down about 20 floors I started humming "walk like an Egyption". I could gear other people humming it as well. I kept flying down. I switched songs. I forget what the second song was. I think maybe that song from The Bridge on the River Kwai.

Finally I came to a bottom. I pass through the door and I'm in a GIANT toy store. I wake up.

Thursday 04262001

2010-10-13T12:23:00.000-07:00

Last night I awoke from many dreams. It seem like I awoke from a dream every 30 minutes or so. I should have been writing them all down.

One memorable dream --- I and my wife were being terrorized by a man at gunpoint. I was very afraid. Then I realized I was dreaming. I tried to materialize a gun in my hand. This did not work. I acted as if there was a gun in my hand and I pointed at the man's head and made a "bang" sound. This did not work. I then waived my hand and said "Fade out... slowly". This worked. He started to fade out. He was fighting it. He grabbed J_______'s head and started to squeeze and rup her head (bizarre). He was almost gone and I said "And I don't want this (dind of dream) to happen again."

Thursday 04192001

2010-10-13T12:05:00.000-07:00

Had a dream in which I was in a car with Jen, John's sister. The car was having some work done on the interior. Jen was telling me about her date that night with some rockstar. Her dad was there talking to the older gentleman Jen was to go out with that night. The car went out of control and started accellerating backward. I climbed over and mashed down the brake. I got out. Jen's date was smashed into the lawn. In a hole. He was flattened. His glasses were unbroken. His skin was fine. I became lucid and said to everyone there (terrified individuals) "You know What?"

Then I woke up.

Another dream started with me talking to an older actor. He said some stuff in a couple foreign languages. I noticed he misspronounced a couple of words. Then I was speaking to a teacher about this and telling the teacher that someone had told me there was some significance -- mathematical significance -- to the words "Fuck" and "Feckers". He proceeded to explain this by scribbling numbers and letters on a chalkboard.

I remember a part of a dream in which my step father K___ tears up my Tibetan Book of the Dead. I grab it from him and yell, "Why can't you stupid people keep your hands off my things?"

I run to my room and lock the door. Furious and clenching the torn book. Knocking, knocking, knocking at the door.

Monday 04162001

2010-10-13T11:51:00.000-07:00

I was in some sort of bike race. It was a very informal thing. I was just zipping around the track. People kept laying down on the track and placing cords (like the ones that connect my videogames to the TV) across the track. I used my telekinesis to push these things and people out of my way. I stopped racing to have lunch with J_______ and M_____ out on the track.

Sunday 04152001 (Easter Sunday)

2010-10-13T11:46:00.001-07:00

J_______ and I took a nap this afternoon. I had a short dream about reading posts on a few internet bulletin boards. Most of the posts were about videogames. The posts and boards were pretty boring.

Saturday 04142001

2010-10-13T11:40:00.000-07:00

I was being chased by angry men because I had paranormal powers. I was able to get one of my persuers alone. He was an elderly man. I was trying to explain I was doing nothing that was unnatural. I placed a black rock in his hand. His hand was small and not formed right. I was moving my hands around his and was going to levitate the rock and give him the power to move it too, but we kept getting interrupted by other persuers. I would re-direct them with thought so that they never came where I was at with the old man. Finally I decided I would just do something easier and make the stone hot. After a couple passes from my hands --- a tree behind and to my right burst into flames. Not all of it --- only part.I flew up and over the fence and hovered over a small raised swimming pool. I suddenly had a bucket and I was scooping water out of the pool and throwing it onto the fire. I got the fire out, but the men chasing me had surrounded me by now. I flew up over some nearby power lines. I couldn't quite get over them.

Now I remember telling him I had acquired 20 powers.

Thursday 04122001

2010-10-09T12:30:00.000-07:00

I have had many wild dreams the last few nights, but I keep telling myself I will remember them later, but I don't.

What I remember from last night ----
I had a nightmare in which I was staying with my mother, step father and brother. A man broke in in the middle of the night. He had a knife and a water jug. He went into the room where my mother and step father were sleeping. I heard a commotion and knew he had stabbed and killed both. He then made his way toward where I and my brother were sleeping. He kept shaking the gallon water jug he carried. He walked into the room where me and my brother were sleeping and made his way toward us. He started stabbing me in my right side. I awoke with an odd pain in my side screaming. This woke my wife who then attempted to wake me (just a few seconds late). I told her a couple of times I was OK, but I could still sense him in the room with us.

I also dreamt of living in a run down home. I was taking a shower. Two frogs jumped into the shower with me. One was orangish ---- like some deadly treefrog. The other was almost gray ---- mostly colorless. I think these frogs are a version of Simon and Sherbet, Juliette's two cats. Check out the April 5th dream with the same frogs.

Anyway, I don't remember much else from this dream except there was some sort of hotplate in the bathroom which got wet from water splashing out of the shower.

I also dreamt I was looking for someone at their apartment complex. Only ---- it wasn't just an apartment complex ---- it was a cooperative community with a large storefront. The buildings were all made of red brick. I wake from this dream asking were apartment 24 was.

I was working for some sort of shelter. I was staying at this shelter. I had just taken a shower (two dreams with me in a shower in one night). I was being shown a back way to one of the buildings...

Sunday 04012001

2010-10-09T12:01:00.000-07:00

I was hunting rich vampires. I could fly. The vampires could come out during the day. I was flying around and stalking them from rooftops. They traveled in long black limos with tinted windows and wore dark clothing and sunglasses.

In another dream I was being hunted by someone who use to be a friend of mine. I don't know who this old friend might have been. He tracked me down to the resort I was staying on. The resort was similar to L'auberge de Sedona (note the similarity to the name LaBerge) where I got married (March 24). And in the dream I took time out from running in order to be married. My bride in the dream was half naked. -----

The dream bride was a generic character. I don't even remember a face for her.

The theme of hunting in my dreams has been recurring for the pas few weeks.

I have been dreaming of weddings since my own in Sedona.

Sunday 04082001

2010-10-09T12:00:00.000-07:00

I had some wild dreams last night. I woke up after each one and thought for sure I would remember later. It's later now and I hardly remember anything.

In one dream I was transported to another world. I found a spiral staircase that was suppose to lead me back to earth. I kept walking up the staircase and finally came to a church. I thought I was home. I was not. But I could not find where the staircase continued up. A group of people decided to come with me.

I remember part of another dream involving time travel because of some talisman of sorts.

Friday 04062001

2010-10-09T11:33:00.000-07:00

I was a part of a group of men who look after peoples businesses, homes and lives while they are away getting married or on heneymoons. The group would sing together. We had this little song we sang several times "I met my bride today..." I can't remember the rest.
The last man whos life we took care of pulled his car into the parking spot right in front of his store and nearly ran over me and my wife. I ran up, reached in the window and pulled him half way out of the car. I was yelling at him for almost killing me and my wife. He started to argue like it were no big deal so I put my hands on either side of his face and squeezed ---- puckering up his face and bulging his eyes. I leaned in and looked him in the eyes and told him how my wife was all I lived for.
When he left for Italy to be married he gave a little speach and handed each man in my group money. I don't know how much we got.
The man I was just describing had a heavy Italian accent.

In this last scene with the Italian, the group of men and I were dressed up like street mimes.

In the background you could see three women. Singing and playing musical instruments. These three were dressed in beautiful white wedding gowns.

I remembered seeing three women following us (the group of men) around. Once they were dressed as nuns.

They had something on us.

I had a false awakening in which I got up and reviewed this dream in my mind. A dream about dream recall. I had problems with the alarm in this one. (I could not make sense of the time on the clock)

Thursday 04052001

2010-09-24T14:24:00.000-07:00

All very weak dreams. At first I wondered if they were dreams at all.Very weak visuals.
I remember my brother F____ from one dream. The last dream had me and my wife looking through little shops. I stopped into one with tapestries and pillows. I had along with me a large pillow which is right this very moment on the sofa in the living room. He said I must be a very happy man indeed to have a pillow like that. The Pillow has patterns woven onto one side -- leaves, triangles, berries... all in earth tones. The other side of the pillow is smooth (the side with the pattern is rough) and dark green. He sais the pattern reminds him of his old partner's (his business partner who is no longer in business). He starts pulling out clothing and tapestries and handing them to me until I cannot hold all of them. He gets annoyed because I keep dropping things. He tells me of this old partner who created all the clothing and tapestries we are looking at. Now it comes out that this partner is the shopkeeper's father. His name (the father's) is Oman. I remark that I recently met a musician named Oman and wonder if this is his father but then give up this train of thought because Oman was about the same age as the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper is showing me with the tapestries how his father's style and skills developed over the years.

I have to break away from all of this because M_____ is running AMOK! She keeps finding stuff to eat. Most of the food however is being ground into the floor. I finally catch up to her in some narrow pantry closet. She has opened, scattered, crushed and mashed several "lunchables". She goes to bite me.

Comments: The shops look a lot like the ones I saw in Sedona. Oman was the name of the musician at my wedding in Sedona on March 24th. Biting is also a theme appearing in another dream from last night.

I think the setting for this other dream was the little creekside cottage I and my wife stayed at the day we got married.
M_____ found a couple of frogs in the cottage. They were the same frog. I can't remember exactly how they were bothe the same frog but they were. The more colorful, older, skinnier (starved!) one and the plump, colorless young one were both the same.
I wanted to take the frogs outside and let them go but M_____ was fighting me. The younger frog kept biting my hands. He was actually bringing blood. The older frog was also trying to get away, but I had him on a string.
I don't think I ever got to set the frogs free.