Wow, this radiation is good stuff. I just woke from a very long dream sequence where I was in three and then four dimensions, all at one time. It was similar to what happened to Picard in the last episode of STNG. In my case I was trying to help the people in the third dimension, who I originally thought may have had an earthquake, but as I later found out, they were in some sort of battle or war. As Spock would say, fascinating.
I’m laying in bed in my apartment, and there’s a knock at the front door. It’s dark, so as I walk to the front door to see who’s there, I see white light coming in from all sides around the door. “Must be one heck of a light out there,” I think. I open the door, and my wife (who I’m separated from) is standing there, and this white glow is all around her.
I don’t even get a chance to think or say hello, and she says, “You died in a hotel in 1984. Everything since then has been a dream.”
With this, I instantly wake up in my bed. My body is shaking like crazy, but I jump up, look back and think, “I am NOT getting back into that bed tonight.”
As I walk around the apartment debating about whether I should try to sleep on the floor or just go into work at four o’clock in the morning, I remember ... I did spend a lot of time in a hotel in 1984.
Had another dream this morning that I was running on all fours. Rather than ask myself, “Why in the world am I doing this?”, I now just accept that I’m a dog (or a cat, or some other animal) in the dream. That helps me go along with whatever is happening in the dream, rather than fight it and wake up.
(Notes from a dream on June 28, 2016)
Every once in a while I have a dream where someone is speaking in a language I don’t understand. This morning a woman said something that sounded like, “Yada yada yada Thich Nhat Hanh yada yada.”
I replied, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re saying, but I think I heard ‘Thich Nhat Hanh’ in there.”
She got excited and seemed to repeat the same phrase faster, “Yada yada yada Thich Nhat Hanh yada yada!”
Being clever, I decided to speak very slowly: “I .. don’t .. know .. what .. you’re .. saying, but it sounds like it might be in French.”
Her: “Français?! Oui. Yada yada yada Thich Nhat Hanh yada yada!”
Unfortunately I then had the familiar feeling that I was about to be pulled away from the scene. She had been speaking with her hands a lot, so I held her hands with mine and said, “Something is wrong with my body, I have to go now. Come back again and we’ll try to figure this out,” and with a little “whoosh” I woke up in bed.
(A Facebook post from June 13, 2016.)
I was having a metaphor in a dream this morning and I had to stop it and say, “Really? Aren’t we past this point by now? Pfft.”
(A note from June 1, 2014)
Every so often a woman in a lucid dream this morning yelled out like that, so after the fourth or fifth time I had to ask her about it. “Why do you keep saying that?,” I asked.
“Gets your attention, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“There you have it.”
“There I have what?”
Had a fun multi-level Inception-like lucid dream last night. In two dream levels I saw the time was 11:40. When I woke up (for real) and went in the other room and looked at the clock, it was indeed 11:40pm.
In the last level, Uninvited was playing, until I walked around, following the music, found a radio, and turned it off.
May 3, 2103
Last night I was chasing people who were putting bombs in buildings and flying shape-shifters (who I would later realize were on my side). When I started to catch up to them I’d find myself yelling, “please comply.” I give a “thumbs up” for the action/adventure part of the dream, but the writing and line delivery were just horrible.
“I don’t understand, why do I keep losing things?”
“This is a dream,” Bec said. “Things have a way of coming and going.”
“Oh yeah, right, right,” I said, gently poking the chair next to me like Monk. “It always seems so real.”
“Do you need to get some sleep?”
“No, I’m good now. I just got lost in it for a moment. Let’s do something.”
And thus the adventure began ...
(A little story based on a dream from March 12, 2015.)
I’ve been seeing a therapist for the last several years. With all that I’ve been going through, it’s been nice to have someone to talk to.
When I got to her office last night there was nobody else there, so we just sat in the lobby and started talking. But after a while some other people came in, so we had to move.
When we got up to move I used telekinesis to move some of the chairs and our things. “How .. how .. how are you doing that?,” she stammered.
“Well, I guess I think about the objects, and then I kind of create my own gravity, or maybe something like a tractor beam, and well, then I move them.” Nobody had ever asked me that before, so my answer wasn’t very well thought out.
Anyway, she said I’m doing fine, but she took a couple of pills herself.