I just joined the group, asked for help in dream recall, and got this.

Setting:

North of the Arctic circle. Dark. Ground level. Some kind of camp or settlement.

Time:

Winter. Dominant colors were blacks and grays, oranges, browns.

Plot:

"I" assuming I am the main character, receive word, possibly via a PA announcement, to evacuate--no reason given. However, the immediate crisis is to clear out our funds from the local ATM. Mild panic ensues--apparently among those who have received training to maintain clear thinking in a crisis.

Feel free to comment. I'd like to get "a feel" for this forum. Thanks.

We have some more super surgers, and these both have support. “Medal” (aka Medal of Honor) is supported by Soldier and possibly Cross. The second word, Mason, is supported by Master and perhaps others. So the support isn’t fantastic, but it’s there. I chose not to inact the Red Alert because of that lack of support. So many other words overlap in this list. For example, Farmer is back, which overlaps with Meat. Batman is here for the first time, right below Vehicle (the batmobile). There is a lot here to behold, but unfortunately for me, it just seems a bit random/chaotic. It’s not a full up ignore, but keeping a skeptical eye. Mason and Master showing up together have me wondering if we’re being played.

   


Plain Text:
11/24/2014
medal
mason
meat
master
recording
thank
personality
inner
saved
exploration
pipe
deck
fascinating
exploring
lick
farmer
hours
split
especially
fade
grade
soldiers
beer
vehicle
batman
childhood
cross

I have no idea where I am. It is in a dark place with one light shining onto a table made of dark wood.
On the table lies a beautiful book. The cover is leather,has a raised medallion in the center and is embossed with scroll work and figures. It has no title. It is about 5 inches thick. It is the most beautiful book I have ever seen. I open the book and all the pages are blank. I am surprised by this fact. I turn back to the first pages looking for a title page, a dedication page, an opening page or any clue to what it is for. I close the book and stand there confused. I run my hand over the binding and feel the embossing. I am sad. I wonder "

Thursday November 20, 2014

During some part of the dream, I recall (and then proceeded to relive) the time when I met this girl. I quit smoking 10 days ago so I just chill with my friends in a room with a whole bunch of couches while they smoke and do dabs. We socialize for a little while. Another friend of mine who isn't in the room with us is being followed down the hallway by this beautiful girl my age, slightly taller than me with brunette hair flowing past her shoulders, white skin devoid of imperfections, a perfectly shaped body, and no glasses. Her eyes are dark, perhaps a dark blue or hazel color. We emerge from the room right in front of them, and the friend in the hallway introduces me to her. Her name was used many times in the dream, but it is distinctly absent from my memory. Our eyes meet and we hit it off immediately, talking, laughing, and getting to know a little bit about each other. It was like we had been best friends all our life. As I recall this event, I think about how grateful I am that I was sober that day. Had I done dabs with my friends I would have been in the wrong state of consciousness to meet someone new and interact on that level. Our paths would have crossed and we would have continued off in different directions in life. I would've never known who she was.
After that day we quickly become good friends, spending a lot of time together and doing stuff with each other. One day she comes over to my house or business or wherever I happen to be. I am in the garage by myself working on developing or improving a chemical extraction process. She comes in and keeps me company, talking to me, asking about what I am doing, getting involved, and spending time with me. It is pretty relaxed. I pour a flask into a beaker and with absolutely no warning the chemical reaction detonates, killing us both instantaneously. The very next instant of my existence the scene is reset to the moment I pour the flask into the beaker. There is no time for me to react or to even process what is happening; my consciousness is merely an observer to something beyond my control. This time there is no explosion and we do not die. Reality and the laws of physics determine that the mixture behaves as I predicted it would. The two of us are on an alternate timeline in the fourth, fifth, and sixth dimension. I am still aware of the timeline in which we both died, and I have every reason to believe she is too. We experienced a seam in the Universe. We do not say a word about it, but rather continue on as if we are nothing more than our physical bodies, unaware that the other possible timeline exists. Like puppets in a universe that is predetermined, unable to deviate from the script but aware of something beyond all of this.

However the dream does not begin with these two events, I just decided to tell them in chronological order. The dream begins with the two of us exploring someone's back yard together. The yard is behind a plain, borderline dilapidated single story ranch style home with a gray roof. We're walking through their terrain. I notice how weird the plants look. They aren't so unusual that you would notice them from a distance, but when you get up close you know you've never seen any plants that look like this before. All the details are just a bit off. The leaf structure is different, the colors are slightly off, and the plant itself is unique. There is grass (which I guess is normal grass), ivory along the ground (which is what I am focusing on when I'm taking note of these peculiarities), and trees intertwined with bushes, which enclose the yard. We aren't completely safe here. In fact, I am trying to get this girl out of here. This property is associated with someone dangerous, like a cult leader. We're walking along the yard, exploring, and the yard focuses down and ends at the point of a triangle. We don't see anyone else while we're here.
...
The dream cuts forward in time by an unknown but significant amount. I am aboard a wooden ship, like the ones used to discover America, but with a flat deck, of modern construction, and under engine power. This girl is with me, as well as a crew including various people from different times and locations of my real life. The ocean is covered in a blanket of fog, reducing visibility to no more than four lengths of our ship. We are currently navigating around hundreds or thousands of small islands. The islands take the shape of a cylinder poking above the water, only slightly taller than our deck. The surface of these islands have mushroomed out a little bit and the grass growth has contributed to this appearance. The waves have eaten at the dirt walls of the cylinders, causing them to bow inward like the 'plastic saving' water bottles. The color of the grass is off, dominated by green but with a strong red or even purple component. All the islands look more or less the same, and I have never seen anything like them. We maneuver around one of the islands and turn right. The centrifugal force (technically the lack thereof) causes the girl I'm with to be thrown off the port side into the water. She yells, but I am the only one to hear her. I turn back and look at her in the water. I pause for a moment like a deer in the headlights. For some reason I expect the ship to magically stop moving, or maybe I just underestimate our speed. Either way she drifts away very quickly! I turn back around and yell to the captain, Kyle "Man overboard! Stop this ship!" I turn back to keep my eyes on her and I know what I have to do, but I'm nervous. I start off, running across the deck and execute a perfect dive over the side into the ocean without a second thought. I resurface and swim towards her. She is a really good swimmer, and she has closed a lot of the distance. When we meet I wrap my arms around her and hug her really tight, my left ear on her right shoulder. It is surprisingly easy to tread water. We just embrace each other for a moment and then I turn around to see Kyle was able to back the ship up to get us. Now that we have a minute I slip my shoes off, left then right, and throw them one by one on the deck. Ahh, it's so much easier to swim now! We swim around in circles together for a moment. I don't want to risk being in the water for too long. I get the feeling there is something lurking below us in the deep. We swim to the side of the ship and they throw down a rope with a loop tied in the end. She puts her foot in the end and holds tight while the crew hoists her back onboard. They throw the loop back down and do the same for me. I sit with her on the deck and we just spend some time together.
...
We are back in exploring mode! It is the same expedition and the same physical ship, but the ship is larger and metal instead of wood now. We are no longer in the islands, and the fog has cleared up somewhat. We spend hours exploring the corridors of the ship. Once we run out of corridors to map out, I follow her back out onto the deck. Since the deck is bigger now, it wraps around a building which protrudes up from below. She wanders over to an inward-facing corner of this building. Like most metal ships, there are pipes running just about everywhere. She grips one of these pipes with one hand and another pipe with the other. She pulls herself up and pushes off a third, lower pipe with her foot to get on the roof. I follow her lead. I feel incredibly fit; I am skinny and pulling myself up is not even a challenge. Once we're on top of the structure, she convinces me to climb the mast, which is more of a T-shaped metal radar tower than a mast. We climb to the top and look around. Eventually we climb back down.
...
Later we find ourselves alone on the deck. I really like this girl and I can tell she likes me back. She is standing pretty close to me. I close the gap between us and look her dead in her eyes. They're so beautiful. I lean closer and closer and close my eyes. Our lips make contact and I wrap my left arm around her back. We smooch for a second and I pull back without breaking contact with the upper lip. This is the important part.... if she leans back in I'm golden. I tilt my head to the right and we both lean in closer. I begin to add tongue. Our lips create a portal and the tip of my tongue touches hers. It tingles for a second, and this whole thing is amazing. It literally feels intoxicating, like I'm getting high from her pheromones. We separate ever so slightly and go in for a third wave. We finish kissing, open our eyes and look at each other. She loved it just as much as I did! We smile, looking in each other's eyes taking in the moment. Finally I look up and to the right to an upper deck. Three of my friends are just leaning on the railing watching us. She walks towards the bow and I turn and start up a ladder towards my friends. Before she leaves earshot they start a collective "Ohhhhhhh...", simultaneously giving me props while trying to embarrass me (or her?). I get this proud smirk on my face, like when you get caught doing something you aren't supposed to be doing but which you aren't sorry for or don't regret. I finish climbing the ladder and start talking to them, but the smirk doesn't go away.
...
I meet up with my girl later and we spend some more time exploring parts of the ship which aren't corridors. In other words, we spend a few hours climbing pipes to get into plenums, service areas, and on top of rooms. We're just exploring together. We walk out on the deck and she hits a black, translucent pipe packed with some bud and passes it to me. The pipe is kind of a normal pipe but it has both a horizontal and vertical component to it, as in the pipe extends back, twists around itself, loops up, comes back down, and runs the rest of the way back to the smoker. The bowl isn't straight. It is at a 45 degree angle on the right side of the end of the glass pipe. I cover the choke with my finger and hold it in my left hand. It is cold outside, but not uncomfortably cold. She wears a white fur-lined coat which contrasts her dark hair. Four+ people come out onto the deck and join our smoking circle. They pack their own pipe which is a more regular shape, blown out of a multicolored pink-green-orange-clear glass that looks like metal when you heat it too rapidly with a blowtorch. They pass their pipe around and it gets to me. "Actually, I stopped smoking." I pass their pipe counterclockwise along the circle and pass the black pipe back to my girl. It is still cherried and smoking from when she handed it to me.
Afterwards we do some more exploring around the bridge area. I pop out of the ship onto the deck again, this time by myself. The ship is in port and it has gotten bigger again. It's HUGE now! I can see a seam in the deck where the existing metal hull was inserted inside a 'sleeve' type larger metal hull (like those Russian dolls) to quickly and cheaply make it larger. I go back inside and describe what I saw to a group of people standing inside the doorway. Zack's dad says this is actually a pretty common practice. I think to myself how amazing it is that dreams can sometimes align more closely with reality than your own understanding- you can learn from them. Ed is there and he has a UK accent, which is completely wrong and I pick up on this. The group overheard us (my girl and I) talking about our exploring, and they thought it sounded fun. We all walk down the corridor, right around a corner, and right around a second corner into a dead end. The first person climbs up the conduit on the wall into the ceiling. The second person climbs up. I begin to climb up, but I am unsure of myself. The conduit supporting my right hand breaks and rips some colored wires out of the tubing. There are several colors, but the only one that stands out is the red wire. I pull my hand back before I get electrocuted, but I get lucky. The wires just happen to be cold. I drop back down to the floor. There are like fifteen people behind me. I wake up. Initially I do not write this down because I believe it actually took place. I roll on my side to go back to sleep and think about how beautiful of a story that was. I realize it was just a dream and bliss is replaced with a sadness that it was all fake and an understanding that I HAVE to write this down. I do so right away.

Sunday November 23, 2014

I am at home spending time with my Mom. We are in the family room- and so are my dogs Spencer and Sidney. But how are they here? They died. The conclusion I eventually arrive at is that they were only revived because of the depth of love that I have for them. I spend time with my dogs, petting them and hugging them. At one point I walk outside and notice that their fur is still all over the back porch. I am happy to see it.
Mom and I drive over to Lynnhaven. While in the car we somehow eat a steak dinner, silverware and all. The only sauce we have is barbecue sauce. We have a conversation about this; I had taken the A1 sauce to college with me when I first left and she hadn't yet bought a new bottle. I taste both sauces as I think about them. It's all good, I love barbecue sauce.
...
I end up in the car with Jon and his friends. We're driving around the Lynnhaven area and come upon a stoplight with long lines of cars waiting to drive straight, but no one in the turn lane. We stop in the leftmost lane headed straight. A black sports car (a mustang?) with two white or light gray racing stripes speeds past us in the turn lane and begins drifting. He gets his car body to point 80 degrees left of the direction of his motion, then he spins around until his car points 80 degrees to the right of his motion (which is forward in the direction of the lane). His tires squeal and smoke, and I expect him to hit any one of the dozens of cars at rest in our lane ahead of us, but he never does. He then enters multiple controlled spins clockwise, still carefully preserving his forward motion. This is incredibly dangerous! I bet these people in our lane are pissed that he is doing this around their cars. He comes to a complete stop, facing forward, at the light. The light turns green and although he is in the turn lane, the black car ends up going straight in a lane to the left of ours. Jon, driving his beamer, speeds up to the same speed as the black car which is far above the speed limit. He drives dangerously for several miles keeping pace with the other car. Eventually he drives left off the road and to a lake. I guess he is trying to take a short cut because he attempts to drive across the bottom of the lake. The car quickly fills with water. I open my door, get out, and swim to the surface. The water is warm- it must be summertime. There is a dock on the side of the lake Jon was trying to drive to. To his credit he made it about half way. The lake is about 10 meters deep out here in the middle. I climb up onto the dock and everyone else from the car surfaces one by one. The car had stalled out.

I RECENTLY FOUND, IN REAL LIFE, THAT A MALE FRIEND OF MINE HAD THREE HEART ATTACKS AND A STROKE. WE HAVE BEEN IN TOUCH UP TO THIS TIME. ALL OF A SUDDEN HE DISAPPEARED OFF THE SCOPE AND I HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO CONTACT HIM ANYWHERE (FAMILY, WORK, FRIENDS, ETC.)

THIS IS WHERE MY DREAM BEGAN. I WAS LIVING IN A CONDO-TYPE BUILDING WHERE I HAD RECENTLY JUST MOVED. I RAN OUT OF SOMETHING THAT I DESPERATELY NEEDED WHILE COOKING AND DECIDED TO TRY TO BORROW THE ITEM FROM A NEIGHBOR. I KNOCKED ON THE DOOR NEXT TO MINE, AND LOW AND BEHOLD WHO ANSWERED THE DOOR BUT MY MALE FRIEND LOOKING HEALTHY AS EVER. I WAS SHOCKED TO SEE HIM AND TAKEN BACK BY THE FACT THAT HE WAS LIVING RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO ME.

DREAM ENDED.

people on beach in chest deep water fighting one another and additional huge wave of water about to descend on these oblivious people.

Another record. The collective dreamers are on hyperdrive with 11 words all exceeding Red Alert levels. Interestingly, 7 of those words (the 1st seven) are all in the mega meme category, just like airplane and ecstasy in days past. Here’s what’s also interesting is that many of those top words begin with L, but certainly not all of them. LU (short pronunciation of ‘u’) is most common in those L words. I didn’t know this before my research, but LU in internet slang means Love You, and we also have two words that go along with that meme: Lovely and Lover (as well as sweet and lucky perhaps).

So, unfortunately, the mega meme group seems to diversified to do anything with it, but love might actually be warranted as a big watch word here. As for the other pairings, I’m not dead set on either green group, but what a coincidence this is….to have Frank right next to Lying! It’s an honest liar! In the second grouping, my eye is on the “gray dawn” and the “sweet leaves,” which I don’t think has anything to do with autumn leaves. Have a great Sunday everyone!




   



Plain text:
lumber
lobster
prayer
luxury
lovely
lottery
lucky
valley
epic
liver
monster
frank
lying
bursting
king
opportunities
carpet
owed
prior
lover
article
wish
pile
agree
gray
dawn
sweet
leaves
bringing
stranger
lately

I have not had an opportunity to type these up until this morning, while I await the big storm.)

Last night:

Dream-Journey: K. (my crossed-over husband), me, Vaughn, Joe H. and a man who identified himself as Joe's "brother" along with another unknown man who did not speak were seated at a table with a large umbrella, adjacent to the courthouse annex in L., MS. The umbrella was white. On the table were white, large puzzle pieces, about two-feet in length. We were each handling the pieces, trying to solve the puzzle. Billy C. (my manic felon neighbor in "real life") arrived at the table, getting into Joe's face, screaming at him at the top of his lungs, red faced in fury. Everyone got up from the table, and walked away. I got up too, found that my black loafer was hung up under the table, and although my foot was out of it, I could not retrieve the loafer in order to follow the group. I wondered why they left me in this predicament.

Night before:

Dream-Journeys: (I had much trouble writing down notes; that shield that comes down - disallowing memory - was swifter than usual. Plus, I can hardly read my own notes.)

#1: A man declaring he had flown back from Alaska "to help". ???

#2: I was observing the creation of a huge nest in a vertical structure, told they were setting up a new nest for ???? shield came down.

#3: At Disney World, with my mother and father (both crossed over) and others. I have written down "two nickels". ???? We all got onto a platform, and found small rugs under our feet. Instinctively we began to jostle our feet on the rugs, and found that the rugs were magic carpets, lifting off.

#4: I am in a foreign setting of a tropical forest, vast, with the tops of the trees looked burned, as in a catastrophe. The scene is miscolored and in indigo. Everything is in varying tones of purple. There is a medium sized brick building to the right of the slope into the tropical forest, and Obama is there, a barber. He had been ousted from office, was now a barber along with a community organizer. He suddenly bolted from the building, saying he observed a murder, a be-heading. He was going to the scene.

Night before (Friday):

Dream-Journey: I am with my mother in Pittsfield, MA. I am at a cosmetics counter, selecting lip gloss. I also need a pin and earrings. The clerk hands me a bird-of-paradise pin, with a bird in front of the flower. It is too yellow, and I hand it back to her. I wanted pink tones.

#2: I see a large clock, black rim with white background and it is quarter to three.

#3: Loud shrill women's voice, behind a door: "Kate and Phoebe, do you want to hear about them?". (I know no one by those names.)

#4: Loud male voice: "Ready! Set! Get ready for take-off in the airplane."

I was involved in a skiing competition. The venue was an indoor halfpipe, the arena was rather small, and there were lots participants. It was crowded. As I awaited my turn I had trouble keeping my skis on. Eventually the competition started and although crowded everything went properly.
When I left the arena I went grocery shopping.