Hypnagogic: Imagery of grasshoppers. More like Jimmy Cricket! Rural fence. That's odd! I awakened and made a note of it.

Journey #1: I am in a shopping mall, full of shoppers. I head toward a JC Penney. I am accompanied by a companion, although I never do see his or her face. The companion is always there, silent. I am looking for a special make-up. Upon entering the store, scanning for the make-up counters, I - instead - see a big new JCP kiosk marked Pepperidge Farms, with a chocolate brown curtain separating the marketing exhibit from rest of store. It was established as a Pepperidge Farms "Marketplace". Odd, indeed. Suddenly, a bespectacled young man shows up at my side, introducing himself as Steve Parente. In his early 20s...brown hair, brown eyes. Thin build. I directly asked him how old he was? No answer. I am confused, as the name sounds familiar to me. In a moment of some lucidity, I am trying to find out why the name sounds so familiar...what is the name linked with? The Manson Murders? Something else? I cannot remember. He instructs me that the mall is closing soon.

Journey #2: I have been asked to attend a media gathering at a convention hall. Since I am an at-the-last-moment invitee, I am told I will be seated with reporters at the National Enquirer (Examiner?) table, where there will be an empty seat for me. I jump into a vehicle and speed off toward the convention hall. I am dressed up, in a bright blue cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. My right eye is giving me fits, like a blindness, ad I am having trouble getting to the hall. Upon arrival, I am now anxious that - resulting from the right eye blindness - that I will be able to successfully find the perimeter table that I am seated at, with the National (Enquirer? Examiner?) media folk. I am having trouble viewing the white place cards at the tables. Worried someone else will steal my assigned seat.

I am with my brother and some friends in Minnesota, when I become lucid. When I loose lucidity, I end up in a city and go into a large skyscraper. In the basement is a secret project keeping people in suspended animation. They are letting someone out because the world is in trouble. Then person is called the snowman. More in terms of the novel Snowcrash, about a virus that takes over people's nervous system. I slip into a chamber before he is released, coming back 40 years later to a world haunted by memory loss, from a side effect from the snowman. I get that though the memory loss is devastating, the snowman had to come out to fight whatever was going on.

Thursday October 23, 2014

I am exploring a house during a very unguided tour. It is close to winter school term and I am looking for a place to rent. The house is beautiful. It is very spacious and the architecture involves lots of artisan crafted wood panels, trim, and decor. The lighting creates a warm glow of an ambiance which contrasts nicely with the cold, dead outside world. I explore the first floor for a while which has a foyer, lots of living space, bathrooms, and at least one bedroom. I climb the stairs to explore the second floor. The first thing I notice is the kitchen across from the top of the stairs. How weird- who puts a kitchen on the second floor? The kitchen door on the right side of the hall is at an angle, pointing just off to my left. I step forward and see an almost industrial looking kitchen in a room that looks like a square with one corner cut off. A center island sits underneath a set of hanging pots and pans. Behind the island resides the stove. All of a sudden I see this black figure move from the side of the island to the face behind it. What was that! It peeks over the counter to look at me and I see that it is an utterly massive spider. This spider could barely fit inside a medicine ball. At first I am scared, and I run out of the kitchen and half way down the stairs. I man up and decide to kill it for the homeowner, climbing the stairs stealthily. I creep across the kitchen hoping the insect is behind the island where I last saw it. I reach my arm out above my head and grab a large pan. The insect crawls onto the top of the counter and I immediately slam the pan onto the counter as hard as I can. I miss it, and it jumps to the back counter and runs toward the other door. It has six legs which wrap tightly around its fur coated abdomen. This is unusual because spider legs reach out from the abdomen. I grab a second frying pan for the other hand and hurry after it. I almost catch it in the next room! Every time I look at it the insect gets stranger. It looks back at me and has the cutest face- that of a kitten. It also has a soft, furry black tail porpoising through the air behind it! What?!? I loose its trail and we run out of time. I have to go.
...
Despite the apparent infestation, I ultimately decide (with no hesitations) to purchase this house. I meet my roommates. Three gentlemen my age who go to school with me. We are seated on couches in the living room which is the front most room on the right side of the foyer. There is one couch under the picture frame window and a second couch perpendicular and to the right (from the perspective of someone looking in the window). A large coffee table which looks like a medieval chest adorned with iron straps and hardware sits in the center of the floor in front of both couches. I am on the couch which is not under the window sitting with a roommate to my left. Another person sits in a free-rolling chair across the coffee table from me. The last tenant sits under the window, and I don't get a good view of him. I had never seen them before, but we acted like we already knew each other. Some weeks had passed since I toured the house, so perhaps we met and got to know each other during this time. The kid sitting in the rolling chair takes out a small baggie containing some light green bud. I look left to the large picture frame window on the front wall. It is sunny outside (but freezing cold) and I can see the street and the houses on the other side. I think to myself that it may be a bad idea to be doing this right in front of the window, but its our home and this is where we live so fuck it. He opens the bag and holds the aperture forward so I can smell it. I smile in satisfaction and he takes out a small aluminum grinder with the yin-yang symbol painted on the top. He opens the grinder and adds some nuggets from his baggy. He passes the open grinder to me. I reach in my pocket to obtain a small vial of bud when I see Catbug peek his head from the foyer around the wall into the living room. I jump out of my seat and chase Catbug right up the stairs, grinder still in hand. I run into a room with carpet and jump on all fours. The grinder lands, still in hand, on the carpet and some of the ground up weed jumps into the carpet fibers. I chase Catbug further until we end up back in the kitchen. I choose my weapon and move in for the kill. Catbug hides behind the center island again. I creep over to the left side and then Catbug does something unexpected- he slowly walks out from behind the island and rubs the side of his body against my legs, purring the whole time. This of course takes me off guard. He curls his tail in a crescent over the back half of his body and looks up at me. His green saucer eyes highlight his kitten face and I just can't do it. In this moment, I choose love. I set the pan down on the counter and use my left hand to pet his lower back. I cup his right shoulder with my other hand and his purring grows stronger. I realize he is a pet, who the landlord leaves here for whatever reason. I calmly walk back downstairs. I would imagine no one knows why I did that, so I announce "So... I met Catbug." I explain the grinder spilled in my antics and I would not only match but replace the missing volume. Here is where the dream becomes fuzzy... At some point after this I become lucid and get really excited that I am lucid. Because this dream isn't too unrealistic, my mind convinces me that I am in fact not asleep, but that I have become lucid anyways as a sort of practice. I begin changing things within the house, such as making objects appear and disappear.
Before I have too much fun, the entire dream-scape changes. I am actually dreaming now, I must have fallen asleep for real. I am standing on grass. Things are suspended randomly in free space. Everything is composed of cubes- I am in Minecraft! I love dreaming about Minecraft! But this isn't any world that I've ever seen. Everything is discontinuous, like the Far Lands of a Minecraft world. My dream does take place in these Far Lands but my dream is far more exotic than the in-game counterpart. First, the backdrop is pure white. Second, a disproportional number of the floating chunks of earth contain or are composed entirely of lava. I begin flying around the map exploring. I fly up, and then continue up and forward to create a 45 degree angle. I can go in whatever direction I want, at whatever speed I want, as dictated by only my thoughts. I pass by some lava blocks. I can feel the heat radiating in infrared. I can feel the air moving across my face. The heat feels the best though. Noclip is on while I'm flying, because I can fly straight through solid objects as if they aren't even there. I fly through some earth and lava, and the heat builds but never becomes unbearable or even uncomfortable. I continue exploring. I level out and arc left, ultimately making a maybe 150 degree turn. Thus far I have only seen extraordinarily out of place natural (Minecraft) objects. Soon I begin to see a small portion of man made (Minecraft) objects intermingled in the debris. There is a house! There are some tools. I keep flying until I end up with a yellow basketball in my hands. I look up and see a yellow circle. I throw the ball and swoosh! I hear a sound indicating my point. I look down and find a blue basketball. I look back up and throw to the same yellow hoop as before. The ball makes it, but the computer makes a rejection sound, like a buzz. I fly forward through some more pieces of earth to find a blue basket is hidden behind them. I throw the ball and swoosh! The computer makes another noise and I know the puzzle is solved. Wait- this is a puzzle. The blue ball falls to a matte gray platform below. The platform is completely out of place in the Far Lands because it has continuity. This must have been built by someone. The basketball hoop is close to a right-angle turn in the path. The path arrives from seemingly infinitely far away, makes its turn, continues maybe 20 meters, and turns 90 degrees to the right again. It disappears into the terrain, where you can't see more than 50 meters in any given direction.
I set down on the gray platform. It would be fun to solve some puzzles! I walk along the path looking for more. When I follow the second turn, I see a table on the left. Nothing on the pathway is composed of cubes like the rest of the world. I pass the table, but something catches my eye. There is a poster on the wall behind the table, a bucket on the floor in front of the table, and a man standing behind the table. This is another puzzle! I begin solving it while three gorgeous, tall, skinny, brunette women walk up from the direction in which I came. They are talking to the man behind the table. I catch their attention and they start looking at me, still holding their conversation. I look down at myself and learn that I am wearing nothing but boxers. That's okay with me. I suck my gut in and stand up straight, but it doesn't make any difference because they're already interested in me. One of them notices and even chuckles a little. Two of them get very close to my body while the third girl continues their conversation with the person manning the table. Somehow I begin to know things about them, just intuitively. I know at least some of them are virgins. I know they are looking for someone...
Another guy walks up to the table from the same direction as the rest of us. The girls start off down the gray hallway and I follow. They turn left and enter our house. They walk through the foyer and up the staircase. They close a door sealing off the top of the stairs. I get the impression that is a private area. They must live here. The other guy who showed up at the table is behind me, and he turns out to be one of my room mates from the beginning of the dream. He says something about "getting them". My thoughts reassure me that I am already a step ahead. It should be mentioned that at some point my clothes returned, because I don't remember being in my boxers while interacting with anyone else. To the left of the bottom of the stairs is my room, with the light on. I turn right and enter the room one-back from the living room. It's Sam's room! Sam lives with me again! I ask him how he is settling in. He says he is doing well. There is a window behind him which begins half way up the wall. It is daytime but it is a dull or dark blue outside, almost as if the winter is saying 'the sun is up, but this is all the light you are getting today.' The window is frosty. We talk about school term for a minute. I awake.

This thread is dedicated for discussing CharlieG's recent dream. http://www.nationaldreamcenter.com/dream...ready_here

He's warned that 7 people are coming to warn us about how we're treating Earth. Is anyone else experiencing this theme? Are visitors already here or are they coming? OR are we simply on our own? This one seemed like a particularly important dream...

Not sure what to make of this run. We have two words that tip over our 2,500% trigger, but clarity is VERY lacking. If we had more dreamers, we would most certainly begin some incubations along these lines, but we do have many other missions ongoing at the moment. Therefore, we do need to be selective for what we decide to investigate. At this point, Luck Agent could mean many things in terms of new events, so we’ll move on to the other word that seems somewhat impressive here: Powers. We have at least three words all surging together along these lines: Abilities, Powers, and Powered. There are many hidden groupings in here, so don’t be put off by lack of interest in them. I just happened to like the very bottom of the list…a positive island of sorts. Have fun with this list!


   


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10/23/2014    %Change from Ave    % Change from Yesterday

agent    227.3%    2700.0%
lucky    180.4%    2700.0%
sowing    125.3%    1300.0%
struck    93.4%    1300.0%
heaven    175.4%    1250.0%
abilities    91.2%    1200.0%
press    205.2%    700.0%
awesome    92.6%    575.0%
hilarious    80.4%    500.0%
completed    73.6%    500.0%
episode    69.7%    500.0%
action    100.9%    366.7%
mini    76.2%    366.7%
lightning    84.7%    275.0%
orange    228.5%    258.3%
provocative    126.7%    250.0%
accident    102.0%    209.1%
com    108.1%    180.0%
forget    154.2%    163.6%
annoying    116.6%    157.1%
thanks    146.2%    142.9%
chat    132.4%    142.9%
stomach    97.1%    140.0%
packed    80.6%    133.3%
thank    71.2%    133.3%
yes    145.7%    132.1%
brief    109.9%    130.0%
powers    106.1%    130.0%
wed    174.2%    128.0%
guide    83.7%    118.2%
powered    150.4%    115.0%
positive    134.7%    112.5%
imagination    78.8%    111.1%
island    55.9%    110.0%
type    62.0%    103.3%
star    95.8%    100.0%

I'm standing in a public place like a train station and a voice starts speaking to me. I can't see the source of the voice just deep, male in tone.

It keeps saying 'there are seven messengers coming to visit earth with a warning about how you are treating the Earth'

I keep inquiring about who, exact content of message and who they want to talk to. No response just a repeat of the message.

Then just before it disappears comes "Putin shot"

I awoke with the thought that maybe two are already here in the persona of the Pope and Dali Lame.

A vocal message.
I had no visual dream just a voice.
Everyone already knows everything. They just don't know that they know.
Certain words or events will cause them to "

Daytime nap dream.

I am an observer and also the person in the dream. I see myself wearing a nice dress, nothing fancy, and I have large breasts and shoulder length full wavy brunette hair (I do not look like this). The thing that stands out is I'm wearing red stiletto high-heeled shoes. At first I'm nervous when I notice the shoes because, in reality, I'd never last two minutes in shoes like that before breaking or spraining an ankle. Anyway, the dream me looks down and admires the shoes by twisting the foot this way and that. I start to walk fully expecting to fall but I don't. I GOT this! I have to cross the street. I don't see any traffic so I jaywalk. As I enter the other lane a car comes around the corner and I have to run to get out of the way. Once again I'm nervous because I don't think I can run in these shoes. I do and I'm so graceful like I wear these shoes all the time!

A different me being observed. I'm driving my real life car, which is red. It is daytime and I'm driving down a two lane road with no other traffic. This is taking place in the south somewhere. I'm looking for a specific place to pull over. There is something I need to do at this specific place. Off to the right of the road is a deep ditch, overhead transformers, and then nothing but green saw palmetto. I run over something on the side of the road and realize that was my marker to stop. I get out of the car and notice there is water in the ditch.

I am in the the middle of the ditch but I'm not down in the water. I don't know how this happened but I'm definitely in the middle of the ditch suspended over it or there is a berm of dirt underneath me. I look up because that is where my task is. I see above me parallel bars. Not uneven bars. I know I need to pull myself up and then through. To reach another level? Not sure. Anyway, I'm really upset because I don't think I can do this. I have never been able to do a chin up- not enough upper body strength, and this is what I have to do in order to be successful. I try and fail. At this point I see a young white male swimming in the water below. I ask him for help but he refuses. I think, "Fucking asshole!" I look up to try again.

The dream starts with what I think is my husband and I in a large clearing with a lake to our right. It is winter. There is no snow on the ground but there are no leaves on the trees and the ground has that crunchy cold feel and look. We have a motorcycle (Harley I think) and I'm sitting on the back. I have the feeling the dream started prior to this because I have flashes of memory of getting on the back of the bike for the first time but the memory is gone now. My husband makes or receives a phone call. It is not good. Why are we out in the middle of nowhere anyhow? When my husband hangs up the phone he immediately starts trying to take it apart to remove the SIM card so that whoever he was talking to cannot track us. I reach over and help. We get the back off the phone and I take out the SIM card. Then I tell him to throw both into the lake. He pulls his arm back like he's just going to throw it from where we are parked but I know the SIM card is too light to make it that far. I tell him to go over to the edge of the lake and throw the pieces in. I do the same to my phone. Somewhere in the dream I have a conscious thought: why don't we just throw the phone into the lake instead of taking it apart? It'll accomplish the same thing. We take off from the clearing because we need to leave before whoever we're running from gets even close to where we were.

A new part of the dream and the man I am with is my older brother (estranged). I am riding on the back of the motorcycle and I am surprisingly comfortable and without fear.

We are at my brother's apartment. It is on the lower level, at the end of the row. This is not an apartment house where you have to go into the building to get to the apartments. It is strange but my brother doesn't go into the apartment on the end, instead he enters the first apartment. He wants whoever we are running from to believe he lives at the end. It's a decoy. For all of the tactics we are using to not be discovered we sure don't make any attempts to hide ourselves going into the wrong (right) apartment. We just walk in plain as day. The apartment is small, neat, and clean. My brother goes off into a back room to shower or get some stuff. I spend the time snooping. I haven't seen him in a long time and I wonder how he is living. I'm happy to see there is plenty of healthy food in the refrigerator. I help myself. We make plans and leave. Again I'm on the back of the motorcycle, completely comfortable and at ease.

We are at the airport at the gate but it is strange because it is where you board the plane merged into the ticketing counter. I don't remember where we are flying but then we don't board the plane. This was just a decoy.

We are in an ethnic store. We are meeting someone to sell them something (I think). I see a woman and it takes awhile before both of us are comfortable to make the transaction. I sell her broccoli (weird) but the transaction has an ominous feel to it. She inspects the broccoli, it is a stalk, to make sure the agreed on amount is there. She is suspicious but satisfied and leaves. Now I'm at the counter of the store trying to buy cauliflower but pieces keep falling on the floor. I try not to lose any pieces and bend to pick them up but my brother tells me now to worry about it and we leave.

We go back to his apartment but now I'm just observing. There are four or five agents, men and women, inside. There is one civilian. The agents are part of some task force to take down the bad guys (no sense of who they are). The agents are dressed in regular clothes with what I assume is bullet proof vests on over their clothes. The vests have the white lettering of their agency written on them but I don't see the individual letters.

The agents apprehend three? bad guys and there is such darkness surrounding them. They are angry. I watch as the civilian, a woman, is in the kitchen. She is sitting on the kitchen counter and is in charge of one of the bad guys. Everyone thinks he is secure but he is not. I see him stealthily reach for a large glass container and slowly draw his arm back and bring the object crashing towards the woman's head. I watch in horror because I know this is a game changer. Also, the woman sees this happening and instead of screaming to alert the other officers she just cringes. I'm angry at her as I watch this and I think to myself "scream! Get their attention!" But she doesn't. The next thing I see is the agents running for the door of the apartment. They barely make it out and there is a big explosion. I see them all diving for the ground and I see objects being hurled in their direction. They are more explosive devices, small and black.

(Note: These are all clearly projections i.e. happening after 5-6 hrs. of deep sleep, vibrational state, presence of some sort of "vehicle" - which is how the brain translates that which cannot be understood. Limited lucidity, around 15%. Awakening during full sleep paralysis experienced 2X previously; and I have seen my own "exit" only three times. I am reporting this in an effort to differentiate these experiences from what may be construed as typical dreams. These are "journeys", here, there and everywhere, and my detail of these may come off as sounding a bit odd. This brain-receiver of mine is limited in an understanding.)

Dream Journey #1:
I am with my sister-in-law, Josey. In real life, we do not get along, with no contact. Her shoulders are down, and her eyes sad. She explains they moved to Florida, but that it was a big mistake, and she was homesick for the MS Gulf Coast. She said there was nothing she could do about it, because her husband (G) was content being close to his "two girls", along with a friend who resided in S. Florida. I was shown the friend's image and his name, but have no recall. Josey and I were at a restaurant. I have no memory of the surroundings. (Both Josey & G are "still among the living".)

Dream Journey #2:

I am seated at a (Mexican? Chinese?) restaurant along with my husband's father and stepmother, Peggy Sue. Both are "among the living", although I have had no contact with either in four years. Then, ready to leave, was told to use a small vacuum, such as what you would use in a vehicle, to clean up the food left at the table. Peggy Sue paid the restaurant bill, and off we went, me, my husband (crossed over), his father and his stepmother, in an unspecified vehicle. Peggy Sue explained she paid for the restaurant meals and the gas to thank us for "showing them around".

Dream Journey #3:

There is an old lady, in her 80s, driving a 60s or 70s vintage big sedan, operating it as a taxi for us. I am in the back, along with a former co-worker I had not seen in about 30 years "in real life" named Nancy. Nancy and I did not care much for either other "in real life". Yet, in this dream, I bought her a gift of reversible ski pants, of all things. One or two others with us. Old lady, while driving, explained she took much care with her driving habits, to be safe. She was just as competent now as she had ever been with her driving skill. I bought her gas. She said, "I like to be a careful driver." quote

Dream Journey #4:

In a "spiritual vehicle" unspecified, going up, up, up. More like a hot air balloon, and there are a number of people inside, talking with each other, excited. Of all people, Regis Philbin is next to me, and he is acting like a "dirty old man", and I keep elbowing him to keep him away from me.

Dream Journey #5:

Male voice, commanding, but infinitely kind, this: "You have all volunteered to be on tours of duty or adventures" (meaning one or the other). My understanding was - if I may translate (I hope not to do so poorly), we are all here on this "dirtball" called Earth as volunteers, purposeful but not happen chance. It was further explained to me that this may sorely conflict with one's belief system or religion, but that we agree to come here - as volunteers - for a specific "tour of duty" or mission, or simply for the adventure of it. Regarding the latter, we choose for the adventure component, which provides for compressed learning experiences. NFI.