Independent Study sans Instructors
There were eight of us
We were presented with old manuals aged yellowed and brown
The manual was Practical, Electronic and Mechanical Engineering
It was at least 2 inchs thick
The eight of us broke into two groups
It was not a classroom environment
We were in a large structure, our location was meant to simulate the outdoors
A thin corridor separated the two groups
After an intense all morning session the group was scheduled to complete a project
However instead of working on our respective projects we opted for some fun and hijinks
We converged in the middle of the corridor
A member of the opposite group struck several musical notes
I provided the percussions, we made music
Enjoying our escape from responsibility we mustered through some physical activities
Prior to returning to our respective projects our competition was renewed
Hijinks ensued, The ancients belieived that to dream of urinating was a release of creativity
Well one person took the high ground and began urinating on my team
Not to be outdone we blocked their exit and returned the favor
The Project
We found ourselves outside surrounded for our protection by a high chain linked fence
There was a vehicle that was not in running condition
The parts needed to repair the vehicle were present but not quite machined to specifications
After some tooling and the parts meshing as intended it became apparent that this was a drive shaft
After installing the drive shaft we realized that this was a means of escape
Not from our confinement behind the high chain linked fence but what was beyond it
Total Darkness
My compatriots were all excited as was I to the prospects of escaping
I was feeling a little playful and as I started the engine I decided to make my compatriots think I was leaving
without them
I meant only to take the vehicle out for a quick spin, I would return for them so we could all escape together
Crashing the vehicle through the gate I heard the shouts of "What are you doing?"
The Darkness outside was palpable
There were only several lit areas that I observed looking down corridors that were perpendicular to my view
Each weresilhouetted scenes of ghastly acts perpetrated on one human being to another
It was as if these acts were intentionally perpetrated only in the light
I hurriedly returned to the safety of the compound informing my compatriots of the horrors that waited outside the safety of the gates 12:54 am 8/3/2010

I have remebered this dream for 30 years.

I'm 6 years oldat the time of dreaming.
My mothers family is gathered at a small school gymnasium. We are all there and wearing church clothes waiting for my grandfather to arrive. In life my grandfather was a pentecostal minster, and a fiery Ukranian son of a farmer.

The family waited together, some of us were sobbing, others looked shocked or uncertain. A procession entered. There was a priest, an executioner and a large Gorilla/Sasquatch? escourting my grandfather into the gymnasium. I remeber seeing thathe had on very simple linen clothes and knitted woolen socks. He was going to a guillotine to have his head off. The dream cut off and was followed by another dream that showed only people frontasl lobes being surgically implanted with credit cards. It was very odd, I remeber not being afraid when I woke up. I'm certain this dream was the product of brainwashing.

I'm laying on my back breathing deeply with my preganant wife next to me. I was tired so I didn't bother to roll over like I usually do.
I sense a presence in the room with us which is slightly darker now. I can't move or speak, only murmur. I hear steps and an odd hissing/breathing sound. I long and sinuous form tackles me on to the floor from my bed, it feels fully lucid at thi spoint and I am completly awake. I fight viscously with the being for what seems like 20 or 30 seconds. The harder I fight the more confident I feel that I'm defending our lives.

I'm laying on my back in my bed, breathing heavily, with my preganant sleeping wife next to me. I roll over.

I found myself on a grassy hill,mid afternoon maybe, mild wind. There was a single tree rustling at my back and I could feel slightly warm from the sun. I felt a presence from above the tree lower down to me and rest two hands on my shoulders. I felt very peaceful as though these were compassionate beings behind me, I don't recall if there were one or more to be clear. I heard a voice softly say " You have to see this" I rose up into a low cloud a suddenly shot very quickly through the clouds which resembled a tunnel coming so quickly. I slowed over a coastal/lake city that was partially destroyed with a definate line through the centre of it mass that appeared to be lava. The half that had been destroyed was closest to the coast. The other half of the city was under construction or completely new, like nothing I can recall seeing. The buildings were cylindrical and opaque in appearance with a dull green tone mostly. It was very beautiful to look at from the sky I remember which made me feel strangley at ease with the sheer scope of the destruction I was seeing. We returned to the hill and set down very gently.

I'm a musician. I had this dream last night,
I was playing a show, it seemed to be a reunion gig for a band I used to sing for. It was a band I had started and put together with myself as a bass player, but only became the lead singer for after trying someone else out for some time and later 'letting him go'. There was a full room and other bands on the bill scheduled to play that night. We started by playing our flagship song that I had written about picking yourself up and moving on after (enter the metaphor) a wave comes along and washes away the life you had known up until then.
I remember singing the entire epic song, verses, choruses, the bridge, every word, every note. The strange thing was that while performing, I turned around to see my band and I noticed extra guitar players, one relatively poor player, an old friend from my first band as a teenager, and another who played expertly but I didn't recognize him at all. As the song progressed, technical problems ensued, equipment started to fail, performances were getting sloppy. After the song was over I remember becoming very frustrated as my band tried to get their gear working again to no avail. When I turned around again I saw that the that the crowd had disappeared. I walked back towards the drum-kit where my drummer and close friend (who had played as brilliantly that night as he ever does) then informed me that we had gone way over the schedueled set time and everyone, including the other bands who were supposed to play, had left the venue. I then became infuriated and unplugged my microphone, threw the cable in the air and said to my drummer "let's get the **** out of here". I then went outside.
It was daylight, I don't remember much about where I was except it was a clearing of some sort and standing there next to me, was another friend and the ORIGINAL singer that I alluded to earlier, for the band that I just had an awful performance with, a man who many times sung the same song I had just sang. No conversation took place before the ground began to subtly vibrate in an eerily familiar way. I knew it was an earthquake. I said to my friend "can you feel that?". He looked back at me in silence but with an expression of great concern on his face as if trying to find a way to deny what he surely knew was happening. Then the ground suddenly began to shake violently and we both lost our footing and fell backwards as the earth cracked and split right between us.
That's all I remember. I posted this because I've never had an earthquake in any dream I've ever remembered. It was a vivid and unmistakable sensation.

Last night I had a combo Haunting and Escape dream. I was at the scene of previous dreams. A farm stylehousewith similar neighbors. All with 1 acre or so lots. The "back house", overgrown and decrepit,is where the spririts are, this time and previously.I was with a group of fellow travellers and we had stopped at the house. While the others were busy somewhere I decided to getmy gear, a flashlight and a gun, and go back to the spirit house to confrontwhat was there.
A member of my group, a male, joined me.For some reason the lights worked and the house appeared inside as it must have looked when it waslived in. A spirit appeared in the formof awoman in anight shirt, dark hair with no face. She appeared in the entrance to the living room off a main hallway. I went to follow, chills running through me, only to find nothing but an empty hallway with all the lights on. I went back, now alone, to the main house and saw all the neigbors loading uppickups and trailersto evacuate with some haste, but no fear.
I couldn't find therest of my party,only all the gear laid out on a table. I never needed, and at this point did not have, mygun or flashlight. I wanted to leave too, but my party never re-appeared.

Don't know if this pertains to my town but I was with someone and the ground started shaking and the buildings around me were swaying and crumbling and I said that it's a shame because so many of these buildings ae so old and it seemed that they were in my downtown and I noticed floors callapsing and I said to this person next to me that the elevators were falling and "he" said it's ok they are only falling 2 or 3 floors and they will survive, this went on for a short time and it stopped. I dreamt this July 29

There is no prior context and no post context for this dream. It appeared like a dangling snapshot. There was a document laying on a nondescript flat surface. The paper appeared to be made of some fibrous material, more coarse than regular paper but not papyrus or the like. I was reminded of special gift paper that has custom color and texture, with inlaid motifs of leaves or petals. This document, however, was plain and was slightly off-white.

There was no material "me" in the dream, but my perspective hung above the single paged document. I was struck with the intention to read the page. I noticed that the script, which I had originally assumed to be formed of the english alphabet, was written in a runic alphabet. I seemed to understand the writing, but cannot remember what was written.

After a moment, the letters began to float upwards off of the paper. There was a slight shimmer as this happened. The letters retained their linear relationships for another moment and then began to spiral counter clockwise. Rectangular formation was lost in favor of what initially looked like a series of nested concentric circles. Upon looking more closely, I could see that the shape was one of undulating spiral. There were no separations between rings. They all seemed to join in reaching toward a center horizonal point. It was in this position that they hung and continued to undulate.

In thinking about this after, it seems to me that there was some implication of seeking inclusive truth that may be approached but perhaps not completely found.

It started out that I was a fireman living in a fire house with a bunch of other guys near the beach.

Next thing I remember is that we where suddenly transformed from being firemen to being soldiers. We where about to go into a battle that was to happen on the beach that was right next to the old fire station.

I remember going into the battle and as we where running in guns blazing suddenly we where in an alternate dimension. This place was short lived and had not lucidity or definition.

We then arrived out of that dimension and where far enough into the future that we where watching people put up a memorial plaque at the anniversary of the battle.

It seemed as though this battle was on an American beach. The next thing I remember is that I was going to visit the guys that had gone through the time warp with me.

When I got there the two guys I was visiting had exact duplicates of themselves hanging out there with them.

I decided that the best was to resolve this problem was for some reason to take two identical door bell button fixtures and craft them together.

The last part of the dream that I remember is that I could not get the two doorbells to merge. Then I woke up.

Dream, 7/31/10, approx. 11:30AM PDT: A spacy, creative, monk-looking architect would magically rebuild over antiquated and even ancient ruins found within modern cities of Europe, almost with a waving of his walking stick, they would transform into beautiful, utilitarian, great structures of the future. There were 3 or 4 scenes like this. In the last, it was more like a picture that he drew,as ifarchitect's plans and not actual physical construction, but the plans were a painting, also magically appearing on the medium. Along came someone with some degree of municipal authority, but not much bearing, angry and off-balance. By this point it was clear that the main character was played by Jean Reno, and suggested France. He was pushed by the angry man into a dark, very deep chasm and died.
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Note: It is pretty unusual for me to have a clearly identified face in a dream, people I know personally, sure, but a relatively random actor is pretty rare. Also, I had to do a web search for 'French actor' to get the name just now. Right after the dream, I was 100% sure of the identification by facial recognition, but not the name of the actor.