CF's dream diary

Last night there were lots of dreams, the two I remember better was one in which my mother, who looked like she was thirty, said something like 'you should have the house under the corporation, so that when the AC breaks you can afford to fix it'. I'm not sure what this means, I'm not sure I knew it in the dream either.
Later on there was a scene in which there were people around an ambulance, like a disaster, but there were people with rifles that were executing some survivors, because some 'had witnessed' something wrong. I was on a gurney playing dead, and had astral vision, so I could see when people would look at me, and I'd hold my breath for as long as they looked, and I'd breathe when they were looking elsewhere. At some point some lady was executed in front of me, and I tried not to react. Later on the real rescuers arrived and I got up and told them what I had seen.
There were other types of disaster dreams, I get the feeling it had to do with earthquakes, but it's pretty jumbled.

That was a terrible dream. I guess I would see those events as symbolic
in some kind of way, but exactly how, would depend on the life
situation I would be in.

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Originally Posted by PauliEffect

That was a terrible dream. I guess I would see those events as symbolic
in some kind of way, but exactly how, would depend on the life
situation I would be in.

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Welcome to my mind, lol.

Various dreams, combined. My old job had been moved to where I grew up, and they had built the place in the same spot where my house was. So even though the place was new, it was where my house once was. I talked about this with my co-workers, but they kind of ignored me. Then I slipped into a recurring theme- I'm working on a piece of equipment given to me by my old boss. I find it and proceed to troubleshoot it. The scene melts into another, in which we are in some sort of carnival or park. The same people (coworkers) from the first scene are there, we are in some sort of a ride or float, and I see there is a man in the back which I had a restraining order against. This is a new element possibly related to a TV show I was watching. There is another woman that is either having trouble with him or is a self aspect (I believe at some point in the dream I am her, and am interacting with this man in some way. At some point my husband and son are in this part, but they are somehow separated from the action, as if they were in another section of the room. Some other stuff happens which I've forgotten and I wake. I look at the alarm clock and see I still have two minutes before it goes off, so I close my eyes and am immediately in a scene in which I can see a scene, and someone is telling me that this is a dictionary of nonphysical meanings to communications received from np characters.
I see the first page and in script it ways:
"Hanging Loose"~ And the description says that it means being dead. So in np slang, hanging loose means being dead, because they got loose of their physical bodies.
Then the alarm went off.
I wonder if I'm going to get 'a meaning a day'.

ps. The man in the dream isn't anyone I've ever seen, although he kind of resembles the actor Zachary Quinto. The boss is someone who exists in my past, but the coworkers and the man are not.

A combo of dreams, may have been part of the same dream. First I was helping to move my mom from one apt. to another, cleaning up her stuff and moving it to another, and then we were in the new apt. helping her get acclimated. In the move I lost lucidity and started doing things in sleepwalking fashion and other characters (critical and in-charge characters) were introduced, and I kept trying to function, not well or lucidly. There was a back and forth between those dreams, but they were not clear.

I had an extremely significant dream this morning and am writing this to see if I can draw it out. I remembered once more when I attempted to take a nap but it left my brain the second I woke up. I'm going to sit here until it comes back up.

Amazing. It came back.
I was back at the job I used to have (2 jobs ago, I've always considered the best job I ever had.) My old boss had me come in to see if I wanted to work there again.
I came into a dream environment that is recurrent- the shop, people working on equipment, etc. I took a piece of equipment and started to work on it. (still recurrent). The part it needed, when I went to look for it, was made from platinum and was very expensive. This made no sense, it seemed like a trick to make the product be too expensive to assure it wouldn't sell. I was having some doubts about this when it became very late, I realized I'd been there too long, and it was nighttime. Everyone was still sitting there working, as if this were normal. When I asked, they said the company had decided the workday was ten hours, and you had to stay there for so many more- some people were forced to live there. I thought this was very wrong so I started to walk around to look for my boss to tell him I wouldn't want to work for a company like that. When I was looking for his office, I got lost and ended up in the women's bathroom, except that it had been rebuilt to house closets and storage for the people that had to live there. I started to get nervous, realized I 'had seen too much' and started going up a ladder in this place which went up to a hatch of some sort. Then I saw some people that were trying to get out, and when they followed the exit signs they were directed to a 'false exit' - the hatches were sealed and people were forced to stay there. In the 'bathroom' there were couches and TV sets, people were expected to 'live' there. So I went back to where I was, and retraced my steps, and I saw my boss, and told him I had to think about it, and got out the door, the same door I had come in.

Now I get out, but I have no car and am not sure how to get back home. I see some sort of 'lark', those little vehicles that you ride on, but very slow- almost like a wheelchair. So I get on one of those and start driving away, get in the highway, scared but realizing I couldn't walk my way home, I didn't know where to go but on the highway they'd be roadsigns (it was nighttime, remember) so I get on, and see that a lot of people that had been riding the thing I'm riding have been killed by people in regular cars, and I see that some of them are running the people on larks over on purpose, because they go too slow. So I pull over and decide to walk on the side of the road, afraid that if I stay on the road I'll get run over, when I see two people in a car that work in this place (IRL they were coworkers of mine that stayed in the place I used to work in, even after they were bought out by another company) so I ask if could ride with them, and they acted weird- the man said they had to go back at a certain time but the woman (who I'm friends with) kind of let me know that they were escaping and had no plans to go back, and kind of convinced him to let me get in the car. I could see there was stuff in the car, like appliances or something, and I woke up. Not sure if I was going to get in the car or not.

There was something about a building we were living in, and someone from 'outside' complaining that they didn't like the sounds our new black cat was making. He was adorable and inside, and I wondered why whoever this person was had to try to interfere in our lives, when my cat wasn't really making noise, and he had never seen him.
In reality I don't have a black cat, but this cat was beautiful, like a small panther, and I was very happy with him.
I then woke up with a cough, got up to take care of it, and then went back to bed, freezing and uncomfortable. Then I projected to my son's room. I suspect I was worried it was cold and wondered if he was covered up. The OBE is in the OBE journal.

There was something about a purple screwdriver that was attached to my hand, a hardware store and an old family acquaintance in which I had some issues years ago. Basically I was going to do something with this tool, it somehow got lost despite it being attached to my hand, and people came out of the woodwork telling me to change the tool, but I knew it was the right one. Then this person showed up and se had some sort of significant conversation but I still didn't completely trust her but at least we had a talk. Then I found the missing tool again and I proceeded to find the thing this tool was supposed to fix. Eventually I went to fix it and my husband woke me up.

Two nights ago there were various themes in a nightmare that I didn't want to record, so I'll just give general descriptions:
1- The theme of rejection, an old boss who gave me a toy that was filled with biting insects.
2- The desire to get to the beach, and my inability to get in and surf, the monsters that try to prevent me from doing so, at one point I get to the water and am attacked by a man with a shark head. I shout at him "You lost, I'm already in the water". I wake up, (my husband woke me up) and I tried to get in the dream again to go into the surf, but I have to get up.

Last night I had some dreams, but they were 'regular', and atm I don't remember them.

I don't remember what I was dreaming, but I woke up in a dream in which I was in a college setting and I was walking along with a friend of mine. I started to go to sleep and as I did I started to float, so she took me by the hand and led me along the path as I dozed. I was telling her how wonderful this felt-I could feel the air going around me, caressing me as I floated like a balloon while she walked holding me. Then at some point she let me go and I started to go upwards.
The theme of me floating upwards and panicking that I will float uncontrollably away is a recurring one, and I usually panic and wake up, but this time I simply pointed myself down and dove down to where my friend was, still walking along the path. I could see the rooftops and treetops around, and wondered how I could have been afraid of this, since I was in control. Then I dove down to the floor and gently landed, being proud that I didn't crash-land, and was woken up by the alarm clock. Not happy about it, it was a wonderful dream.

I asked for guidance when I was about to go to sleep, and when I woke up I was dreaming about cleaning dog pee off a floor (not my house, I don't have a dog) and two words were heard as I was coming to. They were "Musso musso". Whatever that means, I'm recording it.

Weirdly, there is a sense to those names, I got this when I googled the term.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-PM4cjZkOY
Interestingly, the name is 'from above'. Enticing, but I need more specifics.

Woke up at 5, went back to sleep. Started dreaming about being in the military in a sub. All kinds of different aspects of being in a sub with people (logistics, rooms, food, etc.) It was an extremely long dream that had a lot of everyday detail, culminating in me realizing I didn't have enough clothes to last the week and figuring out how to get clothes for three more days. Apparently everything was assigned and laundry day was in five days and I had three shirts in my bag left before being able to do the wash. It was all mundane stuff but it's what I remember the most because it was the last moment before waking up at 6.
Strange.

I'm in school, and now I've taken every class there is, and I have also been every kind of teacher there is, and I'm wondering what else I can do. I'm outside in the garden of a "Hogwart's" style of castle- looks like a beautiful castle but is really a school. Then I wake up in the liminal state and it becomes an astral projection with some sort of exit. So I'll refer to this in the journal.
http://www.astraldynamics.com.au/sho...237#post119237

I had a version of a recurring dream in which insight about the experience came to me while I was still in it.
Setting:
I've been given or sold a house. As usual, it's very beautiful and large, with many rooms, and towards the back there is a room that appears to be occupied. I never see who's there and I'm never sure that there is someone there, but it's part of the transaction. Towards the back of the house there is the entrance to a shopping mall. I have to walk through the living areas, through a large hall and pass the closed door of the room to get to the back part of the house to get to the mall.
This is recurrent, and a dream I have often.
I have speculated as to the identity of the 'other' in the room that lives in my house. I think it's my subconscious.
Although I usually enjoy the fact that a shopping mall is connected to my house (makes it convenient) I didn't 'get' its significance until the end of the dream.
Last night's variation of the dream is that I was supposed to get my son after school across the street in a park- I had to step out the front door at a predetermined time and I remembered I had an errand to run.
So I walked to the back and went through the nice comfortable hallway that lead to the mall entrance, and when I was walking around ran into an old friend from college who wanted me to see something in one of the stores. I told her I was in a hurry because I had something to do but she whined and promised it'd be quick. So I went with her through various stores. I noticed that many of the storefronts had a little tab with my name on it. My friend told me that this indicated that I owned the mall. I thought it was curious that the fact that I bought the house (and was paying a mortgage for it) also made me the mall owner, and all the clerks had my name on their paperwork so I could get better service. At some point I started to wake up realizing that the mall in the back of the house was the entrance to the astral plane, located in the deep subconscious (far behind the 'closed' door) and the nice cool, cozy, and comfortable tunnel was the transitional stage (tube type exit?) that I do, being reminiscent of many of my OBEs.
And then I woke up.

Two nights ago, something about going to summer camp with the wrong clothes- I 'forgot' to bring clothes besides the 'fancy' heels and skirt I was wearing. After much wrangling, I got the staff to get me shorts and sneakers to wear, but the 'lockers' they got me were the size of gift bags and I couldn't stuff the clothes in it. I spent the entire dream going from place to place (first I was late, then I forgot the right clothes, then they couldn't fit- meanwhile, I was missing the fun activities.

I don't remember what I dreamt about, didn't sleep much. Hate Nazi time.

I had at least two frightening dreams last night. One of them involved us being a family of four, and having my daughter get kidnapped by aliens. After the deed was done, I was treated as if I were crazy, no one in the town remembering I used to have a daughter, and me thinking that I was going insane, starting to forget her too. I woke up very distraught.

Recurring dream, or two that mixed together. Started out in the environment in which I had to get through water to get to my car to get to work (was in some sort of pier). After going through a lot to get into the car I was transported to a previous background, involving my grandmother's house and the house I used to live in, something about kids going on a shooting spree, and then finding out they were harmless, then back to my mother's house in which she was angry at me and refused to talk to me. This went on for a while and I was back in the water environment, where a male 'in charge' had asked me to make flowers with the material provided by whoever provided it. I made lilies, and when he went to check he was not happy because he had asked me to make roses, but I explained that I was not provided the parts for roses. He then went away, and when I went to my car, anticipating the problems getting to it through water again (I did not want to get wet now) I found that it had moved to dry dock and made it easier to get into.
Then I went back and forth to my mother's house a few times, and soon woke up.

Two nights of sparklies.
The night before last night I dreamed that superimposed on whatever I was dreaming about, there was some sort of 'fairy dust' like tinkerbell's fairy dust. Later on, when I woke up I was seeing this type of tinkly-starry-type stuff- kind of like the starry void hypnopomp but moving and more abundant, just like fairy dust being thrown by tinkerbell, or as if you were moving through a cloud of the starry dusty stuff.
This morning I woke up to this hypnopomp again, I don't think I've ever had repeating vision screens two days in a row before, and I don't think I've had this particular type before.

The 'whatever' you were dreaming about would be helpful; would color the meaning of the underlying experience. I understand hypnopomp is not a dream phemomena - usually a precurser to a dream - different brain activity. So I am puzzled. Never-the-less fairie sparklies have to be wonderful in any way; singaling a new vision or 'tools of power'.

I would be very encouraged.

I got up around 5am and went back to bed.... Then I was in a very spooky place, in the 'front porch' scenario where I'm 'inside' and the dead are 'outside'. I looked at the dead, which were closer to me than before, but none of them looked familiar. I took this as good news. Later we were on a boat, me and my two children in the dream. We were going through a river that was 'creepy' and fantastic. (The Styx, I think?). There were various boats on the river and we were going downriver when I recognized a couple I know in another boat. I also saw that there were other people acting terrified of whatever was in the grass on the banks. Some people began to get off their boats and walking (wading, the water was shallow) away in the mist. I lay on the boat, covering my children, and someone draped some kind of gauzy covering over us. I could hear screams and wails, and then I saw a large clawed finger get under our cover, and peek in. At this point I was terrified too. The eye that looked in did not look mammalian. Or human. Then 'she' lifted the veil and I could see the most beautiful dragon-y looking being, who radiated love and compassion, and a little bit of mirth (thought it was funny we were so scared of her). She wasn't of a color you'd expect a dragon to be, her body was of colors I can't describe- so fantastic (but not cartoony) shimmery and bright- and beautiful! She welcomed us to this realm and introduced herself. Then she pointed at my daughter, who was sitting on my lap at the time, and said her name. The little girl seemed to be about four years old and talked, called me momma. Had long dark brown hair and coppery skin. I was shocked and started to wake up. Some of the people on the boat came back and said things like "I can't believe what I have learned". Then I woke up.

First I want to disclose that I've been working on a translation of a book on chinese medicine, which obviously informed some of this' dream snippet.

I was in a building, square, with all four walls made of glass. I think I was in a high floor or at least a fourth floor. I was standing in front of the east window, trying to capture the chi coming from the east. Because of the transparency of the walls, and the height, I felt exposed. The sky was bright blue, it was a beautiful day. A great wind flew through me, and some other thing happened, which I have forgotten. It was something impressive, maybe gigantic, and a bit intimidating, but I can't remember what it was.

New form of recurrent dream. I'm working, am close to figuring out a repair. Then my boss comes in and wants to redo my bench, starts taking it apart and structures disappear. Then I lose my shirt and can't find it. Then it's lunch time and someone is going to get me some while I look for my shirt. In the middle of this, my mother comes into the shop and she's wearing a victorian gown I have seen in pictures of my great-grandmother. She looks very young, like her teens, but the dress is incongruous. I embrace her as if she were my sister, since she is younger than me. Then I realize I was wearing my shirt under a dress I'm wearing the whole time. Then I start putting together my bench and the memory of how to fix the thing I was working on comes back to me and I start putting it together. Then I wake up.

First dream, recurrent.
I'm at my old new job, sitting on a bench repairing some equipment. My boss is somewhere else in the room, and I'm wondering why I romanticized it previously. There is no 'special' feeling that I used to get in previous 'old job' dreams about this. Maybe because I'm busy and have no time to think about stuff. I wake up, use the bathroom, go back to bed and go into the next dream.

Dream two:
Recurring scenario, new details.
I'm in some sort of amusement park. The recurrent theme is the 'conveyor belt' effect, seeing people go through a 'conveyor' apparatus, and myself going though it. I usually get hung up on it or fall from it or something like it. This time something different happened.

I'm inside a room that's part of a 'water slide'. I see kids jumping in and going down or up or wherever the slide takes you. I jump in. In the middle of the slide I have an OBE in which I find myself back to the beginning of the ride. (I'm obviously not lucid.) Then I tell the other people in the entrance that I had an OBE while in the ride and I'm 'up here' again. I then realize I'm 'up here' (although I'm physical and interactive) and my body is supposed to be in the apparatus. I then jump in again, but now I have the actual experience of going through the chute. I first go down, then up in a watery loop-de loop in which I end up going down with the chute on top of me, and wonder at the impossibility of this, and end up in some realm in which there is some sort of a 'convent/church/religious institution' inside of it. I step off, walk around, talk to a few religious personages about religious stuff, then get on the chute and finish the 'trip'. At the end, as I'm stepping off the room and walking out the door, I see hundreds of kittens that are forming a line (cute little kittens) from outside to inside a room with the door half-closed. Someone tells me these kittens are on some sort of pilgrimage to help their mommy through some difficult situation. I notice the kittens are holding certain things in their muzzles, like cotton balls and other things, like food. I wonder at this, step outside (to see more kittens looking for helpful things) and wake up.

In the past few days I've had a lot of 'swimming' dreams.
Last night a pool was featured at the end, but the 'body' of the dream started out somewhere else.
I was in a restaurant with my "family" (these people were not my present day family, not sure why).
We were discussing an inheritance we had received. Or rather, one of us was in control of. When I ordered my meal (which was a very small thing) the waiter threw my napkin on the floor. When I bent down to pick it up he snatched my meal (it was supposed to be some sort of salad but all I could see was some honeydew squares on a plate, and I didn't even get to taste them.) I complained and he shrugged me off and then the bill came. It was for an astounding $750 dollars. I was told by these people that my part was $400 dollars. I protested that I didn't have that kind of money, and if we all had inherited the large amount of money they could take it off my inheritance. We then walked down a corridor of the place we were at, it was some sort of hotel. But when I got to the part where there was some sort of cul-de sac hallway (with four rooms around the circle) the center or the circle featured a large pool that had been constructed in the center. It was immaculately done, and I was thinking it was very clever (in reality it was very weird), and I woke up as I was admiring the clear blue water.

The night before last night a lovely dream about the ocean (recurring with a different ending).
We moved by the beach, and I was looking forward to surfing in it. As usual, something happened to interrupt this, but instead there was a boat, and we went sailing instead. The foamy water felt good, as we got wet with it (but no immersion.) I woke up happy.
Last night, a horrible nightmare which I won't recount, except it had a "happy" ending.

Three dreams, not sure if in the right order.
It was nighttime and I flew to the beach (it may have been a projection, due to the 'realtime' state of the moment) I launched myself in the water, and swam happily. Then (now we're on full dream mode) I see my mom on a boat. I get on the boat and we start riding around in this waterway, you can see the city on one side and roads on the other. We have a good time and then she drops me off on a pier. I think I wake up and get up and go back to bed. Back to sleep. Now I'm in a room that does not resemble any room in the present, and not really in the past. My cousin and I are sleeping in a room, in separate parts of the room (she and I grew up together as children, and we slept in bunk beds, so it's different than our childhood). Once again, it's still dark. She wakes up and sits up in her bed (she is by the window, I'm by the wall next to a door) and says "my mom told me your mom is coming over." (Both our mothers are deceased, her mom a long time ago, my mom recently.) I wonder how she knows, and go back to bed. Then I wake up for real. There is a third dream involving my mother and my grandfather's house, but this one is fuzzy. It melded my own (modest) house with my grandfather's (fabulous) house and the house I grew up in (also modest). My mom was in this one maybe in the kitchen cooking something, but our conversations are kind of fuzzy, I was taken with the architecture of the place, as I often am in dreams.

Alright, Dorothy! You've got the Emerald City on one side and the Yellow Brick Road(s) on the other. Your Mother drops you off on a pier (presumably on the road side). Oh, as usual the water will represent the middle (astral, inner self), the interface between your and your future. The tornado has swept you away, now your cousin and you do not share the same space - you have differentiated yourself from the mundane into the magical. But your Fairy Godmother is in the kitchen cooking up something magical for you journey.

That's pretty wild :MrGreen:

In this dream we had gone to a city to do an errand, and while we were there my husband and son decided to make extra money by picking up repossessions for some company. I was nervous about this as we were not going to 'nice' places. It was a bad side of town with mob written all over it. We arrived at a nice house (very nice, in fact) and my husband went to work trying to 'steal' the guy's car, (repo it) when the owner came out and caught 'us'. I thought he was going to kill us or have us killed, and I tried to talk ourselves out of trouble (don't know what story I was telling him, but it appeared to be working.) then I saw a tableau they had in their front porch that was very similar to some stuff we have in our front room (albums & other stuff) when I opened their wedding album and saw that the man's father looked a lot like my own father, except his father had dark hair, mine had platinum-blonde hair in my wedding pictures. I was shocked and exclaimed at the remarkable resemblance of our fathers, and the man wanted to see a picture of my dad to make the comparison (as in, maybe we were related) and I started looking in my wallet and the car we were in for a picture of my dad. I couldn't find one, although I don't know why I would think we had, as all our personal stuff was in our house in another town. But I kept looking in desperation, thinking this could save us, and the scene changed to another scene, this time with me in my bed, and a woman next to me, and I was talking to her about my marriage, and then I woke up.

Just a question, do you find your city dreams have a very similar feel to them?. I get that with cities and malls quite a bit.

Most of my dream scenarios are recurrent, so I would say yes and no- yes, in that I've been 'there' before, but not all 'city' dreams are to the same city, or the 'beach' dreams are to the same beach, etc. The most recurred-to scenarios in my experience are the house that I am often visiting because I'm going to 'move in' (the one with the mall attached to it) and the fabled grandfather's house, which is often connected to the 'beach as afterlife' dreams- a sort of 'past to present' thing.
BTW, thanks for the question, it made me think about this.

Keywords for now, too tired to write.
Nightmare, night flight, animals that were not what they looked like.
Cockatiel with two sets of wings, bug that turned into something else (nicer), bats, something else.
Flying around a house, landing worrisome, made it ok.

Whitney Houston, my old friend, stars, and possibly aliens.
The dream starts at night, I'm out on the town with my girlfriend Whitney Houston. I am club-hopping with her and she's my bff. At some point she has to go perform in some place and we are separated. I spot an old (and estranged friend) who immediately tries to commandeer my time. She pulls me to various places, and we end up in a place I've been to before (a recurring dream scenario.) I ask her to get me a kind of beer I like, and she disappears to get it. Then I go outside, I don't really want to be with her, I want to be with WH. I look outside and see galaxies, and get some sort of information from looking at the stars. Some sort of 'reminder'. I then tell someone besides myself, that if I will an alien spaceship to appear, it will. I wait for him to challenge me. I then wake up, still seeing the stars, forming a constellation that kind of looks like a silhouette picture of WS. As I wake up, I realize that I've been clubhopping with someone who is dead. In the dream I didn't have that sort of awareness. It spooks me a little.

Notes: I've never been a WH fan, never liked her music much, although I do appreciate her talent. Never knew much about her, other than what you hear on tabloid shows. Don't know what brought her to my subconscious, and what she had to do with my former friend.
The part in the stars was a joyful event (the whole dream was fun and happy.) It's the first pleasant dream I've had since my surgery, but I was told that nightmares are common, possibly a side effect of anesthesia.

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It's the first pleasant dream I've had since my surgery, but I was told that nightmares are common, possibly a side effect of anesthesia.

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I agree, you were still reeling from the drugs and you subconscious interpreted that into a drug addled bff. Interesting but a passing thing. Glad to know you getting better :hugs:

I had a wonderful dream last night (or series of dreams.) I can't remember much about them (maybe they'll come back) but there was a figure of Quan Yin in the dream, like a statue.
Interestingly, my cousin came to visit me this weekend, the same one in my dream sometime on the 5th of this month. Precog? Idk.

I got up at 4am thinking that I had neglected to do something important that I was supposed to and went on to have the same frustrating dream. Entirely psychological, but very exhausting.
I was going to a friend's wedding, and was late. When I got to the arena, I found out I was supposed to be in the wedding party (a bridesmaid) and was shown the clothes I was supposed to wear. After picking up my clothes as quick as possible, I decided to run to the bathroom so I could take a quick shower and then run to the wedding ceremony itself. As I ran from the tent where the clothes were to the bathroom where I could take a shower (which was inexplicably in the opposite side of the clothes tent, and farther away from the 'church' part of it, I ran and ran, and the closer I got to where I was going to the slower I went. To the point where I was almost running in place (or running in slowmo) and I could see people around me, looking critically at me as if I couldn't fulfill my duties. The faster I tried to go the slower I went, and the closer I got to the place where I was supposed to go the slower I went. When I finally woke up, I could barely wake up, I had slept "too much" and I was fuzzy and exhausted.
Then I went to the office to check on that thing I needed to do and found out that I wasn't too late, still have Tuesday. So all that running for nothing.

We were in Disneyworld, and were with a friend of mine (nonexistent IRL). Two guys told her to meet them in one place, and when we went 'that' way we were outside of the park. After going through train tracks and a spiderweb covered in dirt and ants, we decided to head back, as this wasn't a good idea. When we got back to the park the attendants wouldn't let us in, and I had to call my 'husband', who turned out to be OK, who was with my brother W., who looked like he was my son's age.
So they got us back in.

Disneyworld, like the Emerald City, are fantasy havens where all is promised to be wonderful and questions/problems are resolved magically. This is nice to dream about but has no connection to reality. If you would have stayed with the dirty path you may have found some real answers. Counter-intuitive yes, but this theme recurs.
Stay with the program, unpleasant though it seems, and resolve to find your self again in the real world.
You know me - just reaching for the possible but unlikely thoughts.

Richard

It's interesting that something noteworthy happened in Disneyland (in California) yesterday. Prob. a coincidence, but who knows.

A continuation of nightmares. I wonder how long these will last. This one was obviously TV inspired, as I saw something on TV that directly gave shape of this horror.
Basically we were in a meeting in which many of the parents were shooting each other, and I was attempting to protect my son without calling attention to his presence. Very stressful and movie-esque.
We actually got out alive after the meeting broke up, and I was considering going to someone I know for help when the alarm went off.
Weirdly, no cliff-hanger.

Three dreams, one with mom.
She was telling me something, can't remember what.
In dream #2, I was getting ready to take a bath. Then I saw a small tropical fish floating in the air, and another one flopping on the bathroom floor. I picked him up and put him in the bathtub. I wondered if the bubbles in the water would hurt him, but I had no other option, this was where I had water. As I picked up small flopping fish (and observed them floating in the air) I realized they had to be coming from somewhere.
I looked 'behind' the wall, and discovered that there was a fish store (pet shop) next door on the other side of the wall, and there were many aquariums. Fish were jumping from the aquariums, would float in the air as if they were swimming, float through the wall, and at some point lose speed and fall on the floor. I wondered what I could do, besides rescuing them and putting them in my bathtub, to later return them to their tanks. I thought about why the tanks were not covered on the top, and soon woke up.
Don't remember one of the dreams, other than knowing about it.

Two dreams. We were traveling around the middle east. Flying. My husband was flying a plane. We got to where we were going, and landed. We were joined with various people and we were split in two cars to get to our destination. My son was in the other car. The driver of my car (a local) could not keep up with the other car, and we soon lost it. None of us knew where we were going (apparently, not even the driver, although he belonged to whoever was in charge) and I remembered that I had my cellphone. I was going to call my son to have him ask the driver what road they were on (they went down under a bridge and we were on an overpass) but someone said they knew where we could meet. We then met and reunited, and talked about where we were supposed to go. (I knew when I woke up, but now it's fuzzy.) I went back to sleep, and woke up later with an interesting conversation between dream characters. They were discussing where and why they got split up and how they could improve communication in the future. I was just observing this conversation. It was obvious these were self-aware aspects that were discussing their role in the 'exercise'. It was interesting.

The night before last, something about a vacation through a fantasy fairy land on a train, I jump on a giant tree off the train, followed by my husband and another person who I don't know but wasn't welcome.

I'm not sure this one was last night. Maybe an early one or one the night before I had forgotten about. We were acting in a play and at some point decided to take a break. There was a vending soda machine and I went to where there was a line in front of it. Approaching the end of the line I saw my dad, who gave me a kind of dry smile and didn't speak, just 'mentated' hi. I came to him and spoke to him. Upon awakening I had the impression it 'really' wasn't him, just some self aspect. But it sure was nice to see him, after all these years. (He passed in the eighties).

I'm not sure if this was a dream or a projection- but in the dream I was sleeping next to my "boyfriend" that looked somewhat different than in regular life. Something with the eyebrows. I was actually looking at both of us as we lay in bed, and saw the scene as if I were looking down from above us. When I woke up, we were in the same position as in the dream (and he's my hubby). So I don't know if regular dream or feedback.

Last night. dream of being in a different version of my old house. We were visiting my brother, and people were planting trees in the middle of the road.

Two or three dreams-
In the last one, I was watching a music video, in which an orthodox jewish man was singing and dancing (kind of like Matisyahu) but a hip-hop song. The tune was so catchy that I wrote it down, and it's still in my head. Also, the title of the song was "Thank You Baby" and it spoke of how she saved him from a very limited life. Oh, and his voice sounded a lot like Michael Bolton. It was very vivid, and it makes me think the song exists, as the production was very 'real'.

what a wonderful dream, so positive, so 'thank you baby' so encouraging.
I didn't realize you could write music on a staff! You are a mystery wrapped in a conundrum - love it!
Actually, more down to earth, you don't surprise me, because surprising me seems to be the norm.
Now I should consider the context of the dream.
Umm, it is full of symbolism, characterization, will take me a bit to get the heart of it - if ever I can. Ho Ho . :)

Well, if you do, shoot. I'm not good with my own symbology, unless it's about something that I know is happening.

Three dreams.
I was jumping on a pogo stick. I was having so much fun, childlike. Every time I jumped up I would see wonderful star views. It was glorious. Then I woke up and went to the bathroom, and tried to go back to this simple yet joyful dream.

Then we were in a hotel, on vacation. My son was jumping up and down in a bed (as he used to do when he was little) and he hurt his head. He had two bumps, one on his upper right, and one on the back of his head. I said let's go to the hospital, but he said he was ok. I woke up again, this time it was around five o'clock.

In this dream I was outside, and the sky was full of stars, very clear. We were in Georgia (?) and were enjoying watching meteor showers. Every time I saw one I'd yell it out loud. It was fun. Then all of a sudden we began to see many lights moving at the same time. I thought we were being pelted with many meteors, and waited for explosions, but none came. Then all of a sudden there were hundreds of lights in the sky, moving in tandem. Then they grew larger, looked more like orbs, instead of moving stars. I thought 'these are not meteors'. Now there was a policeman next to me. He asked me if I believed in UFOs, and I immediately said no, I didn't believe in them. (my natural paranoia). Then I started running to take cover, I didn't know what was going to happen with the orbs, which I was convinced were UFOs. So I walked south and found a small adobe house, and went in. Inside were a group of women dressed in black clothes, with balaclavas an everything. They were speaking in Polish. I went inside and sat on a chair, and immediately a woman said in broken english, that people that didn't understand them were not allowed in, and they didn't speak english. I heard one speak spanish to another one, so I told her I speak spanish and then she spoke to me, and said I could stay- and said that the reason that they didn't allow anyone in that didn't speak their language(s) was to protect them, because if they didn't understand they would feel lonely, so it was a form of protecting them, not themselves. I believe I started telling them why I was there, but the dream drifted or I woke up.

Adapting to foreign places seems to be a new theme for you. Perhaps it's indicative of experiencing new planes.
I similarly found myself on an Israeli beach last night and have absolutely no idea what that was about.

I had one of those 'informational' dreams last night. Someone was explaining a lot of stuff to me and I have no recollection of it. What I do remember is seeing my former minister (now deceased.) I was telling her about my life and about some insights that I had gotten since I last talked to her. She then asked me a key question that made me think, and I woke up. ATM I don't recall what the question was but I'm sure it's going to come back to me.

I just remembered a dream I had two nights ago. It had to do with a recurring dream I usually have that involves feeding birds- this time I discover the birds, they have plenty of food and greens. I make a mental note to check their water and to come back to check them again.
I have not had good dream recall for the most part because I'm not sleeping well (or at all.) However, sometime last night I received a name I forgot to write down- if the circumstances come back about it I'll write it down.
There was something about two boyfriends that don't exist in real life- maybe in the next? is what I thought when I woke up.