Playing with Kids and Bugs (1st Dreams to actions)

Friday January 10, 2020 11:45 am

Playing with Kids and Bugs

I am walking upstairs in some apartments. I am with a couple of friends. I walk directly into one of the apartments and walk through the unit with no announcement or even a hello. I am looking for someone. I find him still asleep in bed and I think that is wrong and wake him or try to.

I find a red shoe/boot. It obviously belongs to a young person. I casually wipe it clean and look for the mate. I can not fit the mate, instead find two other single boots that all have similar style and color. So there are now three single boots.

I am outside playing with kids. We are handling bugs. They are big plastic bugs but they are alive. After a considerable time I decide it is time to put them away. I am trying to get two of them in a box or a drawer. Each time I put one in and go to get the other the first crawls out. I do this repeatedly and feel foolish for not using a better method.

Notes: There was something very different about this dream. It is hard to pin down. The colors, the theme/scene the playing with kids?

What does the dream want? For me to not sleep in every day. For me to play more?

Dreams to actions: Set my alarm for 9:00 am. It's a start.

Punched Chauvinist in Face

Thursday January 9, 2020 12:45 pm

Punched Chauvinist in Face

I  have been having a series of dreams. I am with Cindy in a restaurant with others. She has been doing something extraordinary. She is a pilot. Maybe some sort of combat, but she flies alone. At the restaurant she has her special glasses. They are very distinctive and have extra small lenses that protrude from the primary lenses. They are well know as part of a pilot's gear. A guy at the table begins to enumerate how she may have got them and be a "real" pilot. I punch him in the face as we are getting up to leave. It is a slow motion could-only-happen-in-a-dream punch. It is very satisfying.

Notes: I am still very frustrated, actually just motivated, about breaking through the realization in my dreams that something is odd to full lucidity. I am going to concentrate on waking reality checks. Go beyond quick finger thru hand stuff and ask, could this happen in "reality"?  This is a good Cindy dream, I will share it with her .

Sub note: I was unable to come up with the word chauvinist a few days ago. Even looked up Napoleon, etc. Weird.

What does the dream want? For me to appreciate Cindy more.

The Disappearing Car in Mystic Durham

Wednesday January 8, 2020 10:00 am

The Disappearing Car in Mystic Durham

I am with Mike in a car. I have been having some challenges driving. We are at the entrance to a cave the road runs through There is a stream running through it as well. . I get out to check out the situation. The car drifts down the road that circles the interior of the cave. When I get to the other side, I can not find the car. I look all over and recognize the cave as someplace we have been previously camping/fishing.

I am baffled at the disappearance (like when little things "disappear" around the house). Then a polar bear comes in and stands in a sandy spot close to there the cave drops down to another level. He lifts his feet up and down and rapidly sinks into the sand. (a fast version of what happens in the sand at the beach). He completely disappears. I look through some fissures in the rocks leading down and I see him. Slightly wet, but happily laying on his back a level below. I adjust my viewing angle, squat etc and see the car. It has slipped down as well. There are several down there.

I am on the lower level, I see what I think is the car, but it is another Toyota, although the details are a weird dream version of a truck. Now I don't my car (Cindy's) and wonder if after it slipped through the sand it was stolen.

I wander though the town. Very quaint, from another time. (when reviewing the dream for some reason it feels like another version of Durham). I see a sculpted colorful scene that has been installed on a very sloped and complex roof. When I try and find a better view I can't find the installation again.

I look through a window and see some workers building something. It has many strings attached, but it looks like they area making old wooden bowling balls. There is a cafe next door and I go in. It feels like an extension of the space next door. Some how the strings are part of the decor.

I am talking with some other folks who are walking around. I tell them the story of the sinking car. I go to demonstrate the sinking sand part and my feel immediately start to slip into the sand. The guy I am talking to has the same thing going on. We step of of the growing wholes and the sand fills them back in and all is well.

Notes: This dream was very vivid and detailed. I went back and forth into Mystic Durham a few times. Over all the feeling was whimsical. I want to go back. Overall friendly, mystical, quaint and beautiful.

What does the dream want? For me to be a more careful driver. (If I was rich I should get a chauffeur.).The disappearing and reappearing reflects I senior moment with small things around the house. Not sure if there is any advice here. "look in weird places?"

Strange Connections: Visceral Feelings of Power

Tuesday January 7, 2020 8:50 am

Strange Connections: Visceral Feelings of Power
(Multiple connected dream segments)

I am with a group of friends, walking in a line. Closest to me is a young woman (Sarah?) that I am very close to. We have come to realize that there is a power that is supporting us, but each separately, we must part. I am very saddened. The force becomes more evident as we walk. I can fell it viscerally. It is becoming stronger.

I am in a classroom. We are waiting for some sort of performance or lecture. A surprisingly young kid comes to the front to give a presentation. Boy genus type. He has a mechanical bug. It looks like a fly and may actually fly around. It is the size of a a pound of butter box. It is buzzing around us, but it is primarily just obnoxious.

I an bloody and washing masses of blood off my chest. I am not hurt. I am more concerned about not having a shirt. (no idea where blood came from)

We are preparing for the whole class to go out in boats. I am confused as to where to sit, am guided by someone and sit close to my friend that also say the mechanical fly demonstration.We assume they were an infection from the mechanical fly. I see worms moving under his skin on his face. I have them as well. We can pinch the skin and easily remove the worms. We are concerned but not panicked.

I am in a classroom or am just discussing the results of a class. I am handed a long list of expenses associated with a class project of mine. It is like a store receipt roll printout. Each line on the roll is an expense, possibly an individual real estate purchase. I assume the total expense is massive. The person handing it to me says my aunt took care of the expenses. I think they are not all legitimate but decide to let sleeping dogs lie.

I am in a seaside town and am talking to a man who lives there. He has a son who spends lots of time on the water and is just getting to know the place. The man discusses financing around a project I am considering. I make my finances sound better than they are. There is something strange an ominous about the sea.

I am in a park with many people, some from previous segments. It is raining money. Somehow the individual restrictions that were put on us by the mysterious force are now being compensated. There is money and sparkle, it is all floating down very slowly.

Psychon Log: Strange Seas

Notes: That's seven individual segments, may be a record. Emotionally I emerge from the dream with a seance of dread but am very excited about  how much detail I have retained. This is not new, but the physical (whats I call visceral) seance of emerging from a definite different physical dream world is strong as I awake. Several themes repeat themselves. The classroom. Poor performance in the classroom. Seaside, ocean, water. Getting help from others.

What does the dream want? For me to be encouraged about continuing with meditation (on day 3 of 24 for 24 minutes a session. For me to wake up and realize all the weirdness n the dreams...go lucid. The poser that demands The trade of intimacy for power is troubling. This is unique as far as I remember. I will watch for it to return.

Escaping the Rot, Horror by the Sea (Flag for Group)

Sunday January 5, 2020 (Recorded several days later)

Escaping the Rot,  Horror by the Sea

I am walking along a stretch of washed up debris by the sea. It is packed tight, entangled  and there is a sharp drop off from the tangled debris into the ocean, like after a severe storm. I spot a sea turtle trapped in the rubble, I may free it. I am looking for things of value or urgent need. I am happy I found the turtle.

Later (possibly after a brief awakening) I am back walking through the tangled mess, but things are much darker. As I walk there is rot attached to much of the tangled mess. It gets on me and I pluck off pieces. I am making my way back to safety but I can not find a way out.

The rotting mess has been isolated and blocked from the unaffected part of the beach. People are walking or lying down deformed by contact with rot. I hope I can escape undamaged. Making my way through the infected tangle is slow going. Every time I think I have escaped, it turns out to be a dead end.

I finally make it to a clearer area. There are large white structures (tanks?) that I am walking below. Everything seems much clearer and I am hopeful. But then I come to another barrier I can not cross. I am trapped and wake up terrified.

Notes: I had this dream several days ago, but the imagery and dread has stuck with me, so I wrote it down finally. I may have been reluctant to log it because I was afraid what it meant. (Flag this as well for the group to help interpret.

What does the dream want?  Slogging through is a common problem for me, but I have no idea what the infection is about.

Jumping Naked Seat to Seat (Flag for Group)

Sunday January 4th 2:45 a.m.

Jumping Naked Seat to Seat

I am in an old vintage theater with red velvet folding seats. The production is starting on the stage. At some point in the action I get out of my seat and run into the audience into the back of the theater. Many other audience members are doing the same thing.

I end up crouching in a dark nook very close to a young child who is also crouching in the back. Cindy comes looking for the child and I am just a few inches away in the dark. I'm like a frog in a pond with my eyes just above the water. I'm able to witness her interacting very sweetly with the child from just inches away undetected. Then the action breaks, everyone stands up and returns to their seats. I stand up naked and I'm about to jump from seat to seat. Cindy tosses me a towel and just as the audience is about to see me naked instead they see me with a small gym towel wrapped around my waist. I make some very high jumps from empty seat to empty seat and end up back in the front row just behind another child that is crouched next to his seat. I see that he's not actually sitting in the seat. He is  perched next to it and I consider taking one final tiny jump and landing on his seat. Instead I decide not to disturb him, stay put and watch the rest of the play.

Notes.  It is my first night in New York. I have driven countless hours over two days and arrived after dark at the Inn  with a light snow. I wake incredibly excited at remembering and naming the dream just before fully waking.  After transcribing the dream by voice command I am now going to listen to something for a few minutes and then take a supplement and go back to sleep.

What does the dream want?  It has something to do with my evolving and increasing intimacy with Cindy.  I'm not positive if this is actually a step forward but it feels good and it was an amazing dream. Flag this dream to take to group for interpretation.  

Snooze Porn

Thursday January 2, 2020 10:00 am

Snooze Porn

I am not in a physical location, just my imagination. I dial in a selection for a specific type of porn and begin to see vivid detailed action. Cindy's snooze alarm goes off, I wake briefly and return to the dream. This happens repeatedly 3-4-5 times? I realize the dream segments and ability to dial-ion a selection is synchronized to Cindy's alarm. I review and name the dream several times.

Notes: The dream was very vivid and colorful. While the content was XXX it was mostly about the mechanism and ability to selects a specific outsource. Prelucid somewhat.

What does the dream want? I was most impressed with he mechanical precision of the dream selection than the specific content. That was the exciting part and I think that's where the lesson is.