Date of dream: Thursday, September 27, 2007
Level of Lucidity: 
Level of Cohesiveness:
This dream has been viewed 535 times.
Had this when I was 14. I was walking across the bridge that spans between Portland Oregon and
Vancouver Washington. A ufo comes flying over the river on my right side and I'm zapped up into it to
find myself in a small room where I'm standing in a spotlight. This commanding male voice booms
out, "SING!" and for some reason I start belting out Pat Benetar's "Heartbreaker". I never get any
feedback because the dream ended, but one of my friends made fun of it by drawing a picture of one of
my brothers, who can't sing, and put him in my place. He renders a weak, off key version of "Country
Roads." She drew all these alien heads on the bottom saying "We shall NOT keep THIS one!"
Additional Comments:
At that time in my life I was having alien contact AND wanted to be a famous rock star, lol. Think I'm
more famous for the alien experiences than being a singer. Wonder what would have happened if
they'd decided to keep me based just on my talent? That would have turned the
abduction/experimentation stories all around, wouldn't it?;) There is a story by a woman named Joanna
(can't remember her last name) called "Intimate Abduction" about a race of aliens who abduct only
artists and musicians, because they have gotten too left brained and scientific and think they can put
feelings and art back in their genes by mating with these humans, lol. Dosen't work that way though.
They find they can't breed something that is spirit/God given into any race. I'm glad the panel I was
facing didn't include Simon Cowell...
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
Date of dream: Monday, September 24, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
This dream has been viewed 686 times.
I had this one late 90s/early 2000s, I can't remember. I've gotten several interpretations of it and still
don't know what to believe. I was trapped in this old house with a creepy basement that was haunted
by an evil old couple. I could feel their ominous and menacing presence, though I couldn't see them,
when I had to walk through the basement to get to the stairs that would lead to outside. The feeling of
danger was so strong, and the hate coming from them, that it was hard for me to even walk across the
cold cement floor. It was also totally dark so I could only see the light coming from the door at the top
of the stairs. There was a line of people standing on the stairs like they were waiting to be let in. Then,
out of nowhere, this young red haired guy with a white shirt approaches me and stabs me from one
side of my waist to the other with a long sword. It was so painful I can't describe it. I can't understand
how I lived through it. I'm suprized I even woke up. There was blood everywhere. The other people
were allowed to go on, but I had to fight this guy to get up the stairs. I made it to safety, but at the cost
of my own life.
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
Date of dream: Sunday, September 23, 2007
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
This dream has been viewed 703 times.
I had this one last year in September. I'd gotten off the phone with a close friend hours before
lamenting about how I never have found a guy to love me, and felt I never would. That night I
dreamed I met someone very special, someone inhuman. I think it was someone sent from above to
comfort me. I was walking through a city and came to a green ornate spiral staircase that disappeared
into the sky. There were clouds concealing its top circling around it far up so I couldn't see where it
went. I started climbing up it and this guy who looked like Dream from the Sandman started
approaching me as he descended from the top. We met on a platform in the middle and he stood in
front of me. He wore a long black robe and had yellow eyes. He swept one side of his robe and inside
was a rainbow that mesmerized me. I heard somewhere that the rainbow is the bridge that spans the
spiritual world from this one. I felt ecstacy at this point for some reason and then he started walking
closer, his yellow eyes glowing and full of love. My elation increased until I was totally in this guy's
spell, I was so in love with him though he was a total stranger. Then he cupped my face in his hands
and kissed me. It was like kissing an angel. I felt his soul more than his body when he touched me. I've
never felt a kiss before where it felt like love instead of just erotic. But this was higher somehow, like I
connected with heaven through that kiss. My first thought was this is the man I need to be with,
someone who makes me feel like this. That spiritual thrill, not just physical. Someone who makes me
feel close to heaven. A mere human couldn't make me feel like this, only an immortal. It was like I was
connected with something bigger than himself or myself. Was I kissed by a god or an angel? Or was it
just some Jungian subconscious trip through my own mind trying to tell me something? I'd like to
believe it was the first idea. If I was to put music to this, it would be First Kiss by the pianist Raphael.
Add Comment |
Add Interpretation
