Ghosts and Diamonds

Date of dream: Saturday, October 22, 2011

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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Here was a very strange dream that I didn't mean to have (and by that I mean, I know most of us don't choose what to dream, but ordinarily this is the sort of dream I TRY to have, so it's unusual in as much as that it occurred spontaneously, instead of needing to be incubated).

I am sitting in a chair and there is a man talking to me. He is standing next to me, and he's sort of like a personal guide. I get the impression )he does not tell me so) that he's always been around me for as long as I have existed. Sort of like a spirit guide. I am being taken on a journey of past lives through him, but most of the memories I was shown I have forgotten (upon waking up), however, I do remember a few things.

In one of them I am walking at dusk on the side of a mountain. Snow is everywhere. I am worn out from running. I am trying to escape some authority figures of some type. I've done something...I don't remember what, something subversive. I come across a couple of small homes. They're all alone out here, quite remote from other homes and the main city. I decide at first to just keep walking past. There are some young children playing away the last of the light. One boy stands by the door of one of the homes. He has wet steaks down his face while the other boys are happily using a sleds to fly down a hill. The crying boy doesn't have a sled and he's left out. I crunch my way through the snow towards the houses, and notice right up against the homes are metal bins, presumably for trash. The other boys have approached, perhaps concerned about the stranger approaching their little brother. They do not say anything, they just approach. I look their way, and then turn back to the boy and suggest that he can use the trash can lid as a sled. His face brightens up.

I demomstrate how it would work. The boy is small enough for me to pick up, and I sort of put him on the lid, and then slide down the hill with him. He thinks it is great fun. The hill at first seemed quite long and steep, and I thought this would also be a good way to travel fast, even if just for a short span to put more distance between me and my pursuers, and in the mean time I would just happen to be teaching the boy a lesson about how to make use of the things around him, so it wasn't an entirely selfish motive, and I honestly didn't like seeing the boy so unhappy.

However, I meet the bottom of the hill so fast, and it didn't seem like a steep hill at all. I was confused by that, and disappointed. It should have gone further, but the boy seemed to think it was a lark.

It was all I had time for, and needed to be back on my way. The kids laugh and play, and I keep moving on.

In another life I remember even less. I seem to be walking outside in the snow again. I am wearing many layers  of skins to keep warm. I've been traveling for a very long time and have gone very far, and I am also alone. I am scouting, looking for suitable places to bring others to. It's a hard path, but I am suited well for it. I remember feeling invincible, and proud of the important task I was doing. I looked for trees and stone to build with, and the presence of plants and animals. I have a long sword strapped to my side, and I remember breaching a small hill and in my hand I grasped a scrawny rabbit that I had just caught and planned to make a meal of. I will be roasting it over fire, because I have no pots or pan to fry or boil it with. I couldn't wait to eat it; I was very hungry.

In another life I am standing outside again, but the weather is nice, and I am right next to a huge stone building. It's some sort of holy place, or at least I feel that way about it. being right up next to it I can't see much of it, but I know it's enormous inside, and I live here with many other people. To the other side is a dense jungle, I remember seeing broad deep green leaves. Somewhere in there is a tiger, and I know it is there, but I am not afraid of it, even though everyone else is scared of him. I know, somehow, the tiger will not bother me at all, even if it is hungry. If the tiger shows itself, I will just look at it and tell it to go back into the jungle, and it will do that, and leave me alone.  I won't even have to yell.

When I return from the memories the man is still standing there. He hands me a wooden box, it looks like a tiny pirate treasure chest, and he points up into the air and instructs me to capture myself. Up in the air is a mist, sort of bluish white. I was wondering how I am supposed to capture mist, that's like trying to hold onto a rainbow, but I decide not to question him. If he told me to do it, then it  must mean that it's possible, and I float into the air and try to scoop up the mist into the pirate treasure chest box. It's not so hard, but there is a LOT of mist, and I float around a lot scraping it out of the air, and after I've gathered all the mist (it all fits just fine into the box) then I need to gather all the floating diamonds. They're related to the mist.  The mist is something that is me, and so are the diamonds. The diamonds hang perfectly still in the air, as if fixed there, and they're easier to gather, but there are a lot of those, too. Seems like at least fifty or sixty, too many to count in a glance anyway. They're also quite large diamonds, some as big as an orange. They shouldn't have been able to fit in the treasure chest, but once I put them in there, there is still plenty of room. I spend most of the rest of the dream gathering up a trail of diamonds.

 

 

 

Additional Comments:

Diamonds are a recurring item in my dreams. I feel this dream is a very positive one. The life times where I was wearing the skins, and the one where I contemplated the tiger seemed to be lives from a very very long time ago. Many hundreds of years ago, perhaps even more than 1,000 years ago. Where it comes to the tiger, I really felt like I had mastery over this dangerous animal. It wasn't that I could control it, it was more like it saw me as its peer, and would not harm me for this reason. Sort of like, "I am one of you" kind of way.

Looking for Picnic spot on back of a Dinosaur

Date of dream: Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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Dreamt that I was riding on the back of a dinosaur. I was looking for a place to stop and cook some food. We are passing through a wooded area when BEHOLD there is actually a little stove and sink set up right in the woods. I think, well, here's a great place to stop to cook some food. Oh, yeah, that's part of it. I had to cook the food. SO I stop and start to boil some water. The water begins to boil just about immediately, but then I take the pot off dump the boiling water on the ground and tell the dinosaur we need to be closer to the river before we start and that this place is no good. I appologize. The dinosaur does not talk, but I talk to it as if it can understand me, and I think it does.

So back on the dinosaurs back I go. We move through a great many tables and stoves, all set up outdoors. It was hard to navigate through them all, but eventaully we get away from all of them. It did not occur to me that it was very weird to see working stoves and fancy restraurant tables set about outside.

There is one part where I ask the dinosaur to slow down, because he is moving so fast, but then I think fast is just fine. Actually even faster would be better. We don't seem to be getting anywhere. (a common theme in my dreams)

It's like we have to break out of a gravity field before we will make any head way. Finally we reach this speed. And we end up on the side of  hill. It's glittery with hard packed white snow. It's too cold to do anything at all here, so we must settle down and wait it out. It could be a very very long time.

Luckily there is a silvery termal sleeping bag here. I get inside of it. The Dinosaur also finds some way of keeping warm. Along comes some small animal, and I lift open the sleeping bag and let it in. Then along comes a polar bear looking for the small animal. I pretend like I haven't seen anything. The polar bear is like a human being, it wears clothes and talks. It seems to know I am hiding the animal, and attempts to trick me into giving it up.

I don't know how, but it manages to trick me, and carries the small creature away. I am kind of indignant and angry about this.

There are polar bear people and some women at the bottom of the hill. At this point myself and the dinosaur are up and ready to leave, but the polar bears are being jerks. As they attempt to fight me, I punch each and every one of them in the nose, and they fall backwards and slide down the slope. The women at first seem to be mad, like they don't appreciate me punching the polar bears, but then they want to come with us, so as they ascend to join, and the polar bears try to stop them. I keep hitting the polar bears. For some reason they don't seem too good at fighting back.

Not all of the women want to break free of the polar bears, but most of them do, and they leave with us.

I can't remember anything else.

I'm Not Looking at You

Date of dream: Thursday, May 27, 2010

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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There are either two or three other people involved with this, whatever it was. Some man with a beard is giving us some instructions. He's provided us with some stuff to do whatever it was we were going to do. It involves dressing up entirely in black, and also being very bundled up, apparently from the cold. I remember quite well there were two pairs of gloves we had to put on. One pair was very long, and went well up to one's elbow, and this pair was knitted. The second pair were leather gauntlets with buckles around the wrist. It took quite some time to don all of our specialized clothing.

Myself and either one other or two others had some sort of special skill. It's unclear to me what that is. However, the man with the beard didn't have it, and he needed to rely on myself and the other person, or persons to keep him safe. It appeared to involve NOT looking directly at these ghostly spectors. So long as none of looked at them directly everything would be okay, and the spectors would leave us all alone, and for whatever reason, no one else would interfere with whatever it was we were doing, either. But this was critical.

So we are finally ready to do this thing, and we all step outside. I see the floating monster sprits all over the place. They seem to mingle seemlessly with the crowd. I can tell that other people can not see them at all. It's espcially difficult to not look at them directly, because they look so strange. (they remind me of the demontors from Harry Potter. They have the same gaunt and tattered look about them

I can't help it a few times I almost turn to look at one directly, but luckily I keep my eyes off of them. It's more important, really that the spectors do not notice us looking at them. To minimize any mistakes, we are all wearing hats with wide brims to hide our eyes.

We seemed to be headed towards a large building that gave one the impression that it was a museum. No one appeared to be looking our way, though if they had I think they would have stopped at least to wonder why we were all dressed in black.

I do not recall actually making it to the museum. I think my cat woke me up around here.