Friend/Enemy Mine

Date of dream: Sunday, April 12, 2009

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

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I have a group of friends. There is one friend who is not a personal friend, but 'seems' to be a closer friend of a few of the others in the group. I am making a really nice table, with pictures, and articles, and such to be laminated. We throw a Birthday party for this guy. The room is decorated at this local hangout, with a table cloth covering the newly finished table, to be revealed later. After the party is over, the table is still there. He had left it there. I confront him and he says I didn't make it for him. Before I can admit that it started out being for closer family and friends, but when I found out it was his birthday I decided to give to him, he starts trying to destroy it. I fight him off and he retreats to his trailer/home.

He has a few friends over and one over to threaten me, tries to ruin the table some more and some personal objects in my house . My girlfriend (who sleeps through all this) is someone besides my current girlfriend, with no kid. He goes back to his house. He is drinking and doing crystal meth. His friends are doing the same. I know because I follow the friend back, break into his house and start trashing the shit out of it. I go back home to find bullet holes all over the outside of the house. I get my girlfriend, who is still unaware, until she wakes up and sees the bullet holes..I give her the keys to her car and tell her to go to her moms, brothers, friends, anywhere else. She doesn't hesitate, and gets the hell out of there. I start being shot at. I run around a few blocks in the neighborhood, and am trying to dial 911, but all I keep dialing is 711 7117 and numbers with just 7's and 1's in them. It's like my phones 9 is misdialing.

I sneak around to see if I can see what is going on at the crazy guys house/trailer....Him and three of his friends see me and start shooting at me. I can feel a few bb's hit me and I begin to run. They pursue in a car. They are shooting at me, now driving in a car. I pull over to run and two guys get out trying to chase me while shooting at me. I can feel bullets and bb's hittng me in the back at and above my left shoulder blade. I finally quit running, turn and grab one of their guns. I am about to start shooting them, when I see a cop car. I run at the police with the gun pointed away so as not to get shot by the cops. I am yelling to them about the guys shooting at me. I drop the gun, they grab the first two guys. They try to tell the cops that I was the one trying to shoot them, but the cops don't believe them. I see the second guy who still had his gun. He is resisting the police and I can see his face clearly. He looks mad, his eyes lids are black and puffy. It looks like he has been up for days, and losing his mind. I point out that he looks like he is on drugs, and the policeman arresting him agrees and starts accusing him of being wacked out on something. More police are driving to catch the other two.

The Party, The Wedding, The Visit, Astral Awareness

Date of dream: Monday, December 08, 2003

Level of Lucidity:     Level of Cohesiveness:

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My best Friend Gian and I go to a party. There is a man who looks like Billy Joel singing there. Everyone is getting into it. He is singing soul type music. There is a female DJ provideing music as well as a guy on piano. We notice something on one of the tables. We go there to pick something up and a guy thinks we are trying to steal it. He hits our fingers with a wrench.

It is the next day. We have been invited to stay over at someones house. I look at my fingers and notice two of the largest blisters on my fore and middle fingers. Gian also has one very large blister on one of his fingers. The blisters on mine start to grow very very large. I am watching them as they grow and i think I should burst them before something bad happens. They keep getting so huge and then start leaking fluid out of them on their own. I go to grab some ice out of a container and hold it in my hands. I feel them go down and look at my fingers. They look normal again.

We are now at a large wedding reception. No one knows Gian and I there. It is time for the groom to throw the garter. Gian is wandering around acting like he is the wedding coordinater. I think to myself he would be very good at it as he is really making people feel good and taking charge. One of the women tells the groom to wait before he throws the garter. He doest listen and only three or four guys were still getting into position when he throws it. It is a tall thin man who catches it.

Gian and I are at one of the men from the weddings house. The man has a wife, two daughters and a son. He has long hair as well as his son. It makes his son look a bit like a girl. Gian and I are checking the place out. We notice he has a PSX. It is really cool and we ask him what kind of games he has. He says the kids are not allowed to play the video games they have to dance.

There is a quiet moment when Gian and I are alone and he tells me that he likes these people and something to the effect of how rich they are. He implies he wants to get him some of that. (It sounds like he means money, but I believe he may have meant the family/love/etc). The oldest daughter has really taken a liking to Gian. She seems to be about twelve or thirteen. He is making her laugh and being really sweet to her.

I am sitting there looking at the wife and the three kids in the kitchen. I start to think of a friend of mine and think the wife might be his ex. I start to tell them about a weird dream I had. I get a look from Gian like be careful, they might think you are weird.

We are back in the living room. I am sitting down and the youngest daughter comes over to talk with me. She is about eightish and she sits on my lap being really sweet. I am telling her about how she can tell which people are nice in the world and how you can tell if they are genuine. I tell her to listen to what they say and watch what they do. If they don't match, I tell her they can't be trusted.

I look down and notice strange looking blood all over my left arm. I tell the little girl I must be bleeding from somewhere. She looks at my face and starts crying saying I am bleeding inside my face. I get freaked out and go to a mirror. I look okay at first but then my face starts changing. My face is turning red like there is some sort of vessels bursting inside. I keep on looking (Remembering an astral projection technique I read. Basically you have to keep looking as all the layers of what you think you are melt away until you are left the orb of energy you really are). My face keeps transforming. A maroonish fungus looking stuff starts spreading all over it. It melts away and my face starts eroding. In the middle I can see the skull underneath (The changes to my face were extremely quick and there was much more to it than I could ever explain...I've summarized as best as possible).

I must have thought this couldn't be real. I reach towards the mirror and my fingers go through it. I become aware I am astral and put my hand and arm almost to my elbow in the mirror.

I am in another house now. I know I am astral. I go to a room and see my body sleeping in what seems to be a guest room. (Laying on my right side towards where I am standing) I go into another room. It is like a small room between the front door and living room. Someone is going through and up the stairs. He can't see me. But there is a dog that can. I wave my hand around in front of him and he chases after it. He lays down on his back and I rub his stomach for a bit. I walk past another mirror and think about looking into it again. I want to go through it but think it may be too small. I decide to go into the bathroom. There is a full length mirror in it. I think it will be much easier to go into it instead. I am watching myself change again. My face keeps transforming into all sorts of different people. It goes through having the maroon stuff all over it again. I keep watching as it becomes all sorts of different people. From large elongated faces to wide. At one point I can't see the face. I have to bend down to see it. I see the reflection of a very large man. I think to myself I wonder if it is Nicholas (Past life incarnation of a Russian Czars son I once channeled.

Additional Comments:

This particular experience was the first during a dream wheel experiment I was attempting to link into without actual foreknowledge of the particulars of how the experiment was to be conducted. A kind of blind link so-to-speak.

The night before last I kept waking up every hour on the hour. I had some very detailed dreams going on. My stepbrother Tim was in one of them. I didn't get to do proper recall and recording due to the need to run off to work. Before I went to be this morning I intended to link up with the Fishbowlers. Here is some of the many experiences that happened. I am very happy I was able to become lucid/astral, but wish I had remembered my intentions for linking...There may well have been some linking anyway....

Summary of Dreamtime recall before the fireworks...I am back at a restaurant I worked at before. There is a guy there that is being hostile towards me. He rides a motorcycle too but has a cool helmet that matches his cool bike. I tell him I am still riding my old bike but plan on getting a new one soon.

I am outside the restaurant and see two waitresses I used to work with. I talk to them for awhile. I am looking for my riding gloves and start finding some really strange, thin gloves on the ground.

There is a bunch more but I am starting to have trouble recalling as I have already recalled what happened afterwards.

Plane Wreck

Date of dream: Friday, March 08, 2002

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:

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I am watching the sky. I see some object flying in a perfect circle around a star that appears to be the perfect axis point of the earth. I see something shoot straight down towards an area very close to me. I go towards there it should have crashed. There are a few men trying to get to the pilot of a Cessna. I run over to help them. The ground all around the plane is very hot. As one man is finally able to get the pilotâ??s door open, the pilot limply falls out to the ground. Everyone, including me, look away as we realize he is dead.

I notice the wreck has happened near some homeless people. There are a few adults and many children living in a junkyard type of environment. I have $15 in my pocket. I am trying to decide how to slip the money to one of the children. I can see that one of the adults is all messed up on some drug and do not want the money spent on anything but food. I decide the best course of action is to go home and bring back food, clothes and some toys for the kids. I wonder if my niece and nephews would be willing to part with some of theirs.