Date of dream: Monday, July 31, 2006
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I'm outside a large hotel. I was supposed to go inside and take care of some business -- I'm some kind of courier -- but
George W. Bush suddenly showed up at the hotel and the whole place is blocked off now. I look at my cell phone and am
somehow able to "ping" people's cell phones that are inside. I see Bush's cell phone and the ones that belong to his
aides. Suddenly I worry that somehow I'll be detected for even doing this and get in trouble, so I shut my phone off. But
I'm left feeling generally dissatisfied -- not only do I resent a president I can't stand, but he's ruining my day by messing
up my work as well.
I hear shouting and spin around to look. A tall, middle-aged man posing as a newspaper seller has just thrown a
newspaper on the ground next to a crowd of people and is yelling anti-Bush rants [now that I'm awake I recognize this
man -- he delivers supplies to our department at the hospital I work at -- I don't even know him well enough to guess
what his politics are]. The paper explodes and noxious, black smoke comes out.
The people that are around scream and begin running away. He's shouting political stuff, and I realize this is an act of
terrorism. I stomp over to him and shout, "YOU STOP DOING THAT RIGHT NOW!"
But he throws another paper at my feet. Realizing it's going to explode, I run quickly for the streets that are on an
adjacent hill. I hear it explode behind me and keep running, holding my breath so as not to breathe the smoke.
I wake up, eat a yogurt and go back to sleep.
A very long dream. It starts out with my being a patient in a nursing home, and I'm mentally disabled in some way (the
old recurring dream that I used to have so often). But I become semi-lucid and the "mental fog" lifts. I decide to start
trying to fly through walls.
Instead, I fall through the floor and begin plunging through some infinitely deep layer of cement. I worry a little about
passing through some material that might hurt me. But I quiet my fears, telling myself that that's hardly ever happened
to me when I've had dreams like this.
(shift) I lose my lucidity and find myself on a farm with my siblings and my parents. They're doing work on the house
and have borrowed my car --- but it's my old blue Toyota Tercel. My older brother parks it next to the house but leaves
the engine running. I politely tell him that doing that will ruin my car, and he shuts it off.
I become lucid again and fly up towards the mountains that overlook the valley we're in. The tops seem to go so high
that they're almost in outer space. When I get up there, I find a floating house.
It has a strange collection of characters in it -- a couple of girls and their father, but they're not normal people. Their
bodies and faces seem oddly shaped. However, I can't quite put my finger on what it is that makes them look odd
(maybe they didn't have necks?).
I tell them I'm trying to find God. We walk outside and there's a shift again, for the house that was floating is now on the
ground back down in the same valley I was in earlier.
We come up to a monument and I call for Moses to appear. A man comes and talks to us, but I get the distinct feeling
that he's just a dream character. He's middle-aged and non-descript.
Everything seems to be deteriorating in the dream, and slowly I remember what I want to do in these kind of dreams: let
the dream deteriorate even more and see if there is something more substantial, or psychic, underneath the failing props
and sets. I tell the people I'm with -- who themselves by now have morphed into completely different characters -- that
I'm going to summon God to the dream.
A woman shows up and I think how interesting that is -- God is a woman after all -- but when she begins talking, she is
spouting nonsense. I try to think about her morphing into someone else, but just then I wake up.
Date of dream: Thursday, July 28, 2005
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I don't recall going through an initial stage of sleep for this dream...it felt like I went from the
waking state right into it.
I was lying on my left side thinking how I wanted to experiment with a "WILD." That stands for
"waking induced lucid dream." I just found out about this, but haven't read any details on it yet.
My left hand began to feel a little bit light, and I thought, Maybe I can get out of my body
right now. However, I had the very strong sense that it was too soon to move my astral body,
for if I did my physical body would move and I'd be back to square one.
So I waited for a while. Suddenly my left hand seemed to float up past my face on its own accord.
I knew then that an OBE experience was beginning. My left hand was out of body, for there was no
way that my physical hand was that light.
Improvising, I pretended like there was an invisible handle in the air and I grabbed it. This
seemed to work well, for I was able to hoist the rest of my astral body up to the same level,
starting with my head. Oddly, I was coming out of my physical body with a sensation not unlike an
ear of corn being husked. Finally I decided I was enough out of body that I could just roll off the
left edge of the bed, and thus finish the process. This worked like a charm.
I stood up clumsily, feeling a little disoriented. I was in a very large kitchen, and my deceased
grandmother was there. The room wasn't well formed though -- parts of the walls seemed to be
sketchy outlines. And it still felt like I was at least partially in my physical body, for I was
dragging one leg along. (precognitive: I started watching The Immortal today, and one of
the main characters is given a steel leg in place of his real one, which he drags along). I was
lucid, but not totally...for I didn't notice that my grandmother should not have been there, and
that I was definitely not in my bedroom.
She said something, and then walked as if she didn't see me...indeed, it looked like she was going
to step on my foot -- but instead, her foot passed right through mine. There was a buzz of energy
as this happened, though.
I was jarred back into my body when this happened. My eyes were shut again, and I could feel that I
was in the position that my physical body lay in, in real life, on my bed. I didn't move and I
wondered if I could go out of body again before I woke up.
I had to wait a while again before my astral body felt stable enough to go OBE. This time, I simply
swung my legs over the left side of the bed and stood up. I looked down at my feet...they were just
dim outlines, but I could at least see that there were shoes on them. I was back in the kitchen
and, while my grandmother wasn't there this time, it looked exactly the same. Once more, I didn't
seem to realize that this was not the room I had gone to sleep in, even though I was lucid.
I walked over the old linoleum tiles. They seemed to have a plastic, saran-wrap-like covering over
them. I got to a door and walked outside. There was some sort of warehouse yard out there. I
began zooming through the backwards, with the heels of my shoes dragging along on the asphalt
pavement. I didn't like this, though, and quickly turned around.
However, as soon as I did that I was back to just plain old walking. I got away from the yard, and
found myself alongside the freeway that goes north of the city I live near. I decided to see what
would happen if I took great, bounding steps. The idea paid off...every time I pushed off one foot,
I would fly through the air a good 100 feet and land on the other foot, to do the same thing all
over again. While I was doing this, a car slowed down on the freeway and a woman looked at me
curiously out its window. I ignored her.
I passed a girl walking along with a small child. They laughed at how I was moving along, but I
ignored them as well. Why don't I fly? I thought to myself. I looked up into the sky
north of the city. The sky was darkening as if the sun had just set...even though only moments
before, when I had been in the warehouse lot, it had been the middle of a sunny day. I saw a star
on the horizon, and stared intently at it. This is how I usually initiate flying, by staring at
something far in the distance. Sure enough, I took off like a rocket and began to rise higher and
higher into the sky. I didn't take my eyes off of the star. I passed through a wispy layer of
clouds (precognitive: in The Immortal, the main character falls through a wispy layer of
clouds at the beginning of the movie).
The blue in the sky drained out. I must be going into outer space, I thought. The star I
stared at turned a bright red (precognitive: I was working on an image of a UFO over a lake later
on in the day, and it had red points of light in it like red stars). I extended my arms above my
head, put my hands together and pointed all my fingers at the star, rifle-sighting it by not quite
blocking the view of it.
Suddenly I had a queasy feeling. Just barely into outer space, and I was feeling a strong
homesickness for Earth! My instincts were telling me I could get lost out here, in the vast void of
space. Obeying it, I turned around and looked down at a completely cloud-covered Earth. In a
moment, I was back in the clouds...and, in the next moment after that, I was standing in what looked
like the same warehouse yard that I had left from.
But it wasn't the same yard. And there was a huge mechanical contraption parked there that I
couldn't quite identify. It had rectangular tabs that hung down from a chassis; the latter was
about eight feet off the ground. The tabs were burnished steel with rounded edges and swiveled
freely back and forth above the ground. I didn't really see any parts that were supporting the
chassis, to keep it from falling.
I saw some writing on a gear case. I walked over and read it...it said, "7th Avenue Bridge,
Revere." I wanted to remember this so I could look it up on Google, so I shook my head and woke up.
My search only turned up this result: "Your search - 'seventh avenue bridge' revere - did not match
any documents."
