Date of dream: Friday, April 26, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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There are traumatized children here in this building; they're all pre-school ages (between 3 and 6) and the female caretakers are not their mothers. This is not a temporary situation. Something unpleasant has happened and these tots are permanently either orphaned or abandoned.
I'm staying in this place temporarily. It's somewhat like an older hotel or very large house. There's a man with me in a double bed at one point early in the dream who seems to be a husband - but I never see him although we converse quietly (perhaps telepathically) about the fact that no one else here seems to be awake yet.
Later he's gone and I'm downstairs on the mail floor with a female friend who will be going to a football game with me in the afternoon. She and I converse telepathically and I never see her either. Part of the uniform that we'll be wearing involves white socks and I have found my freshly laundered pair on the floor. There seems to be no furniture or drawers to put clothing in here.
Not many details are clear except about these children. They will be brought downstairs into the large basement playroom. I wish I could help out in some way and I offer to bring down a few purple padded items, cushions, I think, that they might like to play with. I'm told these children wouldn't be able to cope with strangers around them, so I won't be able to stay downstairs and help. I take two or three of these purple cushions downstairs now, before the children are brought down.
There is a sad feeling here; it's a hopeless situation. Something traumatic and life-changing has occurred. Perhaps in this country or possibly the world. Nothing is, or ever will be, the same. Everyone is traumatized.
Additional Comments:
I surely hope this dream isn't precognitive. I do get them periodically and this 'feels' like one.
(The football reference is due to my having watched the first 14 picks of the 2014 NFL Draft!)
Date of dream: Thursday, April 04, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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The scene is a very big beach on a bright, sunny day. I'm sort of a counselor/volunteer assigned to a large family with about six children of varying ages. They're part of a group which comes to this outing each year. The older kids and I are out in the deep greenish water, way over our heads, floating on the large wave swells as they roll towards the shore.
At one point I swim out farther away from the rest of them for a few minutes. An enormous swell comes along and lifts me up very high. I ride it floating upright and turn to face the shore. The people are staring at this amazing wave in awe and pointing at it. I smile and wave my hands toward them to let them know I'm okay and not afraid. Actually, I'm enjoying the thrill of this powerful wave. It pushes and carries me closer to shore and I get myself slightly behind it to avoid the curling breaker as it prepares to crash down onto the sand in the shallows. Then I swim back out into the deep water again. A couple of older boys are lying on surf boards not far away. It suddenly occurs to me that the tide is coming in. I call over to tell them that sometimes sharks will swim with the incoming tide and that we might want to move into shallower water. I'm feeling a bit apprehensive as I make my way toward the shore. When I reach it I begin playing and laughing with the younger children there.
Near the end of the day, Mike, my former minister, walks over and cautions me about something. He disapproves of what I've been doing or saying. It pertains to my talking to other people about some subject he doesn't like or approve of. His words and attitude put a damper on my high spirits and I wake up.
Additional Comments:
I have been speaking about my belief in extraterrestrials and UFOs in the local Toastmasters Club and also in the adult Sunday school/Bible study group. I doubt that the former minister knows anything about this but even so, he probably wouldn't comment except in jest!
Date of dream: Sunday, March 31, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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My son Rob and I have moved into a new town and gotten the house settled. Then we go for a bicycle ride. When we return home we park the bikes inside the house. The next day we go to school. I seem to be a student, so this may be a college because I notice the men and women in the chorus I'm singing in are all of college age. I'm holding 6 to 8 pieces of music. The male director, a man of about 35 to 40, exudes energy, power and control. All the songs are unfamiliar to me but I'm sight-reading well and really enjoying the chorus. At the end of the rehearsal the director gives us some instructions and mentions a performance coming up soon. I raise my hand and ask if the music needs to be memorized. He reacts strangely ... seems to stare at me as though my question doesn't make sense to him. I don't recall any response. He has the group end the rehearsal by singing one final song which they all know well. Someone points to a stack of music in a box on the floor nearby and I pick up a half-sheet of old, faded music. By the time I begin to look at it, the short song is over. This is a wonderful, good quality chorus and I'm excited to be in it. The director dismisses us and I move out into the busy hallway.
Now I don't know where I should go. Do I have another class and, if so, where? This is a huge school and I wander around for a while, hoping to get my bearings. I pass the cafeteria and notice students lined up for lunch. I continue on, turn a corner and come to another part of the cafeteria. I decide to have lunch. The layout of food is a bit confusing but a girl on my left side tells me to choose a potato. There's a large blue plate with several different types of potato servings. She scoops up half of a glob of mashed potatoes and puts it on my plate.
I sit at a long table and strike up a conversation with a young man, mostly asking questions to help me acclimate to this new place. Suddenly, the chief of police strides over to me, taps me on the back and tells me to get up and follow him! He's very stern and this frightens me. His uniform is amazingly fancy - dark blue or black fabric adorned with red and gold trim and a lot of shiny metal buttons and braid. I meekly follow this intimidating figure in black boots through the hallways to his office or headquarters. There, he sits at his large desk facing me on the small chair opposite him. He announces that they have checked my home and found an infraction of the law on my bicycle. WHAT?? They have searched my house?! He goes on about something that's just not allowed in this town and continues his rant until he mentions the blue fender. I realize he's talking about Rob's bike, which has a decoration or sticker on the back fender.
Up to this point he has so intimidated me that I'm feeling like an idiot. Now I have the courage to speak up. I say, "The blue bike is my son's. The red bike is mine." He orders me to get it taken care of and dismisses me. I walk out of his office into the hallway mumbling to myself. Somehow I manage to find Rob in his classroom and am whispering, trying to explain the bizarre meeting with the police chief....and begin to wake up.
Additional Comments:
I have a degree in music, so that subject often comes up in my dreams. I do own a red bicycle. This dream takes about 30 years off both my son's and my actual ages.
Never have had any problem with the law except for two speeding tickets.
