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|Friday, April 28th, 2006|
|Friday, March 10th, 2006|
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|Sunday, February 26th, 2006|
Mother/Daughter Past Life Dream
My mother (from this life) and I were again in the same relationship, mother and daughter. In that life she and I were "witches" of a sort, and knew spells and energy work. We were good at what we did, but not masters, or "elders" per say. In this dream I had some sort of acute mental illness. I was aware of my surroundings, and of my mother sitting a few feet away from me. I was aware of a very very soft fur pelt, in which I was drawing various familiar to me symbols, enjoying fully the symbols and the softness of the fur my index finger was touching. The elder 'witches' told my mother that they need to confer about the best thing to do for me, and for her to not do a thing until they return. They left the area. My mother was very certain that she could help me even without their advice and went ahead and began to send me a lot of energy through her hands from the place where she was seated on the floor a few feet away from me. I could see and feel the energy coming toward me and surrounding me, and instead of allowing it in for it to do its healing work, I kept it at bay, and it surrounded me. This resulted in a feeling of being suffocated by it, and terror of feeling out of control. I knew in my dream that my mother's intentions were of pure heart, however it was not the wisest thing for her to do. I began screaming and felt a huge separation between my being and my mother, with the energy she had sent to me. I screamed and screamed and screamed, and eventually this is what awakened me with rapid heartbeat and feeling afraid and sad. As I lay there, I realized that I didn't live much longer in that life, and it was the mental illness plus the healing attempt that killed me, somehow.
Solstice Dream 12/21/05
Hello! This is my first entry... I'll post another recent dream as well... Blessings!
I am running through some hills in the dark. There are many people who are also running through the hills.
Next to me is a man named John, he is tall, thin, with white hair. In the dream he is in his 70s, easily.
John does not say anything to me, we are not talking. He is running along beside me, though, and he seems to be following me, yet is with me.
Everyone is running, but there is no need to run, yet, there is not much else to do, so running keeps everyone occupied. There is a sense of fear, of uncertainty, of lack of control over what is happening.
Time is running out. I see a large digital clock, and the first number I see on it is something like "00000000000004", and the seconds count down "4, 3, 2, 1,....0"
At zero, everything goes dark, the hills disappear, and we most of the people who were running, including John and myself, find ourselves in a very large well-lit room, either sitting in chairs, or standing next to tables. As I look around I notice that everyone in the room is changing. Some are growing taller, some are transforming into non-human beings, there was one woman who was becoming a tuning fork. I was aware of my own body, particularly my hips, and the back of my neck. My hips were changing, and the back of my neck was feeling prickled by something. The people in the room could communicate telepathically, and someone finally said that we were all transforming into our most idealized selves, whatever that may be. Meanwhile, the pricking on my neck intensified. John continued to sit in the chair next to me. At one point there was a large billboard with a list of names. There were four names at the top, then a line, then a list of the rest of the names. My name was in the top four. I was unsure what that meant. The pricking on my neck became so intense that I began to wonder, within my dream, what might be in my bed attacking my neck... ants? So, it awakened me, and the pricking sensation ceased.
|Friday, February 24th, 2006|
3 stage dream
STAGE 1: i was muslim durring WW2. i was with a bunch of people, probably the saudi arabian army. we were tryin to get across the border in 4 large jeeps that were obviously beaten by the desert. however, me an my friend were trying to smuggle a few indians across the border but we had to be very secretive about it. we were able to get them on the jeeps but there was this one indian that wouldnt shut up. we took off their turban and found out we accedently took an english women. the general heard the comotion, ao somehow we made her dissapear and it was alright.
STAGE 2: im in the forest with anne, a nature guide and his assistant- tim curry. they explain how they worship a being that lives on water and dies when its all alone. there were all these followers there too in this little shack in the middle of the woods, mostly homosexuals. anne and i left wondering what the hell was it that they worshiped. then like in a movie, it skipped ahead to one week later. all the same people were at a ralley speaking about the godly powers of frogs. they said they live on water and die when they're all alone. it was like some weird UCB episode....
STAGE 3: im at school and im talking with this guy. he was about as tall at me, more muscles, and had a blonde buzz cut. he was wearing a red sweater. we were talking and i could tell that he was falling in love with me. all of a sudden i asked him "you were in drama club the yaer before i came...why didnt you do it the year i came?" he looked scared and didnt answer my question. he kinda ran away. the next period was study hall so i went to the gym/stage. ms. farris was directing some terrible string quartet. i decided to pick up the double bass and suddenly i was playing reeeeally well. she got all flustered and i dropped the double bass on a drum set. she ordered me to leave. so period was over and i was talking with anne on my way to science. i got to science and joe tried to make out with me. i resisted a couple times but then he got me. mr. daggot came in and suspended me for destroying school equipment and being gay. he sent me away to the corectional school in louisiana. it was basically the same thing as cca but some people had longer hair and some people were really drunk. in some cases, both, like james. he had long blonde hair and was drunk off his ass. i was in some science class and gary busey was the teacher. for the last 5 min of class he decided to masturbate in the back room. i left to go to my hotel room that was connected to the mall. in the mall nearly everyone i knew was there. there were all these stores i could to into great detail about. point of the matter, the mall was like half indoors, half outdoors. i kept worrying about anne so i had my cell phone in my fist hoping she would call. i ended up getting a voice mail:
"I just can't take it...my mother is killing me softly. i hope i could see you before i left but you must be in bed. well...bye."
i paniced so i went to the hotel lobby where her mother was working. for some reason, anne's mom was a large black women. i asked if anne left. she said yes. i said what was the problem. she said anne was learning about her mother's history and it hurt her. then she broke into the song "killing me softly." as she sang, the music came out of no where. i was wearing a 3 piece suit. it was black with a pink vest and an orange tie. as she started breaking the tune down, i started to dance like a mad-man. i was dancing soooo well. it amazed me...
...then i woke up
x-posted with my normal LJ
|Saturday, February 18th, 2006|
ohhhh man...here we go....here come the dreams again
this time mel and me was at this arcade. i was dressed like agent smith and like doing all these matrix moves just to put the quarters into the machines. then the REAL agent smith asked me to like guard the entrance. i was like "but im not a..." then he grabbed me and set me up next to other agent smiths. it must have been a sight since i was like the only dude there with big hair and a beard.
then there were 3 other parts. one where my neighbor interrigated me to see if i left a "crusty spoon" at his place. it was weird. then there was a nother part that was very kinky, and one last part when i went to a shrink. i was telling him my problems lying on the sofa. after i was done it was silent. i got up and saw that the dude freakin went to his office to play solitare on his freakin computer! pfff, some help he was.
im really tired now....long night of fake goings on
x-posted from my normal LJ
|Tuesday, February 7th, 2006|
The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins
I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:
"2 documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web 2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com
) Project seeks to document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com
) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."
Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.comis a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread words about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.
~jen Current Mood: bouncy
|Friday, January 27th, 2006|
Alright, this is a dream I had a little while back and my first post here.
I start out this dream one fine after noon searching the streets of Iowa for a guinea pig. I walk into a pet store to continue my search. Thru the cages I browse trying to find the perfect animal to add to my family, none appeal to me.
I start to leave when I notice an adoption table with a sign in big bold letters "FREE PETS". This sparks my interest and I choose to take a peak.
I approach the table and see a grungy looking take where the animals are living, I am not very happy with the state of the cage, but I still choose to take a look. Inside I see three guinea pigs, they are all spinning around in circles, making little lops in the cage. I am worried about them and call over a cashier to take a look. His eyes start to water, and he begins to cry to me that these guinea pigs are insane. They have been driven cray by the rats that are housed with them. I hadn't noticed any rats before in the too small cage, but looked again and there they were. I told the cashier that I would take them home and he began to cry some more, thanking me for saving them.
We picked them up and went to the counter, as we approached I noticed that my cashier was no longer crying, in fact his costume had changed from the blue shirt and slacks to a more pirate like costume. He rung me out and told me his name was Guinea Pig Gary and that to thank me for saving the guinea pigs from the rats that we should go out on his ship.
So me and Guinea Pig Gary quit the store and went to his pirate ship, which was filled with guinea pigs. Guinea pig Gary, the animals and I sailed to Italy to collect a wondrous treasure so we could save all the guinea pigs in the world.
Than I woke up....
I just thought this was amusing. XD
Thanks for taking the time to read this! And I am pleased to meet you all.
|Wednesday, December 21st, 2005|
lets skip the intro
k, like most of my dreams, it came in three parts. all of them wicked life-like. like after i woke up after the first part, i was scared thinking it was real, lemme show:( Read more...Collapse )
other parts wernt nearly as exciting. 2nd part i was being transfered to degrassi high. yeah that was weird. 3rd part was scenes from my real school that near the end turned into my summer camp. stuff i remember: my german teacher playing a pac-man machine just randomly in his room, being outside in the snow, trying to get my MP3s off some computer and on some other device, watching the simpsons in some class, making fun of pokemon, and then at the end i had to leave some cabin in my camp that was kinda like (well, it was) a computer lab. they begged me not to go. so some guy stood up and started singing that incubus song ("whatever tomorrow brings/ill be there/with open arms and open eyes") slowly everyone started to harmonize. i was in a three piece suit so i took off my jacket and started dancing. like REALLY dancing REALLY well.
some of these elements have been showing up alot in my dreams. like something wrong in town and only the police and me can make it right, dancing REALLY well, my camp, harmony, and my school. i can understand my school because its one of my environments, i spend alot of time there. same goes for my camp. but i cant dance to save my life and im far from an action hero... Current Mood: tired
|Saturday, December 17th, 2005|
I am new to this, maybe somebody could help me with this dream:
It took place in the future. Helga is a former teacher of mine, Anna my boss at the practice what I do at the moment.
I give a party, my boyfriend isnt there. There are no family members of mine.
I only was able to write those points out:
- Helga shows me coins which she got as an adward. There are some pictures on those coins but I cant remember them. She looks healthy and younger probably and the relationship is more like a friendship than a former teacher-student relationship
- Anna is also there but more distanced but friendly. I offer her tea before she leaves, she dislines but in a friendly way.
- Helga is still there when everybody left and I put stuff away in the kitchen. I leave the kitchen and the next time I come into the kitchen she talkes over the oven with my (actual) boyfriend. She gives me a look like "I never thought that would get together with a guy like that" (my b/f is a doctor and during my youth years I was more the revolutionist but nowadays going to be a teacher)
Any ideas what it could mean and why those two females were in it? Role of the coins??
|Wednesday, December 14th, 2005|
The Dream Too Horrible to Name
My latest dream is genuinely baffling to me. I would have no idea where to begin interpreting this because there's very few symbols. Let me start off by saying that I love my boyfriend so much, he's a gentle sensitive giant, and he has never laid a finger on me in real life. If anyone can offer any sort of insight to what anything like this may mean it would be appreciated because this dream has been troubling me. Thanks in advance.
I do believe this is right up there with one of the scariest dreams I have ever had. This Ricky (my boyfriend) was giving off this really creepy evil aire during the whole dream. It was someone so evil, but in his body. Me and Ricky were just sitting, chillin' in my basement just like we always do, when a bunch of people started invading our privacy: my parents, Jessica (my ex-best friend, now we're only friends when it's convenient for her), Solomon (Ricky's ex-friend, now only friends when it's convenient for him), and Steve (Ricky's current best friend). My parents and Jessica started telling Ricky all these random embarassing stories about me. Most of them held no truth whatsoever. I was horrified that they would be so mean as to embarass me and blatantly lie like that. Ricky was laughing so hard. Then all of them started laughing really hard in a taunting, not-with-you-but-at-you sort of way. Then Solomon and Steve threw me on the floor and started beating the shit out of me. Jessica and my parents were still taunting, and Ricky was laughing his ass off - that really evil "muhaha" kind of laugh. Somehow I got away from Solomon and Steve, and I ran outside, and all of a sudden I'm in this vintage-looking college town. I'm running away and Ricky is chasing me. I can't run very far, so when I stop to catch my breath, he catches up with me and beats the shit out of me. This happens several times. There are other people around, but none of which care about helping me; they're all standing around like a herd of cows doing the "muhaha" laugh at me. I some point I see this giant tree and decide that it's my only chance of getting away. I run up it, and of course Ricky follows me. We're at the very top of the tree, out on a limb, when Ricky says "They taught me how to do this at camp!" And with that he broke the limb that we were both standing on, and we both fall. I land on my back, and the limb falls on top of me. Now it gets super-weird: I said in the dream "Okay, it's time to wake up from this horrible dream" and in the dream I blinked really hard, and I woke up. Current Mood: sad dream. really sad.
|Sunday, November 20th, 2005|
The general sensation of this dream was that the house and people were famous/important/well liked by all.
It's a good place, good things happen there.( Read more...Collapse )
|Tuesday, November 15th, 2005|
Meaning of mundane dreams?
The vast majority of my dreams are pretty much mundane and kind of boring. In my dreams, things happen that might happen in my normal daily life. Here are a couple of examples. I had a coworker who was out for a couple of weeks for surgery. A couple days before he came back to work, I dreamt that I popped my head into his office and told him that I was sure he was really busy, but that I wanted to wish him well. He looked up and said something like, "yeah - I'm a little swamped but it is nice to be back." In fact, that is pretty much what happened when he returned, except that I told him of my drea. I also had a dream about putting my socks on in the morning and finding a pair of socks I did not recognize. Every now and then I have a slightly unusual dream, but at least 90% of the dreams I remember are all about normal, daily life. I have looked in every dream interpretation guide I can find, and I haven't found anything about boring dreams. What do you all think?
|Sunday, November 13th, 2005|
I just had the strangest night. I've been asleep for ten hours having pretty much the same dream. I just woke up so I'm sorry if I'm not exactly coherent.
( Wierd!Collapse )
Current Mood: melancholy
A couple of older dreams that I recorded......no interpretation needed, but coments still welcome( Read more...Collapse )
|Saturday, November 12th, 2005|
much emotion flooded two nights in a row
...Here too I'm not asking for interpretations...but if you feel compelled to comment ..then have at it.
Two high powered dreams two nights in a row---on or about October 10th 2005 heavy duty emotions flodding over me upon waking from both.
The props in this dream: a meteor about 1/4 or 1/2 the size of the moon and the planet earth.
I'm standing looking towards a HUGE mountain range.
the huge meteor mentioned is coming down......it strikes land on the opposite side of that mountain range.
I "felt" the emotion one would have if they wittnessed the death of half of the planet's people.
SUDDENLY that meteor has "bounced" and it's headed straight at me.
I awoke with both of those powerfull emotions.
The very next night this dream:
I'm in a large city--skyscrapers the whole bit--
I'm watching as everybody is being lifted--or floats upwards towards.
All of them were 'going' to the same destination.
that 'destination' is the most wonderful place --or entity-that a human could ever imagine.
I awoke with the coresponding emotion washing over me
New guy in town
Any dreams that I submit are just for entertainment value.....I'm not asking for interpretation.
If you wish to comment thats ok...
Two dreams tonite.--about 20 minutes ago.
Nov 12 ’05
A dog is in a pen waiting.
I let him out.
He dashes off to a man in a chair.
The dog trys to get the mans attention.
The man—[dressed in farmers overalls]—pets the dog
the man doesn’t realize that the dog is aware of something.
Somethings near, or about to happen.
--the general feeling during this next part is
“calm” -[it’s just part of life]
The big farmer man is going to die any minute now.
The farmer—A very large man, with big hands—realizes
That he needs to do somethin important.
He gets up from the chair—[easy chair]
He starts walking but is soon stumbling.
The very large farmer with big hands
This man has made great contributions while he was
On this earth.
He is dying ……I get on the floor next to
At that instant I can feel a tugging on my insides
Like they are being drawn to a magnet
Dave keeps buggin me while I’m trying to……….
He sits in a chair next to me while
I’m on the toilet.
I’m trying to impress upon him
He combs his hair and exits.
Seems he’s moving out today
He left behind quite a pile of wadded up clothes and stuff
|Friday, October 14th, 2005|
The Killers - Alien Population
The Killers came out with a new album called Alien Population, and all the theatre kids got to go to the premier. All the girls got to choose who their escorts were, and I was like "I pick Kevin! I want Kevin to be my escort!" I was wearing a long pretty white dress with silver glitter on it. It made me look tall and like an hourglass. Then, just as The Killers had prophecized, aliens took over the earth, but they were living in conjunction with us instead of trying to kill us all. It's like they were just coming for a visit.
I'm pretty sure I can interpret this dream without the use of my DreamBook. "Aliens" would obviously represent alienation or isolation, ie, the way I've been feeling with my sister and my friend right now (My sister ditched me for her baby and my friend ditched me for someone better, apparently. This all happened in a matter of a week so it's hit me pretty hard). Being that Kevin is the only sophomore in theatre, he is alone in that sense, ie, his being my escort would reiterate my isolated feelings. "White" obviously represents innocense, so either I feel that I am innocent so my isolation is unjustified, or that the other people's isolating me is done in innocense. "Tall" and "like an hourglass" would represent my appeal to others, ie, how I want them to see my point of view or how I want myself to come across. "Aliens taking over the world but living in conjunction with us" would represent how the people isolating me are trying to make it work in all of our favors. "Visiting" would represent that it's all eventually going to turn out okay, ie, 'the problem is only visiting', ie, the aliens didn't try to kill us all.
I'd like to know what anyone thinks, and if there's anything you'd like to add, feel free. In fact it would be appreciated. Thanks. Current Mood: rejected. duh.
|Saturday, July 30th, 2005|
I've had a few dreams lately where I keep seeing something hovering over my head. One time it was a black bubble thing the other time it was like a long red ribbon and a few other things. I come out of my dream into this half awake sleepwalking state and I try to shoo these things away from overhead but they hide behind my chinese lantern that hangs over my bed. I end up turning on my light and throwing things until I go get my dad to get rid of it, when I realise that I woke him up for nothing. These things don't scare me but I want them gone... like roaches.
I've also started having back to school dreams, which are normal for me, but for the first time ever I've started dreaming about a guy I like. I usually don't dream about anyone I know, and when I do I get embarissed about it (I have no idea why), so it's exceptionally wierd with a guy I like. I dream that I'm back at school (which is streangly hogwarts-like) and he's still with his girlfriend but he flirts with me alot. I see them making out but then he like comes and visits me during classes. It actually puts me into a real good mood when I wake up. I'm such a prude in my dreams! It's so funny. Current Mood: depressed
|Thursday, June 2nd, 2005|
Last night I had a nightmare, and in my sleep I tried to dispel the fear and whatever was scaring me. In the darkness I opened up my hand, and there was a little shining white bone figure of Mary in my palm; in the other hand was a metal Jesus medallion from a rosary. The female figure was the one I was drawing most of my strength from, but the male medallion was just there to complement the other -- I didn't think it was really doing me much good. I felt a bit uncomortable in the dream, using the religious figures to help me; as though I knew what I was doing wasn't really "real," like I was only pretending, or that the religious icons were just a mask for something else.. But I also felt uncharacteristically warm and comforted and soothed by them.
I've never been a Christian.