Posts Tagged Dream Journal

gemstones and gangsters

I dreamt that I was walking along a sandy cliff. I saw something glistening in the sun and dug into the sand to pull it out. It was a large green gemstone that was already cut and polished. I reached into the cliff again, pulling out more precious gems. I wondered where I could sell them and suddenly I was in a dark room sitting at a large table.

Stereotypical gangsters were across the table from me. I considered offering to sell the gems but wasn’t sure if I could trust the shady looking men. The lead gangster offered me a drink.

The gangsters pulled a man onto the table and put his head in a vice. The man struggled and screamed as they crushed his head, squeezing out pulpy orange juice. The gangsters offered me a bowl, but I told them I didn’t want to drink orange juice that came from some guy’s head. The lead gangster thought that was pretty funny and told me I was allowed to leave.

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highways to nowhere

Another recurring location in my dreams is a futuristic city where raised highways twist and turn around each other, hundreds of feet above the tops of buildings. Usually I’m driving on these highways looking for a way to exit, but they all lead nowhere.

In the latest dream, I was walking on the edge of the elevated highway. As usual, there was no exit. So I jumped off the highway down to a house on a mountain top. The house was sprawling and very modern. I joined a group of people waiting outside the house. Someone announced that it had belonged to someone named Tom Thompson but that he had disappeared.

I went into the house and walked from room to room. For a moment, I was lost in the realism and forgot that I was dreaming. Every object looked and felt real, and I thought that this was my new home. I regained lucidity when I heard a man and woman in the next room. I knew the man was Tom Thompson and thought he wouldn’t be happy to find a stranger in his house. I moved from room to room, just ahead of Tom and the woman, trying to catch a glimpse of them through doorways.

Suddenly the house began to shake. I looked out the window to find that the house was sliding down the mountain. I jumped to the roof and rode the house down the slope like a giant surfboard until I woke.

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You May Say I’m a Dreamer

Since I was a child, I’ve been fixated by dreams. In the darker times sleep was a place to escape the mundane world for one with limitless potential. Dreams were more than just subconscious imagery. They were portals to another reality.

Today I’m much more comfortable with who I am and the world around me. Still, dreams remain a place to explore my thought process and do things beyond my mortal means. That’s because I’m a lucid dreamer. In nearly all of the dreams, I am aware that I’m dreaming and have a large degree of control. I almost always start as an observer of the action, then when things get really weird (as they usually do) I’ll use superhuman abilities to escape, change, or destroy everything around me. It’s definitely a mental power trip… kind of like playing a video game on “God mode”.

A lot of recent dreams have a continuity, haunted by recurring characters and locations. All of this has gotten me thinking about a new story idea. What if there were people who could not only change the reality of their own dreams but also have the power to change the “real world” through dreams? Quantum physics already suggests that our perceptions affect our reality. Before I do any development on this idea, I’ll have to rewatch “Dreamscape”, “A Nightmare on Elm Street”, and “The Matrix” to be sure I’m not subconsciously recycling what’s already been done.

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low flying aircraft

I was in the old barn on our property in Kentucky, looking for somebody. There was a loud mechanical roar outside, and I went out to see a large 747 type airplane flying overhead.

Suddenly I was in the plane’s cabin. There was no pilot or crew, so I sat down in the pilot’s seat. The passengers behind me were yelling to be let off the plane, and I tried to explain that I didn’t know how to land it. I flew the plane at an extremely low altitude above a wide city street, almost scraping the cars below.

The passengers started jumping out of the plane as I flew it beneath power lines and overpasses. The street was now empty of cars and the plane became an extension of my body. As soon as all the passengers were gone, I transformed my metallic plane body into a soft, shining form. I couldn’t see myself, but it felt like I was a golden bat. I flew away from the city towards an ocean.

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