I just THOUGHT the Tornados were bad.

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http://www.astralpulse.com/forums/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=11832


WARNING: Long Post

Ok, this is getting weird; there is no other way to put it. After the initial Tornado Dream and the discovering of the associations with or too my sister, whether direct or indirect, then the reappearance of the tornados as a non-violent symbol, my sister is now acting very odd! Not in waking life of course. In waking life we are getting along very well.

I'll relate some of last nights DILD.

I'm with a good friend of mine and I some how manage to upset my sister once again. We leave my grandmothers house and enter a much jumbled area. It's night time, and there are train tracks to my right and train tracks to my left. The trains on the track are of different proportions. The train to my right in small and swift like a metro, while the train on the left is gigantic, slow and looks like a freight. The freight is floating on a barge in the ocean inlet and cannot move. The metro is tracked on the dock and flies into a tunnel before my friend and I can get on.
My sister is perusing us so she can beat me up, as usual. My friend and I run down the dock but get separated, he cannot keep up. However, my sister is not behind us, she is in front of me, ahead on the dock and waiting. I cannot let her bother my friend so I leap onto the barge and climb the trapped train to try and lose her. I leap into the water below on the other side.
A part of the dock is on this side as well and has cars parked on it. I dive below the dock to try and hide. I bump my head on something and open my eyes and see the headlights of a car flickering through the muddy water. I grab hold of whatever I can on the car and drag myself under to help hide myself. There are people in the car as I can see. The woman in the drivers seat waves happily and I motion for her to help me. She understands and tries to move the car as far away from the dock as she can without being noticed. She doesn't have much luck. Apparently, water does not offer much traction for a car, even in a dream.
The car floats up and I surface shortly. My sister sees me. My only hope is to stay under water. I suddenly know for sure that I'm dreaming and know I can stay under water as long as I like. I can breathe the water in dreams. I dive back under but the car is in my way. I cannot get my head under the water nor get away from the car. Breathing dream air and dream water at the same time confuses me and I gasp and gulp for air. I climb onto the barge and make it to the top. I search for my friend. He too has climbed the barge looking for me. We run to the other end towards the tunnel where the metro went. Greg slips as he climbs down and breaks his leg on the dock. There is an ugly snap as the leg bends an un-natural direction. I leap down and help him up and we work our way to the tunnel. My sister follows but takes her time.
The metro returns and my friend and I get on. We think we are safe but the train does not fly off down the tunnel as quickly as it had before. My sister has just enough time to climb in. I step between my friend and sister and face my sister. I lunge for her and claw skin from her face.
I'm surprised at something. She is smiling! I can see no wounds on her face and find my own face stings miserably.
"What's this?" I say as I put my hand to my face.
I feel a ragged wound and see my hand is now covered in blood as I pull it away. I look up at my sister again who still smiles slyly.
I eye her carefully and lunge a second time; wrapping my hands around her throat. I press my thumbs into her windpipe hard. She does not fight me but continues to grin. I feel a pair of invisible hands wrap about my neck and cut off my air.
"What new trick is this?"
I stop my assault and the invisible assailant ceases as well. This person looks like my sister but the power she seems to possess suggests something or someone else.
"How is it your doing this? How have you gained such power over me?"
To this my sister replied, "A simple trick a coworker taught me awhile back." She gestures to her throat and I'm confused. "The light within," she answers in response to my expression. "He taught me how to open charkas by find and moving the light within."
"Wha..if this is true, and this is how you've gained this strength, can you show me?"
"Of course, first I will conjure a figure you fear. Confronting this fear with show you where the light is within you. Then you will be able to open the charka when you move this light."
"I can't," I say. "If you conjure something I fear that much, I'll be so scared that I'll wake up!"
<This was first spoken recognition of dreaming>
She throws her head back and laughs. She grabs my friend who now sits behind her, by the hair and tosses him to the ground. She then exits the train and runs out a door into a hallway while yelling, "Who cares what you do, I have what I came for, I have found the file!"
I look back at my friend who has been transformed by my sister into something like the alien from "Signs: the movie". I sit down beside him and mutter, "I think I just want to go home." I plop my head in my heads and sigh. "Forget that, I'd have to wake up, and I'm not ready for that yet."
My friend and I exit the train and move down an odd corridor. I'm still lucid but rather dazed by the encounter with my sister. I think I stop her. I go to the end of the corridor and see a breaker box. The switches inside the breaker box are not important. Cutting the power to the right system is. I see two live wires and a puddle of water on the floor. One wire is blue the other red. From previous dreams I've learned not to fear electricity portray in dreamed. I take a wire in each hand and feel a slight buzz. I can short them out by stepping in the water puddle, thus preventing their systems from being repaired. But which wire? I look to the woman who now stands to my right. She has long blonde hair and I've seen her many times before. She's a guide. She tells me to ground my left foot and short out both wires. So, both wires sparking madly in my hands, I step into the puddle with my left foot only. I feel a slight jolt and the task is done. We have to leave the area quickly before the system overloads. We head for the door and see and ice skating ring in front of us with a hockey game being played. My sister reappears behind us. This time the stupid smile is gone. She bares her teeth and runs at us. I dive onto the ice and promptly fall on my face.  I turn and see my sister skidding in another direction. I scramble away with the help of one of the players. They are a little startled that people are suddenly sliding around on the ice and interrupting their game but they are more disturbed by my sisters presence than mine. They know I belong here and she does not. The hockey player gives me a shove towards a podium where I can climb to my feet.
After this my sister is out of the picture and the dream takes normal proportions; normal being a cool sci-fi shoot-out with the Predators and Aliens. What fun! This in itself is still the same dream and has many details which I doubt apply to the dream I've already described. The amazing thing is that this entire account is recalled entirely upon awakening. Even as long as the dream was, it was still yet longer, I know a good portion of the dream occurred at the location of my grandmothers house, this is the only "foggy" part.

The dream was incredible long and detailed and I had no need of making notes of it during the night. However, it's aroused several questions, some of which there may be no answers too.

For one, I've had incredible difficulty remember dreams for the past week or more. The ability gets worse and worse and I can only remember a few brief details even with notes. Then suddenly I recall this. It is still only one dream but the massive detail recalled is shocking! So, my question is this.

Is there an actual proven pattern to dream recall or detail recall that spikes and bottoms out for everyone? If such a pattern exists, even on theory, what may it be based on? What would trigger a "high" or a "low"?

Next is about my sister of course. If I have turned the tornados into a more passive dream symbol, what is happening to the character of my sister? A symbol yes, she must be. She's representing something new now, maybe even something more helpful than before, but still very annoying. The reflected actions and entirely recalled conversation is puzzling. What IS she getting at already? I hate metaphors! I never can figure them out. This THING looked like my sister so there's something to THAT, but it wasn't, I could sense it was not actually her dream character. The sudden talk of charkas blew me away. What file could she be meaning? Everything was based on computer systems so they may play a metaphor as well. Any suggestions at all in "debugging" her symbol would be appreciated.

Don't ask about the hockey team, I've no idea where that came from. It was defiantly a first.