My insane, insane dreams

[Eol007]

Wow, excellent recall – I wont even attempt to interpret, although you seem to be on the verge of establishing control and seem to be re-enacting such. Looks like you should be able to go if are not already completely lucid in the dreamscape! I tend to get lazy and observe the dreamer just like watching a program.

Intriguing to say the least!

Cheers,

Stephen []

[wisp]

Yes!!! Great recall, LB. []

I think of this as transitional dreaming. It would be hard to analyse such a dream. When I first began my first of the last 5 years of dreaming, I had some that came in fast and abundant like that. It was as if I was also being prepared for automatic writing. To be able to remember that much and get it written down is a feat in itself! []

[LordoftheBunnies]

Thanks. []  Generally my dreams aren't quite as long as these ones, but I have been getting better at remembering them.  Dreams are always very compelling for me.  I feel like I'm my true self when I dream, as if my waking hours are like a mask put on to go to work.

BTw, what's automatic writing?  It sounds interesting.

[wisp]

LB,
Sorry I don't know more on Automatic Writing.It's a form of divination. While your in a "zone" remembering and writing down a lengthy dream or dreams, your channeling information from another dimension to your present one.This channel or zone is also used to retreive other sources of information. Have you ever had profound thoughts, then notice those thoughts are often fleeting? Have you ever been inspired by your thoughts? If you can put those thoughts to pen and paper, you are automatically writing. Some people claim to receive messages this way. It's also known as mediumship and channeling. I wrote a couple of poems this way. I also remembered being intrigued by what a speaker said on a radio program. Afterward, I was able to write down the essence of everything this person said.I was almost in a trance state during the note taking. When profound and true things come through, amazing things are possible.

[LordoftheBunnies]

Lately my dreams have become much more vivid and interesting.  I'm not sure if this is due to my trying to become more conscious in the physical, or for other reasons.  Although I have yet to realize I'm dreaming in many of them, they're still so interesting that I decided I shouldn't keep them to myself.

Some of these are very disjointed, but I'll write it down anyway.

My first dream from last night seemed to be set in an almost video-game like world.  A series of robots had gone haywire and were attacking the populace.  At one point I was running away from them, shocking first-person style (and, as usually happens in these sorts of games, getting my butt kicked. [xx(])  After a certain point the world changed and became more real-time.  There was a old woman, a former criminal, in charge of taking out the entities.  She had three helpers, her slightly deformed son, some brute I can't identify, and weak ole me (I tend to take a weak role in my dreams for some reason).  At one point, the person employing the old woman commanded her to kill her son.  However, she refused, and was shouting something through the window of a crashed jet (her home I believe_ when a bunch of entities rushed into the cockpit and attacked her.  She was badly injured, but me and the henchmen defeated the entities.  However, at that moment her deformed son turned on her.  He knew about her employers plan to kill him, and it had all been a trick to get information from the woman.  After kicking his mother a bit, he rolled her over a metal grating.  A stream of water was coming down through a hole from nearby.  For some reason, this woman had an afinity for fire, it was what had allowed her to survive for so long. However, she was weak to water.  The deformed son brought his arm into the water stream and redirected it onto his mother.  She started steaming somke and screaming in pain, it was as if the water was burning her.  After interrogating her, me and the henchmen had to rush outside into our car.  I was looking for some method of betraying them by this point.  The dream was also becoming more vivid.  I closed and locked some of the doors from our other car, and then was rushed into the other one by my two evil comrades.  We drove down the roads of the ruined city, and then turned down some country roads.  There were other cars coming in the opposite direction, and I felt like I remembered this place for some reason.  We went past a barn that had been badly damanged, and drove over several peices of wood in the road.  I distinctly felt the bump of the car when we drove over them.  At this point I must have done something to betray them, as we came to a side road with VERY deep ravines on each side.  This might have come from my waking memories, as I HATE roads that have ravines beside them.  The deformed henchmen messed up and the car spun out of control, almost falling into the ravine.

At this point I woke up, and descended into another series of dreams.  One I cannot remember very well.  I seemed to be staying with several people on the tall grassy bank of some pond. I still felt that distinct sense of taking a passive role that seems to be present in so many of my dreams.  After that I found myself in bed, and was attacked by what I'm guessing was an escaped inmate who was trying to rape me.  After fighting him off, I woke up again, and descended into the final series of dreams.

There was a forest, clear as day.  I was traveling through it, and somehow found myself in a racing contest with other people on a long, rapid river.  At one point I came near a large, forboding brick school set on an island in the middle of the river.  The area was very forested, with trees blocking out the brunt of the sunlight.  I stopped on the island for some reason, and was getting ready to leave with the other people.  At this point there was another gap in my memories, although I do remember snippets of running up through a vast stone building that was dim and had a sinister, unknown feel to it.  This building is gigantic, and often plays some sort of role in my dreams.  

After that I was out in the forest again, pursueing what I'm guessing was a girl or young boy taking the form of a flying squirrel.  I chased them out of the forest, flying over an area of plains.  We passed over a series of gigantic trees, each of them with two levels of flat canopies you could stand on, and within those a maze of branches and smaller trees.  I chassed the flying squirrel out to an area that was more open, and talked to him for a while on top of a smaller canopy.  Although I'm not quite certain, I might have been in the form of an owl at this point.  After that I followed him back to his house in the forest, landing on a glass platform set on top of a mid-level forest canopy.  I feel as if I had done something very kind and significant for this squirrel.  After that point I was heading back towards my own house that I was staying at.  It was a large, complex structure, set around a tall tree that was a wide maze of branches, and composed of wood, marble and stone.  After this point of my dreams were spent without me having a tangible presence, but merely observing what was happening.  I saw an attractive woman with shoulder-length black hair and very tanned skin enraged and saddened over something that had happened.  She knocked a bag of magic crystals off a table and s[iled them onto the floor.  Then leaning over, she found that if she shifted the crystals position with her hand, it formed the images of people (what I'm guessing was her family).  She was very touched by this.  At that point I arrived, coming up through the bottom of the structure.  I started exploring a series of rooms going deep into the place.  Somehow water had leaked into the home, and I felt as if there was some sinister presence within.  I moved through a series of rooms that had people's belongings strewn about as if by some earthquake.  The hallways were a calm white, yet had stains on them as if some foul presence had passed through them.  I explored a small boiler room, certain I would find something in it, only to find an empty room, and with the distinct sense that something was fleeing from me out through the ventilation pipes.  After a moment of rest with some of the kids I found in the rooms, I found myself watching intangibly events taking place on one of the upper canopy platforms.  

It was night out, and a group of men (possibly connected to the foul presence from earlier) had caught a young girl dressed in attractive clothing.  Although the girl was scared, she showed amazing resilence as they strapped her to a tree and started attacking her with some sort of magic, torturing the girl.  After that they started whipping her badly, gradually tearing off her clothing.  They cut the soles of her feet, and then hung her by the hands from some sort of contraption that was moving on a metal path along the perimeter of the upper canopy.  They continued to whip her until all her clothes had been torn off and she was bleeding profusely (this was not the least bit erotic I might add, I was very frightened at the time).  With that they left, having only gained part of what they wanted to know.  I flew into a hallway in the upper parts of the tree, and found a series of curtains that had been gathered together to conceal something.  The room had a faint yellow glow.  I pulled back the curtains, and found the girl hanging from the ceiling by her hands.  She was still badly hurt, but showed amazing resilience.  She explained to me what the men had been after, and I started to fly out into the forest to find them, quite angry by this point.

Unfortunately, I woke up.  Is there any sort of message behind all the seemingly nonsensical events of these dreams that anyone else can figure out?  Keep in mind that there were large chunks I wasn't able to remember.