...but where I start to remember …I’m in a fast food shop – like an A&W or something, and I’m with my twin, and we’re waiting in line. It takes forever and the line barely moves, and we’re feeling increasingly impatient.

We start to noisily complain, and then we are in trouble with the authorities. They are hunting for us, and my twin suggests that we use the fire stairs, as normal people wouldn’t think of doing that.

Down down down the fire stairs we go, only catching a glimpse of housekeeping staff and their cleaning cart. Down down until my twin notices that the 18th floor is shaped differently than the rest. We stop there and go through the door…

...which opens into a college classroom. This is a good place to hide, and while everyone else has textbooks and notebooks to take notes, we feel we can be disguised. The professor is starting to distribute the syllabus and talk about the class, and he is interrupted by one of the students, who wants to know if they are still going to evacuate the building because of the intruders (us). The professor says no, that the intruders were caught, and we microrelax because it means that at least if that’s the cover story, not everyone will be looking for us.

He begins the lecture, which is on the Weimar Republic, and I am only half listening. He starts to show a film, but somehow it is not a film, and we are in it. I am being forced to march with others and show a fake enthusiasm for a government that I have no enthusiasm for. But I am afraid I will be caught, so I desperately hang on to this other person in my class, hoping that we are not noticeable. (My twin is gone.)

As we march, it becomes more like a walk, and he and I are more walking arm and arm, not hanging on to each other desperately. He asks me if I want to go to the Polish restaurant. I say I didn’t even know about it. He is both surprised that I haven’t heard of it, and delighted to share it with me.

We walk into the restaurant, which is bustling. I can smell allspice, dill, cabbage (nice, not icky). While we’re waiting to be seated, I remark on how short he is compared to me. Which he is, a good foot shorter. He says it doesn’t matter to him and I say it doesn’t matter to me either, and we’re both delighted. They seat us at our table, and I open the menu.

DREAM OVER. 4 days ago

dreams more recently.

today I was in a two person canoe on the ocean.

we were paddling hard, in a race of some sort. there’s some strong momentum going and I look up to see that there’s a large mirror floating up ahead, that we’re coming quickly up to. this is apparently a sign to turn around and head back.

we do, and then I notice that we’re swamped. that my knees are just visible above the water in the boat. it’s nearly full up with water. 3 weeks ago

I was in the Subaru with my husband and daughter. We were near Mt. Rainier. A huge wall of sand (?) came toward us and buried the car.

The dream caused me to wake up quite fearful. I could think of no way out of being engulfed in sand in the car. After a while I realized that while, being completely covered in sand, it was not dark in the car. Therefore, the layer of sand was not that thick. If the doors or windows could open, we could have gotten out. Only then could I return to sleep.

I am still sort of afraid to go to sleep tonight, the dream was that vivid and that terrifying. 4 weeks ago

Dreamed about work, which seems strange as I am soon leaving my workplace. Well, in my dream was a colleague who had left this kind of work altogether (something I am considering, eventually). 2 months ago

I had this dream twice: of being stuffed into a black cast iron oven, and being accidentally trapped in it. Smoke and heat. People outside of the oven were desperately trying to break the heat-resistant glass to get me out. Both times this segment was the final in a much much longer dream which I do not remember now.

After that, I made an affirmation, which I spoke out loud as well as repeated to myself, that I would have dreams – even if I didn’t remember them – that would leave me waking up feeling refreshed. Then, I decided that might be too narrow, so I did an affirmation of dreams that would support my spiritual development, and the development of all those concerned.

Well, at least I’m not being roasted alive at night any more. 3 months ago

I was in a plane with people I sort of know and a toddler I don’t know. The wing brushed against a building and we had to land.

Any ideas what this might mean? I am taking steps towards having a baby in the next year or so, but I’m not quite steady in my job. I want to travel more; the people I was with seem to have decided not to have kids and just came back from a long exotic trip. 3 months ago

I think this combines what I think I’m pretty good at (writing, analyzing) and what I would like to improve (being in touch with my subconscious).

I am not coordinated when I first wake up, plus I’m super near-sighted. So I am keeping my dream journal on the breakfast table to do while I eat. 4 months ago

It was a long dream, summary.

I was in charge of a group of teenagers. Also a whole bunch of black labradors of all ages – many puppies and their moms.

Long sequence of the dream was walking my beloved bulldog, Buddy. And playing with him, petting him, and having his big snorffly face in mine.

The critical part of the dream was that the group of teenagers were doing everything that they could to get at the labs, who were caged. The dogs were caged up very securely, because the teens were sadistic and cruel.

The teens had found a way to get through the steel of the cages. I was filled with fear. But the main focus of my fear was not the puppies – although I was afraid for them too – my fear was for Buddy.

“Buddy! Buddy!” I burst out of the area with the dog cages and into the extensive city park. “Buddy!” I called, over and over.

And then I saw the smarmy, grinning faces of the group of teens in the distance. They were holding two black kittens with pink ribbons around their necks. And then I knew – they had killed Buddy, and were giving me these kittens to try to win me over, erase their cruel deed in my heart. And I knew that if I didn’t take the kittens from them, that they would torture and kill the kittens, as they had killed Buddy, and had tortured the labs while I was out looking for him.

But I realized that if I accepted the kittens, it would be like accepting their sadism. And I had another fear – that if I got close to them, they would torture and kill me. They were on the other side of the park. I was still far enough away that I could run.

I woke up, still running in my dream, still filled with grief for Buddy.

Thoughts: black an important color – black labs, black kittens.

Labs – not just a kind of dog, but something that is experimental that is being threatened?

Buddy the bulldog? Where does that come from? I don’t own a dog, never have. 4 months ago

I needed to get to a bicycling event. The first part of the dream I was riding my bike up a steep hill and water was streaming down the hill as I was struggling up it.

The dream shifted. I was on a large ship, and to get to the event, I needed to jump from the large ship to one of the smaller boats that was pacing with it. I needed to do this why the ship was still in Puget Sound, as it would turn west through the straits of Juan De Fuca and out to the Pacific, whereas I just needed to get to Anacortes.

Finally, there was a time when my boat was relatively close and the water was calm. I worked my way around the protective barrier on the ship’s deck, and leaped. I did not make it all the way to the boat, and found myself swimming. I was surprised to be swimming, but also surprised that it was not as immediately cold as I had feared. I was wearing a long white flowing gown that wafted in the water. I made it to the boat and pulled myself up on to the deck. I was cold, but not hypothermic. Everyone was glad to see me there. 4 months ago

I locked my husband in the trunk of my car for several hours; didn’t know why he was so pissy about it when I finally let him out.

Also, unsure now how I could have locked him in the trunk of a car that is a station wagon and has no trunk. 4 months ago

Evil was in a box. I had taped the box shut, but Evil kept on clawing at the box, trying to work its way out.

I’ve read too much about the Sandy Hook killings. I can’t imagine what a mess I’d be if I watched TV, too. 5 months ago

I have been wanting to do this for a while, I even recorded a few dreams I had in my journal. When I went back and re-read my entry it was very interesting, but that was about it… I failed to see any significance in the symbols and associations. I am not giving up on this goal quite yet, what I need to do is set up a journal right next to my bed and immediately document anything I can remember the second I wake up. I find that if I wait and try to record it later from memory, I rarely if ever have any clue what I dreamed about. I am going to make it my goal to record my dreams for a solid week, then two, up to a month and call it good. That will be my end point for this goal.

Wish me luck in having vivid cool ass dreams worth writing about. 6 months ago

One dream, needed to drive home. It was raining very hard. Streets were flooding. I thought about taking NE 8th Street, but it was a river. I went on to 148th Ave NE and it was was even more like a river, with rapids. I decided to try 140th, and I woke up.

Second dream, I remember little of, other than hanging on the side of a large ship, in the water. Many of us were hanging on like this. I wanted to swim. I remember letting go of the side of the ship, and maybe swimming? 6 months ago

My basement had a number of large white fluffy bunnies. I did not want them there, and shooed them out the door. They were quite eager to leave. I was a little concerned about them being domesticated, and not surviving well in the wild, but not so concerned that I didn’t hustle them out the door.

After they had all left, I realized that they had left an enormous mess of rabbit urine and little rabbit poos all over my basement carpet. I was annoyed that I was faced with that doozy of a chore. 8 months ago

In a stone cell in a tower. I could hear the patient breathing with the help of a respiratory machine. I could not see the patient. I also knew that, while I was walking into the cell, I was the patient. I was about to have open heart surgery.

There was no person visible on an operating table, even if I could hear his mechanical breathing. Instead, I could see the cold stone wall before me. On the wall were stone pegs, where someone could be held in chains. In one of the versions of the dream, there were two sets of places to be held in chains.

I had the dream twice, so it must have been important. Dreams about imprisonment and chains are usually regarding karma. 8 months ago

I’ve still been doing this somewhat, but transferring the dreams to here less so. But I wanted to share a discovery. I saw the movie Waking Life for the first time a couple months ago(it’s about dreams, specifically lucid dreaming, and it’s a great movie). There was a recurring scene in which the main character could realize he was dreaming by looking at a digital clock and not being able to see the numbers correctly; they were all jumbled and moving. Recently I rediscovered a notebook in which I’d written down dreams a while ago, maybe a year or so. I noticed I’d written a couple of times that I couldn’t see the time correctly, things like “I couldn’t tell what time it was” or “I looked at my phone to see the time and realized that I was on acid.” I thought this was neat because I was unaware of the phenomenon when I wrote those things, and if I’d realized I probably could have lucid dreamed. 8 months ago

I have no time, so I’ll jot some things, then fill in later.

Large House
Tub at the bottom of the basement stairs
Two people being taken care in the basement – old man, disabled young man
Glass door open
Picnic
Basketball
Finding many versions of Tom the Bunny 10 months ago

I was before a group of children. It was the 35th year after the Holocaust.

I was there to tell them about my experience during WWII. Immediately I was no longer telling them, but I was there. I was in a POW camp. I was the only one in the women’s section who was American – the rest were a variety of other nationalities. I wasn’t sure if the lingua franca was Polish or Russian. Our job was to care for the camp’s children. In retrospect, I don’t know how a POW camp could have children.

My thoughts about this dream. I took care of major issues around past life trauma but I still have work to do. It imprisons me.

A POW camp is less traumatic to show than a death camp. My brain was just telling me it was an anniversary of the Holocaust to let me know that was what was really going on. 12 months ago

I was travelling with Alex. We kept ending up in sketchy places and had both to escape and stay together, which proved to be a challenge. At some point there was a woman, and I felt that she was my mother, even though it wasn’t my real-life mother. I wasn’t real-life me, either, so it sort of felt like I was observing and playing the role at the same time. The mother kept being oddly violent even though she just wanted my affections. I had to fight her, but I couldn’t punch or otherwise fight as hard or effectively as I felt I should be able to—it was frustrating.
Later in our travels we continued to face weird dangers and have to escape. After a while we were travelling also with Roni and Shaun and some of the dogs. We went to some place and did some work there-I was drilling a canal through the lower part of the building, through dirt, but then the ceiling was about to collapse so we had to get out. Someone had been cleaning the upstairs floor with bleach, and then a decision was made to polish the floor with stuff that contained “crystal”-Roni pointed out that this was a stupid idea because the fumes from mixing bleach and crystal would kill us all. Shaun didn’t know that the floor had been cleaned with bleach since he was somewhere else throughout this, so he was talking to the executive (who also didn’t know) and they decided to put the polish down. Roni, Alex, the dogs and the others and I got out in time but Shaun and the executive died. The rest of us got hurriedly onto a bus. Most of the dogs got on with us but Linda got left behind because she was lying on a blanket on the warm beach; it was okay because we knew that she would be happy there. We went to this little food stand place that sold fancy pastries, and a guy working there was also selling pills. I was talking to him about the pills and saying I couldn’t get anything that good at home. He was going to give me some for free, but then started creepily putting the moves on me and wanted sexual favors in return for the pills. He started to be forceful and I was both disgusted and frightened, and went over to Alex for protection. The guy fought Alex, who fended him off (but not without getting punched in the nose). Then someone got a fancy piece of cake and Alex and I had some and it was delicious. Alex and I agreed that fancy cake is good mostly because it’s so dense. 12 months ago