Friday, October 16, 2020 - (150 w.)
The street in front of the Kropswolde house is littered with some kind of nuts that I don't recognize. Which is strange, because I know these trees don't carry nuts. Never mind. There's a guy behind me on the driveway and I propose that we try to throw these nuts at the trunks of the trees. I start and of course miss. It's immediately followed by a loud sound. I look behind me. How did he ... immediately manage to hit the trunk, and why is it so loud?!
I look at the tree. A flock of birds comes out of the tree, leaving it bare. The branches with leaves transformed into birds. I don't know what that means. Also visible now, is that there's an opening in the tree at the location where the guy hit it with the nut. He must have thrown it in there, and that hole must have worked as an amplifying echo chamber.
I turn around to see the birds fly away over the house.
Beautifully illustrating that trees and birds are closely related.
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more sleep / #3
"Why are you in such a hurry? Wait, why are you in such a hurry?"
I just stepped from the street onto the pavement, focused on getting somewhere fast. I turn around. What I see makes me pause. There's a small man, a foot high at most. He's running after me, as fast as he can.
"At least take this scepter!"
I bend towards the little man. Without any ceremony he puts a scepter in my hand. It is of course his size, not mine. It's about the size of my hand, plain, made out of wood, with a little knob on top, but no further embellishments. I feel honored. I guess he feels I should have one. When I look up, he's gone.
Charming, I like it.
It was a real small human. Sizewise he reminds me of the lock picking Bowtruckle from Fantastic Beasts.
Sunday, September 27, 2020 - (200 w.)
more sleep / #4
During the break I take a walk around the entire building. It has a layout exactly like the mall in Hoogezand. I notice that. There are fun events going on in various other locales, with people that I like.
I make it full circle back to the room where we were watching the movie. Everybody left. The chairs have disappeared. I ask "is it over?" Yes, it is.
That is weird. Perhaps there were only ... 5-10 minutes left and the finished watching while I was on my walk.
I go to an opposite space, which would normally be the Bruna bookstore. There they show the end titles of the movie and some after-the-story scenes. Yes, a Harry Potter movie. I kind of remember what I saw before, and realize that it doesn't match any of the existing books/movies. How is that possible?
A title appears, explaining it: The Previous Twelve Years.
That makes no sense. He would have been a baby and in this movie he was a late teenager. I walk away, wondering what to make of this.
I had the same experience watching the second Fantastic Beasts movie. It suddenly ends.
Noteworthy: In this dream I went full circle back to the same location.
Friends take my husband and me on a trip. They want to drive us to their favorite place in their car, which we don't know yet. It is a huge pond, half natural, half artificial, beautifully embedded in the surrounding landscape. There are strange creatures in the crystal clear water. Worm-like creatures that build conical dwellings out of mud. Fish with flexible chameleon eyes ... I discover the drain: it is a colored elongated funnel. I know that the water is returned to the pond through an invisible fontaine ...The water reflects different colours: different shades of blue ...
As soon as I woke up, I realized that I was dreaming of a torus. A global torus meditation took place last night. I think the strange creatures represent energies that I had trouble merging with ...
The suggested torus meditation :
- Feel the elevated energy in motion of peace, joy, love, gratitude etc. and merge this into your torus. See it as a vibrant full colour spectrum. See and feel it flowing.
- Merge your torus with all those of the team. Know that everyone is doing this. See and feel it happening. Visualize us all within a singular shared torus.
- Expand this torus to wrap around the entire Earth, merging it with the toroidal energy field of our planet. Focus on unity, peace, love and gratitude. Know that it is a primary energy form it naturally resonates with all life on earth and the universe...
The autoped handles like a longer skateboard, even though it has two wheels instead of four and a steer on the front wheel. I don't need to step; it goes all on its own. I like how I can swirl around through the crowd, out here on the streets and the squares.
Somebody, a young woman, sits in my path. I decide that I can do a jump, by reaching back and grabbing the plank close to the back wheel. It works out splendidly.
Just some dream fun to improve my mood.
"I was in California", I announce to my family, when I arrive back home. They look shocked. Meanwhile I'm wondering how we are related, as I don't recognize them. I was in California, and now I'm back at the East Coast. That I know.
"I visited a museum", I start. I want to add that it wasn't expensive. The entire trip was only $200. Wait, for a child, that is not cheap.
They look fully reassured and don't even look at me anymore. No need to say more. Okay, that went easy.
In what kind of future can kids slip out on such a trip, and be back before dinner? Currently, it's a six hour flight. It felt like it was hardly taking any time, to cross that distance.
I still have to write out the other dreams.
3rd and last
I hold the frightened deer, sitting behind it. All the other animals have disappeared, completely, they no longer exist.
My sister stands in front of the deer, trying to come nearer. I tell her not to do that. It's too much. My sister disagrees, because if I'm holding it, she can try to get closer to it. Not a good idea. I feel the animal's fear increasing the more my sister tries to come closer.
I fear that the moment I let go of the animal, it will run off to another spot in the room and quickly disappear out of existence too.
Tuesday, March 31, 2020 - (250 w.)
Riding a street, which gets steeper and steeper, vertical. I have to climb it, pull myself up with bare hands, while the street is like folding. I manage the strange mechanism, I strain my body and sense my belly muscles. I succeed and make it to the top. I'm angry. Now I made it up here, I'll go find and scold those responsible.
Outside on the street with a group. like family? I'm ...
That has been some time. I'm reminded of my old hobby of collecting fossils and minerals. I haven't been into archaeology so much, so that is a new thing, and I see a development mineral - fossil - human art/ architecture. And then the group dancing. So it is a road trip through evolution, from the simple to the complex, to the group Gestalt, I'm part of.
BTW, I named the events around my appendectomy "belly dance"...
All in all I feel stronger, after I overcame all these obstacles and challenges. I guess that is the message of the dreams tonight. Thank you for a nice birthday show, dreaming mind!
Tuesday, March 3, 2020 - (200 w.)
Modern technology - dream 1
The birds appear in front of my office window, at the second floor. They are so nearby that looking at the window is like looking at a magnificent painting. They move around but the entire visual looks tranquil. I need, need, need to capture this on a photo.
I have my phone and start tapping, slide left, slide up and hold two seconds, tap, slide right. God damn it. Stupid modern technology. I ... accidentally drop my phone on the ground, outside.
Downstairs the phone seems to be in front of the neighbors' home. Right underneath their main window, I think. I'm on my knees looking. The neighbors ask what I'm doing. My phone, I lost it here. One looks through a now opened window. Another one has come through the door and stands next to me.
There it is. I hope it still works. The neighbor standing next to me pours water or coffee on it, to wash it clean. Hey! No! Don't do that. I appreciate the friendly gesture, but this phone is not waterproof.
I see that Harke is inside too. He has made his famous soup. Oh, I should get some too.
I completely forgot about the birds.
There's an opened window, twice.
Sunday, December 15, 2019 - (200 w.)
3rd sleep, 3rd one
Two people stand facing each other two meters apart. There's a third one on the same axis. I stand next to the axis, looking at the one talking. He tells the other that there's another person hiding in here. There is that one standing behind him. The who was addressed, points that out. It is not about that third one.
I believe there is another third one, standing behind the second person. I'm ...
I suspect this dream has something to do with the previous two. All the dreams seem related to bringing out other parts of our personality.
In front of me is a huge block of ice filling my entire field of vision. It is clear, and starting to melt. Inside of it all kinds of insects, colorful. One of them a lady bug. I see them large and clear. The sight makes me sad. I'm not sure if the insects will live.
Later on trying to go back into the dream, I follow a trail of dripping water and find connections to the Amazon forest story, but forgot the details.
Incubated for the Amazon rain forest. Dreaming together with my friends. I feel the dream relating to global changes in nature like the melting of ice - (caps), but I don't find the relation to the Amazon forest, now, other than my sadness about both situations.
Link for the picture:
It looks like a large and thick magazine, but the bottom quarter of it contains a true random number generator. The top three quarters of it is internally separate, but the number generator knows what happens.
We immediately feel that this is a tremendously powerful gadget. It's mine. I understand that Marije - who is here - decided that it needs to be protected. It needed to have some magic spells, which she already applied.
After only a short period, it turns out that the magic spells didn't work. The device was unprotected all the while. The people around me are upset, but I don't understand the exact risks of it. Besides, the device is still here.
Say what, magic spells?
I have seen the planet from outer space with its energy field...there were vortexes...I was with a group and somebody gave us information about the changes in the energy field and how we can have an effect on it...it was awesome
Walking away from the initiative, then back to it again. I can help. She asked others to bring maggots - I imagine I can find worms. That will help them to feel welcome. I walk towards her house.
I find myself in the backyard of my house, which is off a street at the other side of the main road through this neighborhood. I notice that there's one working in the garden. I'm relieved he's here and how reassuring his behavior is. Just like us. He stands up and looks over the fence.
"Goedemorgen, hoe gaat het?" or "good morning, how does it fare?", he says.
I answer "heel goed". "Very good". He repeats my answer as if to taste what it means and whether I'm meaning it. I do.
There wasn't so much time between the two logged dreams. I'm surprised I managed to turn it around so fast, in apparent clocktime.
I can do it one more time, but having it done just before, I now scare away from it. I lost myself the previous time, when I completely became another person in the dream.
But, I did it at least once before. This time I wanted to bring back better recall, and then I got frightened about the idea.
I wonder whether in another previous dream, I even became two different people at once. Not just physically, but everything, different personality and memories included. Or, no memories of myself at least.
This follows on a night with dreams about a week ago, where I kept my own personality, but I could feel everything else about me (the context, like the situation and my history) changing.
1st remembered dream
Entering the field, I notice I can move big rocks around with my mind. They respond very easily to my intentions and can also accelerate their movements dangerously fast. There's a woman here, a mother with her children possibly nearby. I'd better keep those flying rocks at a safe distance from her. She's also here to play with the rocks, I suspect.
I suddenly remember another dream or experience, with Scotty, where the instant response was even stronger. It was a different dimension, where I felt more confident. Or actually, freer to experiment.
This is a typical thing to do for practicing control in a lucid dream, but I'm barely aware that I'm dreaming.
Thursday, November 15, 2018 - (150 w.)
In an afternoon nap
I'm standing on an open, two wing window, seemingly on the first floor. I somehow got aware of news around the moon, and she is falling on the earth. It is explained through the moon stopping her orbital movement, so she will inevitably crash.
I thought this should be a Da - Fu Mu. A dream of great fortune. Like incubated each 15th of the month with my friends of the World Dreams Peace Bridge.
Not many wanted to see this collision:
I'll go practicing table tennis, now..
It feels like a truly big and nice place. Condensed, concentrated, comfortable. There's no time.
While coming out of it, I realize that anything could come out of this place and end up anywhere in any time, whether in the far past on our planet, or in some other time who knows where.
I always imagined this place without time to be isolated from our world. It is however not. It is connected to everything and from there one can influence and insert anything.
Thursday, August 2, 2018 - (200 w.)
Who would have thought. I'm looking around the large square room. I'm guest at this neighborhood meeting that plays out in a space only to be reached through somebody's private house. I like the general casual and friendly mood of this community.
I decide to wander around a bit. Hallway after hallway I arrive in another community room. I've sat down on one of the chairs in the circle. Two or ... three people are making music. One drums and another one plays the horn. There's such a full and complex sound that I suspect some others are playing along, but I can't quite tell. Most of the seats are available. Great exciting and uplifting music as well.
Again I realize that tourists or other visitors would never guess this rich indoors life going on. On the outside, it's just a sleepy town like so many others. Sleepier even.
The people from the meeting room are coming in from a hallway. Everyone's happy to be together. Through another hallway additional musicians come in. One man makes a big show just by the way he enters through the doorway. He walks in, looks funny and waves his arm while turning back out, and repeats the whole act several times.
Saturday, July 7, 2018 - (150 w.)
I hear a woman calling me for help. As I turn around the corner I see this beautiful woman of around thirty with long plain brunette hair laying on a bed, supine. The space is all white, also the bedding.
Incubated with a general healing intention, including myself.
I believe this dream is still in the context of incubating dreams for children (and families) on the US/ Mexican border with friends from the World Dreams Peace Bridge. In our discussion I earlier wrote about culminating refugee situation in the Mediterranean.
My first feelings waking from this intense short dream were such a strange mix of love, sadness and, yes, feeling relieved I haven't turned entirely numb, rigid over all the suffering.
The song "Fragile" by Sting came to my mind, and stayed there over the day.
They want to kill me again. But this time I am prepared. It is exactly the same pattern than last time. Last time they had been successfull. But this time I can remember and they don´t know that I can.
I go to the Garage and open the door: Yes, as I expected. It is really like last time. They had painted the Tarot Card of the hanged man at the wall. But he is not hanged at his ankles but at ... his neck.
I am standing at a beach. A toddler is adressing me. His parents are lying in the sun and he is bored. He knows me well but he is new to me. He urges me to accompany him to a science museum. We have great fun there and I am amazed about his great intelligence.Suddenly his diapers are full and his clothes are also concerned. I am supposed to help him and I am looking for a toilet. I have great difficulties to find one. He can´t understand this and I can´t understand why he can´t manage it himself. Somehow we manage it together.
The whole dream is very vivid and at the end I am realising while dreaming that I am getting a symbol.I have the impression that the toddler is another focus of me. Since this is another toilet dream with a new variation I put it here.This dream prompts me to join the new group dreaming. Yesterday evening I was pondering whether to join or not....
I see a field of striped colored balls.They are forming patterns. They seem to be conscious.
I had the intention to find a symbol for lyra but this dream makes no sense to me.But it was a nice and joyful experience. This dream seems to suggest more playfulness.
We've been getting ready for a while. We're descending the stairs to the hallway, a long pipe leading to the double front doors. Just when we, the guys, are ready to open the doors, the doors open and the women come back in. They forgot a few things. A bit to my dismay the guys turn around, and go back in too. Why? We could go out anyway?
We're sitting on a large bed. I sit on the corner area ...
There was also a part where I had a ball, but threw it away. I think the women kind of gave the ball to me when I left, although at the same time, I found the ball in the backstage area. I later throw the ball away, again in various variations. I throw it away back to the women, or to the side, and also onto the field when I get there. Two sets of small probable variations.
Ripple: Bedroom Action
After having seen the galaxy tunnel, I dream this.
I dive into the pool. I stay and swim under water. At the other side there's a black tunnel starting from the wall, under water. I briefly consider again. I'll be fine.
I swim into it and everything blacks out. No problem, I'm safe.
I wake up. It's too unfamiliar to process.
I am visiting a big art exhibition. It is a modern white cube building. The title has "Vittoria" in it. I am just about to enter the building. A woman with small children asks whether she can go with the kids but someone tells her that there are also some crude and sexual exhibits. when she turns to leave she recognise me and tells me that there are some paintings from me in the exhibition. I am ... surprised. Nobody told me... I react very shy. A man says to me“ you should not be so shy! This is a big chance! You should be more confident!“
I enter one room. There is a video artwork. This is very vivid. An artcollector presents some pieces of his huge collection. He shows a glass pipe and fills it with water. This action fills the hole screen. Then he presents two precious guitars. He admires the precious wood. They are partially painted. One has a songtext on the back side. The sides are deep red....
I spent the day in an exhibition of Japanese culture here in Brazil (we have about 1.5 million people of Japanese descent here). There were 10.000 Tsuru bird origami in the decoration. The Tsuru are cranes and the Japanese believe the souls of the dead are carried to paradise on their wings. So they bring good luck and symbolize immortality. I read your dream when I got home.