The Bear (Dream #16).

           First, I was at the grocery store with my mom. I really wanted something from Cinnabon so she told me to pick something and she would buy it. There were many Cinnabon flavored products like coffee creamer, ice cream, cinnamon rolls, and so on. Despite having such a selection of products, I was unable to make a decision before we left the store so I got nothing.
          Next, there was an odd place at a park near a parking lot. It was outside, but inside. It was a room, minus one wall. From the outside, the walls were blank. On the inside, there were two doors on the walls, one on the left wall and one on the right wall. The door on the left was a portal to somewhere else. I'm not sure where because I didn't go through the door, but there were a few people coming and going. The door on the right was another portal that led to a room with a bear. I say it was a portal because it led to another room, but from the outside, there was no room there. At first, I saw someone else go into the room. There were with a little boy. The bear was a pale gray-brown with long, mangled, dirty hair. Its eyes were big and red and its teeth were so long that they poked out of its mouth. From a previous dream, I knew this bear was unique. If you poked this bear, it would kill you. No matter how far away you got or how safe you thought you were, the bear would find you and maul you to death. Although I knew this, the woman I was watching did not. The woman, wearing a red flannel shirt and a net hat, poked the bear, then ran away. The little boy ran behind her. The bear chased the woman, not at all interested in the boy. It had the look in its eyes where it was out for blood and it was foaming at the mouth. The woman and little boy fled to the parking lot, where they got in a school bus and closed the doors. The boy sat in one of the front rows and the woman sat in the driver's seat. They stole the school bus and sped out of the parking lot. The bear stopped chasing them halfway out of the parking lot. I didn't see it happen, but I knew that eventually, that bear mauled that woman to death.
          Next, I went into the room on the right with a Russian man and another man. The bear was resting on a pile of hay in the far corner, completely uninterested in us because we had done nothing to it. The small room was all concrete with no windows. There was a large mirror on the wall directly to the left of the door. Under the mirror, next to the bear, was a wooden table. The bear and table collectively took up the majority of the room. On the table was a gopher and a bingo board. I had known this bear before, but I had never known of the gopher. My goal in this room was to save the people of my group by completing the trials of the gopher. One moment I was looking around the room and the next I was being held down on the table by my throat by a Russian man. His face was expressionless. The gopher stood over my face and held the bingo board above my eyes until I started seeing things. I was sucked into a series of dreams within my dream. The other person just stood by, watching the bear. Each square of the bingo board was a mental challenge I had to face in my mind in my dream. In some, I was a combatant in an arena. In others, I would solve puzzles. In others, I watched people I love die. It wasn't like a normal bingo board where I had to get five in a row, I had to complete all but three squares. The two people who entered the room with me were just there to make sure that I didn't act out the mental challenges with my body, or I might have hurt the people around me or myself. When I finally completed the trials, the Russian man let me up and we all left the room together. I had grown weak from exerting myself. Outside of the room, in the parking lot beyond a row of large rocks, a crowd had gathered. They cheered when we emerged. I fell to the ground, so exhausted that I thought I was going to die. I started to drift off to sleep until a new surge of enegry brought me back to my feet and I was ready for a whole new set of trials.
   

Water Elemental (Dream #15).

     I was a water elemental human, meaning that I had superhuman abilities but only when touching the water. A man accompanied me at all times because my powers made me a sort of royalty, especially because I was backed by the leading political party in power of the country in which I lived. Early on, I was playing with some remote control cars that had been gifted to my brother and me from the queen/ woman in the highest position of the government. It all seemed good and fun until one of the toys accidentally broke. Part of the toy had broken off, revealing a GPS sticker that was a shiny holographic color. I broke the second remote control car intentionally to see if it had the same GPS sticker, and it did. I came to find that many of our gifts from the queen did. My own conclusion from this was that my fellow elementals were not actually supported by the queen, but attempting to be controlled by her. We would be difficult adversaries if we were to fight for the anarchists instead. My brother, a fire elemental human, disagreed. He insisted the queen loved us and would never do such a thing. He saw no ulterior motive behind anything she had done.
      I went for a walk to clear my head. The sky outside was bright blue with a few stray, white clouds high in the atmosphere. Compared to the darkness of the indoors, the outside world seemed very reassuring. With the man that always accompanied me, I walked on a sunbleached stone brick path through grassy fields. Occasionally there were arches along the pathway made from the same sun faded stone bricks. The man who accompanied me seemed unremarkable. He never spoke, only watched. Whenever I try to think of his face, a variety comes to mind, but none of them seem to be the one. The path occasionally came to points of interest where the stone path formed circles or semi-circles and you could view something like a tower or a waterfall. I stopped to look at an interesting point of interest. It was something like a waterfall made from tiered birdbaths. People rode the water as if it were a waterslide, even children. Looking over the edge the first time, I grasped tightly to the metal fence rooted in the ground. The fall to the first tier seemed to be large, intimidating, and there was a breeze directing you towards it that would make you lose your footing and fall right in. It was the kind of thing that looked like it would hurt you, but really couldn't.
     Another man appeared in a suit and sunglasses. He was one of the only people that actually spoke to me. He dared me to go down the water slide and then come back up. It was clear that no ordinary person could come back up, but I accepted his challenge. As I approached it the second time what had appeared to be a deadly fall morphed in my field of view to be almost nothing. The breeze I had felt before disappeared. I rode on the top layer of the water down the odd waterslide. I fell into each tier of the bird baths, then surfaced and flowed with the water down into the next tier. Between each tier, as I approached the bottom, the distance grew smaller and smaller until the final two tiers were only a leg's width apart. Eventually, the water flowed into nothing. It stopped somewhere but the water was never stagnant. I had made it safely to the bottom as I thought I had seen many others do. Though, when I got to the bottom, the people I had seen from the top were not there and I was all alone. I started to climb back up, doing so by stepping on the rims of each tier of the bird baths. This was easy at first because the tiers were close together, but the farther I went, the farther apart the tiers were. This is when I used my water elemental powers. As I ran back up the bird bath waterfall, my legs grew longer with each step, so that every rim was a leg's width apart no matter the distance.
     When I got to the top, I smiled at the man who had given me the challenge, pleased with myself for having completed it. The challenge-giver was standing next to the man who always accompanied me. The challenge-giver did not smile but instead pulled a gun. Several other men, dressed in the same black suits and dark glasses, appeared through the arches and pulled guns too. I fled before anything could be said by any of us.
(small note: no one ever steps on the grass in this world.)
     As I fled these men and they constantly pursued me, I found my elemental powers developing further and more prominently. Once, the men in suits had me cornered against some boulders on the side of a stream. Luckily for me, I was standing in the water and therefore able to use my powers. Faced with the possibility of death in the moment, I developed a new ability. I turned my entire body into water and flowed downstream, right past the pursuers. As I flowed past them in the form of water, they shot at the water, but to no avail. What use of bullets in water? Later I was able to turn right back into a person.
     I flowed downstream to an area that was dark, gloomy, and seemingly abandoned. The sky was a light gray, purple color, and overcast.  I walked from the creek to an old rundown railway station. Although I had assumed it to be abandoned, I discovered it was not when I was kidnapped by its inhabitants. I was taken to the leader of the inhabitants, I giant white fuzzy caterpillar that wore a fedora and smoked a pipe. His wife was a black fuzzy caterpillar and apparently, they had marriage issues.  I quickly learned that this group of people worked neither for the queen nor the men in black suits, but were a group of smugglers of drug dealers. They lived in rusted out rail cars that were still operational enough to transport goods without anyone knowing.
   Although I was never actually caught by the men in the black suits I would like to make a note of who they were. I'm sure they were anarchists. I knew this because it was getting around election time in the country again. I was a prominent figure in the public eye and people still believed I was in favor of the queen. No one knew about my newfound opposition. Also, no one in the queen's employ was permitted to wear black.

Magic Rings (Dream #14.)

         I went to an area of my grandma's  house that only exists in my dreams, and not just this dream specifically. It was a hallway on the second floor with about four rooms branching off of it. From previous dreams, I know that one of those rooms is a closet and another is an office. In this dream, I discovered a new room that seems to be a storage room. I looked through the cabinets and found three rings belong to my great grandmother that interested me. They all had the same ornate silver bands, but the gemstones were different. One was green, one was blue, and the last was pink. I wore them all at the same time.
      When I put the ring on, a new world seemed to open up before my eyes. There were spirits and monsters living and walking in the same world as us. The rings glowed and I became aware that each of the rings were endowed with different abilities. The green ring could control the movement of Earth and rocks. The blue ring could control lasers. The lasers were generated from some tower in the distance and the ring was used only to control and direct the lasers, not generate them. The pink ring generated shields that could protect me from both magical and physical attacks from spirits. I think that this realm had existed the for a very long time. The reason normal people couldn't see it is because there were also evil spirits in this realm and to be able to see them meant that they could do you harm. Normal people would have no defense for the attacks of the spirits, but because the rings gave me special abilities I was now able to defend myself from the evil spirits that I may see.
      One spirit seemed to stand out in particular. As soon as I saw the new world within ours, it was the first one I saw and it saw me too. Its skin was pitch black and it had no features. It had no face, no hair, no nails, no clothes, and you couldn't tell if it was male or female just by looking at it. However, with the new abilities also came a new feeling of intuition. I could just tell that the spirit was a woman. This spirit faced me for a moment before launching itself at me and attacking me. Naturally, I had to fight back, so I tried to use the abilities that the rings gave me. This spirit was strong, and she seemed to have the exact same abilities that the rings gave me, with the same strength.
    The battle raged on, us matching each other blow for blow. She would direct a high- powered laser and I would use a shield. She would throw a boulder at me and I would throw one back, meeting hers halfway. Finally, I was able to tackle her and pin her to the ground. I knew what I had to do to end the fight. I would have to split her in half with the laser, but there was a problem with that. I was on top of her, so I would have to split myself in half as well because I was in the path of the laser.
      For the first time, I heard this spirit speak. She bet me that I wasn't brave enough or strong enough to do it, somehow already knowing the plan that I was thinking. She was wrong. I directed the laser through myself and the spirit, cutting us both in half longways. It was odd, the laser didn't actually hurt at all and neither of us were dead. We lay on the ground for a moment, recovering, before we both got up a minute later completely fine. The fight was now over and the spirit didn't try to attack me anymore. I felt that I knew the spirit better and the spirit knew me better. I think I passed some kind of test that the spirit has made for me. It may have been a test to see if I was worthy of having the rings and using the abilities they were endowed with.It would see if I was worthy to know about and be able to see this new realm.

Freedom At What Cost (Dream #13).

        I had some supernatural powers to do with the sea, like coastal earth and water bending. Everyone in my family had some kind of unique ability. We, my brother, father, mother, and I, lived in a big home together. Mother and father were always very controlling, demanding that I stay with them, living in the house forever. For a time, they succeeded. I stayed with my family in that house for so long that I was convinced we had actually all died and were bound to the house as ghosts. The family I had was not a good one because the people in it were not good people. They were greedy and demanding and considered themselves better than everyone else.

      This house that I was trapped in was like no ordinary house. It was huge both inside and outside and no one would suspect anything as it appeared to be a normal suburban house in the good part of town. There was a room inside that looked like a sound-booth. It had red wall made of velvet and grey control panels with switches and buttons. Beyond the control panels was a window and a door which led to the most beautiful prison I had ever seen. It was a dome of nature within a room. There were one a half green hills covered in trees after the window, followed by a cliff that dropped into a lake. The lake was the common area where the family spent its time. They all seemed content with their lives the way it was, floating on tubes in a lake that wan't even real.  I spent my time under the water, away from them.

      I had tried to escape many times, likely over one hundred. Finally, I did and the first thing I did was run out the door and onto the driveway. I looked up at the sun glistening through the needles of a real pine tree and took in the smell of real fresh air. Then I decided that that's what freedom is, the smell of fresh air, the feeling of the warm sun on your face, the image of the blue sky and the bright yellow sun, the sound of birds. Freedom was achieved through being in a state of nature. I left the neighborhood and spent my time in the actual ocean for many years, helping sea creatures. 

      Eventually I decided to go back to that house; some form of curiosity drove me to it. It wasn't at all like I expected. I entered the room was the sound-booth and found that the velvety walls were dirty and scratched, the window was broken, and the door was ajar. Nothing was as it originally was and everyone was gone. Even though I had achieved my freedom, there was an odd feeling of despair seeing the mess I had made in the process. 

Demon Dream (Dream #12.)

The dream began as I entered the main room of a church where three other women and their grooms were also getting married. As we waited our turn to walk down the aisle, we stood on mats of construction paper which children had drawn pictures of people and families on. When it was my turn I walked down the aisle and stood at the front on a stage, looking out at the pews of people. I glanced over at my soon-to-be husband, a smiling man with short hair and a black tuxedo. The priest began to speak when suddenly I was thrown across the room. I landed against a wall, behind some chairs, and all I could see were three long, bleeding, scratch marks on my shoulder before my memory cut out.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a chapel-shed inside the storage room of the church. There were three soldiers around me in shiny armor. One was a young man with dark skin and a shaved head and the other is a man around the same age with pale skin and blonde hair the color of corn. There was also an older man with a reddish-brown beard ad longer hair. Their facial expressions told me that they were displeased, and almost seemed to be withholding information. They quietly told me that I was actually a demon and I was the one who crashed the wedding and killed the guests. It was news to all of us. They spoke as if to someone who was once much esteemed and now wasn't allowed to be held in that regard.  The older one told me I had to leave the church now, so the younger ones escorted me out. I stopped to put on a pair of orange socks because I didn't want to go outside barefoot. They grew impatient as I took my time putting my socks on. After I had one sock put on, one of the Templar soldiers put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I think the church is more important than your socks." It was as if my very presence was insulting to the image of God and the safety of everyone within the church.

Naturally, I went home to find that my family had gone insane and the world was making no sense. I had no idea where my fiance was, but I somehow knew he was alive. I packed a single bag full of belongings, and sadly decided I would run away and keep myself away from everyone so that the world may be safe from me. Oddly, I noticed that my car was floating above thee tree in the front yard. The lights inside were on and the doors on the right side of the car were open. I felt this was odd and might have been a trap, so I cautiously floated up to the open passenger side door. No one I knew would have had any reason to hurt me, except maybe now there was the cause that I was a demon. I looked under the car and above the car, convinced no one dangerous was nearby. I started getting into the car when someone appeared beside me and threw me to the ground from the floating car. It was the figure of a man, wearing all black from head to toe so that not a single inch of his skin was exposed. Even his weapons were black as night, and he never spoke. My memory cut out again.

This time when I awoke, I was lying on a cool leather couch. There were at least ten more of the same man, wearing all black with black guns, in the room. It seemed that the more of them there were, the more disoriented and close to death I felt. On the couch across from me sat a woman drinking tea. She was clearly pregnant and gave off the mastermind vibe. She knew exactly what was going on and began explaining it to me. However, I couldn't seem to focus on what she was saying. I felt like a caged animal in the household and something inside me was clawing and scratching the insides of my head. I had to get out. In the middle of the mastermind's explanation I got up and headed for the door, pushing the guards out of the way. At first they seemed to have n idea what to do, panicking somewhat. I reached the doorway, having one foot out before I was shot in the back of the head.

Dream #11. (I think)

I'm sorry for not posting in a while. I got preoccupied. This is a dream I had a few days ago.

I was a sailor an a ship in the Navy. At first, I was just doing my job. I had to fix and maintain machinery under the ship. A huge storm hit us while I was under the ship. This wasn't unusual because storms and floods were common in this world. I was fixing a broken part when I suddenly blacked out. The captain of the ship woke me up and told me it was vital that the part get fixed. So I got back to work. The storm was still raging, but had instensified. The whole crew began to panic.

The ship was engulfed by waves and I jumped ship to avoid being injured. I blacked out again. When I woke up the next time, I was on a grassy hill with the captain. The valley around us was flooded, but at the top of the hill was a golden tree. It glowed in the rays of sunlight and butterflies that surrounded it. The captain said it was the Tree of Life. I didn't know if that was true or not.

He took two worms off the trunk of the tree, putting one in my hand and one in his own. The worm crawled under my skin before I could do anything. It never died or hurt me, just moved around a lot, which I got used to. The captain said we were immortal now and we parted ways. He went back to sea captianing and I retired to flooded land.

I went to a local inn, where I thought there were some people who could help me. They turned me away twice, saying they were full. I had to explain that I only wanted to talk, not stay there. Then they let me in. I sat at a wooden table with a young woman and a middle aged man. I explained what had happened to me. They said I had been tricked. I never found out exactly what they meant by that.

What Is Lucid Dreaming?

Lucid dreaming is when you are aware that you are dreaming. You know that your dream is not reality. From this point, some people are able to take control of their dreams. According to recent studies, anywhere between 1 in 8 and 1 in 5 people have lucid dreams. These people typically are critical thinkers and have more confidence.

You may think that knowing you are dreaming may make the dream less real, but it's quite the contrary. People who have lucid dreams are able to feel their dreams more in depth, as if they were actually there. However, they know they are in control.

As always, feel free to post any comments, questions, or concerns in the comment section.

Lucid Dream Post #1

This was the dream I had on the night of November 15, 2015. It developed into what is known as a lucid dream.

I was trying to get somewhere and deliver a message in a certain amount of time. The only road that led to where I was going was blocked, as a demolition team was about to destroy a large building on the road. I talked to the guy in charge and he said that he would be able to delay the construction 90 minutes. The road was made of mud and I was walking. So I accepted the 90 minutes challenge/ offer and I started walking up the road. To get to the other side of the road I had to parkour through the building. This was increasingly difficult because the building was falling apart as I was trying to navigate it. I managed to get all the way through before the 90 minutes was up, however, I came upon castle walls.  

I thought this dream was getting really boring, so I changed it while I was asleep. (Yes, I am able to control my dreams.)

I recreated the dream so that I was in a small room, talking to some people and drinking. We were drinking socially, not to get drunk.

*and then I woke up*

As always, feel free to leave any questions or comments in the comment section and give me recommendations.

Shooting Dream

This is the dream I had on the night of November 4, 2015.

I was in the parking garage of my college campus. I saw a student at gun point and I rushed to help him without thinking. There was one man holding a pistol to the other man's head, talking very angrily. So I rushed at the man with the gun and tackled him. He fell to the ground, along with me. The other guy ran to go get help. So I was left alone with the guy with a pistol. I started to get up and try to tackle the guy again, because it was the only thing I could think to do. But he was too fast. The shooter had already stood up straight and taken aim at me. By time I was standing and running at him again, he had aimed the gun at me, but this didn't stop me. I tacked him once more, but this time he was expecting it and only stumbled back a few steps. We were both still standing. Then he shot me in the torso, around my stomach. I fell backwards onto the ground as I saw help arrive. The shooter had been taken care of and no one else was hurt. 

As I lay on the ground, I could feel myself waver in and out, dizzy and between awake and asleep. A police officer and the person I saved were crouched over me and they looked very concerned. All I could mumble quietly was "I'm going to be fine" over and over again. And I really thought I was going to be fine, but I was dying. It was peaceful. It didn't hurt and I wasn't afraid. It was like falling asleep.

Playground and Execution Dreams Part 2

Firstly , I would like to say Happy Birthday,Bezzle!

I had two dreams last night. This is the execution dream.

This is the second dream I had on the night of October 27, 2015.

This dream was split into two parts in which I played different roles in the same event.

role 1: I was a civilian in the crowd. I was a working woman, though poor, and a very dedicated member of my country. I was in town square, where they were executing a man. I understood this man was an enemy military leader. So I clapped and cheered as he was killed in front of the crowd. I was elated that our enemy had been killed.

role 2: I was a soldier under the command of the general who was about to be executed. It was just before the execution was about to take place. My partner and I were crouched behind the stage. We were incognito, dressed as enemy soldiers so we wouldn't be recognized. Our mission was to save the general, even if it cost our lives and we were fully dedicated to our task. We had a sword in our hands and prepared to rescue the general. But for some reason, we didn't. We crouched behind the stage while he was executed and it wasn't pretty. The general was put in stocks and stood in the center of the stage. Two rows of archers were lined up in front of the stage. The king signaled for the  archers to shoot. The first row of archers shot regular arrows, which hit the general in the chest. I could have sworn the man was dead, but the next row fired anyway. The second row fired flaming arrows into his chest. All the while, the general did not even flinch. His dead body was bloody and burnt, and his chest was filled with holes. I felt sickened, disgusted, an terrified. Perhaps the reason we did not help or rescue the general was because my partner and I knew there was no hope. If we even tried we would die, and so would the general. The enemies outnumbered us. Instead, we were not discovered because we did not execute our plan and we remained in disguise.

comment: I think this kind of dream is very interesting and I've never had it before. I saw the same thing happen twice, but from two completely different view points.

Playground and Execution Dreams Part 1

Last night I had two separate dreams. This is the playground dream.

This is the first dream I had on the night on the night of October 27, 2015.

I discovered a huge playground. The part of it on the left was for children. The other part of the playground was much bigger and clearly made for adults. I instantly raced over to the bigger section and climbed the stairs to the top of the slides. As I looked behind me I realized there was a long line of people that had formed. I  hadn't   skipped in front of them,  but they had come behind me as soon as I began my ascent of the stairs. I didn't want to go on the biggest slide because it went upside down at one point and I wasn't sure if it was physically possible to go down that slide without falling off. so I wanted to go down the second biggest slide, which was right next to the biggest one. Everyone was in line behind me, except for this one guy. He had climbed the stairs either before me or right after me. He and I had an argument on the stairs, but I don't remember what it was about.

Tips To Dreaming Sweetly

Get one of these, a dream catcher. I personally believe that these work. I used to always have one next to my bed as a kid and dreamcatchers brought me comfort. It is said that night mares get caught in the web and die. The dream catcher gives you good dreams. When I was a kid, I even thought they helped me remember my good dreams.

The best way to stop night mares, however, is to use your brain. You are in control of your dreams and ultimately decide what happens. If you don't like your dream, then change it. Easier said than done, but keep it in mind.

The best way to remember your dreams is to keep a journal or think about them as you get ready in the morning.

Elizabeth's Dream

My friend has given me her dream to interpret. I have never done this before, so everything I saw may be wrong.

My friend dreamt that she was blind, deaf, and mute. Everything she knows about the world, her friends, her family, her life, she had imagined  them. She had done this to get over the loneliness of being cut off from the world.

First I would like to assess some of the major symbols from her dream. These symbol meanings are courtesy of "Dream Moods" Dream Dictionary.

Blind~"to dream that you are blind represents your refusal to see the truth or your lack of awareness to a problem...are you refusing to see any other point of view except your own?"

Deaf~"...it suggests you are feeling secluded from the world. You may be closing yourself off from new experiences or shutting yourself out."

Mute~"...indicates that you are afraid to say something or fear of being criticized or judged."

Lonliness~"To dream that you are alone indicates feelings of rejection. You may be feeling that no one understands you."

Now that I've decoded some symbols I would like to discuss and attempt to interpret the dream.

According to me, the dream gives off a negative vibe. Losing three of your main senses indicates that you are feeling like an outsider. Perhaps you are purposely shutting yourself  off from the world. Maybe there are bad influences or negative things around you that you are trying to avoid; but avoiding these things is causing you a feeling of lonliness.

You should try to open your mind more, and be more accepting of the differences in others. Instead of shutting yourself  away or avoiding problens, find healthful ways to deal with them.

Sorry if this was totally obvious or completely wrong.

Memory #1

It was recommended that when I determined a dream was not postworthy that I would post a memory instead.

This post is dedicated to my friend Mad Langdon. She provided the prompt for this memory post.

Prompt: Drawer

For many years I had this dresser that was made of fake wood. It was falling apart and I just got rid of it recently. A few months ago I decided to take the bottom out of a broken drawer and free hand some art work on it. I used a rainbow color of sharpies. It turned out very well and I thought it was very symbolic. I entered the art piece I had made into an art exhibition. It was shown a few weeks ago in a girl's empowerment art exhibition as a side show.

Restaurant Portal Dream

This is the dream i had on the night of October 23, 2015. Please feel free to leave a comment of question below.

My family and I were at a restaurant. The restaurant had snack foods of cheezits and oreos to eat while you waited. My mother found a secret part of the restaurant that used to be a shop. All the signs in this shop said that most things were on sale for $1. I went behind the shelf of shoes and tried on a pair of tall blue, strappy heels. I was sitting on the ground as I tried them on. A waiter came in the shop an told us we weren't allowed to be there and we had to leave. My mother and brother left and went back to the table, but I didnt. The waiter didn't see me because I was sitting behind the shoe shelf. I took the shoes off and looked around.

I found a secret portal passage that led to another dimension. My brother had snuck back in the shop and we entered the other dimension together. On the other side of the portal we had to fight many enemies. We were holding weapons. I had a yoyo as a weapon, which I had not chosen, but was given. My enemy was a lion and I beat it up by hitting in the head with a yoyo. It was no ordinary lion, it was an evil lion. After my brother and I had had our fill of battle, we returned through the portal back to our dinner table. I ate icecream.

From then on my brother and I would return through the portal in the hidden shop in the restaurant and battle enemies whenever we felt called to do so. We were never caught and always returned within the day.

Enemy Dream

This is what I remember from my dream on the night of October 22, 2015.

I was standing on the beach of a small deserted island, when I saw someone wash up to shore. It was my enemy, the person who had been trying to kill me all day. He wasn't an evil man, just crazy, and he needed help. He looked to be starving and near death, so I made a deal with him. We were stuck on this island together anyways. I said that I would help him survive, if he would stop trying to kill me. He agreed and we worked together to survive and escape the island.

Symbols From Prison Dream

I had a very interesting and complicated dream on the night of October 21, 2015. It was difficult to remember, difficult to explain, and slightly unsettling. So instead of retelling the dream, I will post a few symbols (6) from it and explain their meanings. All symbol meanings are courtesy of "Dream Moods" Dream Dictionary.

City- to see a city in your dream signifies your social environment and sense of community. If you dream of a big city, then it means you need to develop closer ties and relationships. You are feeling alienated and alone.

Prison- to dream that you are in prison indicates that you are being censored in some part of your life. You feel your creativity is limited and you are not allowed to express yourself.

Riot- to see or participate in a riot in your dreams suggests you need to stand up for yourself...Alternatively, the dream signifies a loss of your individuality. You are involved in a situation that is destructive to your well being.

Hockey- to dream of playing or watching hockey is analogous to how you are achieving and protecting your goals. It also suggests you may be dealt with a lot of hard blows in your life.

(I happened to have stumbled upon a dirty bathroom in the prison. It was gross.)

Bathroom- to dream that you are in a bathroom relates to your instinctual urges. You may be experiencing some burdens/feelings and need to relieve yourself. Alternatively, a bathroom symbolizes purification and self-renewal. You need to clean yourself emotionally and psychologically.

Dirty- the dream stems from low self-esteem and feelings of being unworthy. You need to purify your mind, heart, and body.

Bombing In My Hometown

This is the dream i had on the night of October 20, 2015.

I lived in Ukraine with my family. We lived in a town next to a river. The bombing sirens were going off. Our town  was threatened by a neighboring country. There were bomber planes flying over the town. When they came near the area where a bunch of people and I were, we jumped in the river to avoid the blasts. There was a bomb dropped into the river on top of us. We all panicked and tried to run away from the bomb while underwater, which was really slow and unsuccessful. Luckily, that bomb did not go off.

When we got out of the water, it appeared the planes were flying away. The people who were still alive, and I fled quickly, quietly, and carefully to a nearby emergency center. When we went there, it looked like the waiting room of a hospital. There were lots of chairs. The person who was supposed to be in charge was no where to be found, so another woman had stepped up and taken charge. She was very preganant, in labor, but she was still leading. She had light brown skin, like an Indian, and sweaty straight black hair in a ponytail. She was covered in sweat and her uniform was very messy, but she still managed to help everyone.

Many people had fled to this center and it was crowded. A lot of civilians had lost their lives and their loved ones, and my family was no where to be found. We thought the bombers had left. There were no more sirens. But somehow I was able to realize there were more coming. I warned everyone around me and we all ducked and covered. People were crying and praying.

The bombers were aiming for help areas and emergency centers. The enemy wanted to kill us, even thoigh we had done nothing. We were there for about an hour. I was under a wooden crate, which would do nothing for protection. There were holes in the side of it. I could see that the woman in charge was giving birth. And just as she was the bombs were dropped on our center.

*and then I woke up*

Introduction

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Hello, this is a blog where I will post my dreams. I tend to have very elaborate ones and many people are interested in them. I would like to say that everything I write came out of my head, and if I copy anyone it is unintentional. Also, keep in mind these are dreams. Nothing I write will really have happened. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. Please leave any comments or questions you may have.