What Are You Dreaming?

[Mr. Green]

I have one or two companions. One of which is a forum member here. The scenery is a jungle but more like an urban jungle; more like a shopping mall with lots of leaves. There's a shoot out and I told him to put the gun down.

 

[Solidus]

Which forum member?

 

[Mr. Green]

Not you and no need to know. Dreams are put together based on whatever knowledge available. Some might call it our experience and/or the ego.

 

[Solidus]

That's a relief, thanks!

 

[Mr. Green]

I think it's a hand holding up a disk. The disk project some kind of a hologram. Electric blue, thin wall or parapet went up. There is a certain angular and slanted shape to it. A male form rotates within.


I am standing on the front of a large wooden boat. Maybe it is a ship. It is flying since I don't see any water. I do see that the rest of the boat is damaged and gone. I look up and see a gigantic bird of mostly blue and white. Its head or face got some darker marking or color on it. The wings are overly simple, like I am looking at an animation.

 

[Mr. Green]

I don't know why but this is a third dream of its kind now. I am in a 12th grade type of school. Maybe I am in one of those Philippines school for Christian/Catholic or just public where all student basically dress the same. Everyone basically dress the same. Everyone wear white shirt. All female wear navy blue skirt. All are Asian. Not sure if I am one of the student but I am not much older. There is some kind of a commotion and everyone are lining up to rush outside. I get the pressure that the commotion is a shoot out and thus people are continuously rushing out. An adult woman is glad that I have a machine gun to protect them. I am out now but student keep rushing out. A male student take out my rifle-like, machines gun, from my back pack, and hand it to me, on my right. There are only a few of my kind now. We are the only kind who were issued weapons. One of my kind was killed or executed recently. I feel the pressure to start shooting. But I see no enemy. There is only commotion. There is only pressure. I wake up and my muscles are tense. Both my wrist are burning like i ran out of energy. I certainly need more meditation than usual.

 

[Mr. Green]

A gross needle, sperm dream.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am in a class and in an auditorium. The large area is crowded. I walk down and across with someone. I am by myself and wanted to put my laptop bag away so I ask 2 person if i can leave it here, to do something. I sit down and there is a woman on my left. The area got much less people and much less smaller. The area seem to rotate as I am looking at the right side now. There is a nice woman on my right and smiling as she seem to be enjoying herself. The professor is teaching. The material from the small textbook, like a paperback, went by fast. We're at half way from the book already. I recall the course is a government class. The woman on my left ask for the title of the course. The professor wrote it on the board and apologize for not writing it sooner and confuse her. He suddenly seem young. I raise a question as the number of illustration or the number of example at the end doesn't match the book. He said something like he got it from his professor and that is how he(his professor) did it. This is his first time teaching.
I am at home now. It is dark outside. I walk pass my gate. I wield or in charge of a powerful force. I remember something that said or maybe I said it to myself that if I show proof that I only use it for good and not as a weapon, the universe will be ok with it. A dark figure is a distance behind me. He is standing by my gate. A sense of great fear came over me. A little light reflect behind him like a solar eclipse. He is a silhouette of a dark person. I raise up my cell phone, on my left hand, and try to push the button erratically, to get it on so I can shine the light on him. He take a few step toward me and said, "Merna". The fear is at the maximum on me and I feel extremely angry in self defense.

 

[Mr. Green]

I meditate, refocus my energy, emotion.

Dark outside. My mother's friend is picking me up. She's driving this subcompact vehicle. We are on a road I've been on before. She's driving halfway off the ramp and in a backward direction I usually drive. I told her I can do it. I took over and drive. I got back on the ramp and merge with traffic.
I am in a fast food restaurant. They serve fried chicken and other food. Meet old friend. The guy got buff. He got special treatment; extra food. Some kind of a commotion going on. A friend is hiding in the back, eating area, on my right. On my left is a snowy area, outside. I am in charge of a team of tough and buff guys. I direct them how to engage and break into this entrance to the under ground structure. 3 large robots came. They fight them on this snowy landscape like an animated game. They'll take care of it. I came back to my friend on the right.
I am in my old basement room. My mother came in from the basement window, from the outside. She wait for me to wake up. I went to the restroom, she's there too. I piss but into the bucket with keys and items. Crap, I clean it up. I came out to find my stepfather. Teenage girls play by my room. There's a new narrow stairway by my room. Exit/entrance outside is underneath an old stairway? A girl with possibly a young child, could be my girlfriend. Happy environment as I get ready to leave for work, with a friend.

 

[Mr. Green]

Story short, a train dream where I lead some people back home.

 

[The Ween]

Dreams can be stress relievers. I need to dream more.

 

[Mr. Green]

I've been playing Diablo 3 game again. Been late and I dose off. A white light just exploded with a slight sound. It feel like I got disconnected or connected for a fraction of a sec. I see it clearly as day.

Strange how a lack of sleep, with a certain level of stress, can cause me to hear my subconscious speak/think. This is far from the first time it happen. It's not who I am but I wonder what else make up conscious. Who am I, what are we?

 

[Mr. Green]

An arrogant type of male is readying for battle. He enter a yellow/gold pool the size of a bath tub. He came out more egotistical and ready to conquer.

 

[Solidus]

An arrogant type of male is readying for battle. He enter a yellow/gold pool the size of a bath tub. He came out more egotistical and ready to conquer.

 

[Mr. Green]

Laugh out loud.

 

[Mr. Green]

An arrogant type of male is readying for battle. He enter a yellow/gold pool the size of a bath tub. He came out more egotistical and ready to conquer.

EDIT:
An arrogant type of male is readying for battle. He enter a yellow/gold pool the size of a bath tub. He came out, totally covered in yellow/gold, and more egotistical and ready to conquer.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am barely asleep and I see a colored diagram of the inside of a body. I am not sure if it's mine. There is a heart pulse at the bottom of the stomach area, on the left, that could be of a kidney. An arrow from it wiggle it way up toward the heart and connect. And of course the heart pulse as well.

 

[Mr. Green]

A grainy motion of a nuclear, mushroom cloud. It look like a barely black and white static-like movement. I didn't think much of it.

A colorful motion of a nuclear, mushroom cloud. Colors dance around. At one time, the cloud is made up of blue/purple horizontal stripes. I already woke up but didn't stand up yet, so is this a dream?

 

[Mr. Green]

So I had an interview much earlier today. I dreamed that I am sitting at the small conference room where the interview took place. A person that look like a sales person, on the other side of the table, leaned over and say, "Congratulation". He's holding some kind of a certificate or award. Needless to say, I am overly optimistic even though I did well.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am back, back where me and my older brother and my mother used to live in Brooklyn, NY. Except my brother is not in it. I look out the door of the rental that we live in. The door to the apartment, adjacent to us were empty. The one next to it, and opposite to us, were also empty. I walk into the one next to us. Someone was sleeping in the bed, a construction worker, it seems. I discuss this with my mother. Obviously, they moved out.
She was cooking something for me. I was wondering why my brother is not here with us. I told her he got this egotistic/narcissistic personality. I lift the bed up and show her the fancy glass he bought but wondering why he left it there and didn't take it with him. We inspect the glasses.
There is a square hole in the concrete wall. I pictured a metal square plate in it. But I also wonder how the heck is it supposed to stop burglary.
Someone wanted to rent the place. He looks like an average man but bald. He offer some plums, and a lot of pennies, coins. I ate one of the plum and started counting. I wasn't aware that whatever added up won't be enough to rent anything. And how the heck are we renting the apartment and renting it to someone else?