What Are You Dreaming?

[Mr. Green]

The first part of this dream is forgotten. It's light anyway. The second, I walk to a large square entrance. There is no door or gate. Large rocks or granite makes up the perimeter of this entrance. They're old and so it's dark stone. A long eating, wooden table with sitting parts attached to it, is at a distance inside. A few people sitting on it. A large monster appear. It is slightly taller than me but so wide, it is. This creature is primitive but muscular and got skin like a dinosaur. The guardian ran toward me. There is some kind of force field, so it can't hurt me. But I raise my left hand and push it far back without touching it. It charge me again. Again, I push..., push.., push., push. It can't hurt me as much as I can't hurt it.


I am on a street or small public park that is open to the street. I sit with the few poor people. This is like old Paris or some city like it. They speak the language of the bottom - poor people choice of words. I wait on a small line to buy cheap meal. There is 3-4 people that I wasn't sure are part of the line so I went behind them. I decided to walk away. I probably don't have enough money anyway.
I am in an old subway now. I am probably in a place like London now. I walk the hallway and tunnel, all made of stones. I am lost and don't know where to go. Not sure why I am here as I can't afford anything anyway. Two young female is by me for some reason. They know where they're going. Maybe I talk to them or maybe not. But suddenly they drop a lot of coins and money bills for me. Other precious item also drop. An old man in a trench coat came, after they're gone. I try to, frantically, pick up as much as I can. He pick up a folding knife. Is he going to take it to hurt me? This money will last a long time for me.

 

[Mr. Green]

A similar dream. I am in a school office or just administrator area. School season is over. People there but they're not there. Traces of them remains like they just disappeared. They must've been celebrating something as I see cake and pie a lot. I even try some. Room after dark room, this is a maze. I enter another scene or another part of the maze. This area is totally different and well lighted. No people around but all I see is plants and young trees the size of plants. They strive but still manageable. All the furniture and cabinet are silver and mostly frosty glass/plastic panel. Wild and exotic plants/trees, some with flowers or leaves-like-flower, as I walk by.


I have a headache so I decided to meditate it off. This is the burning kind of headache and not the tired from working kind. It didn't work fast enough so I decided to sleep it off. I dream I am in a large square-size laboratory. I am working with a woman. Another woman and a fat man is around. They both seem inexperience. Connector to small hose seem to pop off. Water flowing out and they can't seem to put it back. The connector is made of clear plastic that gets mixed in with the clear water, so I can understand somewhat. I put down spongy towel to block it off. I help and direct them how to clean. A brown hammock is hanging by one of the side of the square, for no reason. I put it away. A fabric square cover for something is out in the open. Turn out it belong to a pump, so I noted it so. The fat guy is a mathematics guy who seems to be distracted. He did some kind of a simple picture drawing and math on a metal dispenser, for no reason. I tell the useless guy to stop it and clean up the place.

 

[Mr. Green]

I must be hallucinating again. Yesterday, when I am in the restroom and sitting on the toilet, I am looking at the 4 of the square foot vinyl tile flooring. These 4 square tile form a cross as it connects. Starting from the center, a 6 inch square rotates counter clockwise and then back, for about an inch. I am awake and it's like reality shifted.
Today, I meditates, and went to sleep. When I wake up, I see the sofa and furniture was stripped of its color. All I see is candy blue with a certain pink mixed in. It's like all that is left is the primer and then nothing is left but about a square inch of light yellowish, light green grid. Is this all that reality is made of?

 

[Mr. Green]

Listen to a few of T.S. new song last night and sure enough, a dream about her. She writes like her new boyfriend doesn't exist or she got wondering eyes, lol.

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I am in a contemporary house. I think I am on the second floor and on the left. I open boxes of statues. Her bodyguard probably come in and alerted someone or her. By now I have a bunch of model sport cars the size of shoes or sneakers. She come in looking like a diva. She got white skin and yellow hair at the top. She probably got her hair back to a pony tail. She have on a bug's eye type of glasses. It's clear around the frame but the rest are shaded. She look around and up to find who is the intruder in her house. I am thinking I got some model toy cars on the floor that I could still play with but I should leave fast.

 

[Mr. Green]

There is some kind of conflict. There was a gun fight and I must've destroy the facade of their business. Day light and the front of one of the business is mostly damage. I see a fat man sitting on his chair outside, by the door. The other business is also damage, on the other side of the block. The first business is call Wayne something. He communicated to the other business owner that he should move somewhere downtown. But who would move there, is the reply. My electronic business is the only one not damage, so I will attract the most business. The top overhang is new. I am laying on the roof. The facade is a little higher than the rest of the top so I can feel the 10 degrees raise.
Next scene, I see a blue Dodge Viper. I open the door and it is so thick. Somehow I won and this is all mine. It was part of a movie production or something. It's not a new model but still new. I am thinking this is horrible on the snow. I look down and see the back tire. I look forward and there is a wear rod, like a snowmobile, for snow. The scene change a little. I am sitting with 2 other person. They're shop owner as me. They say I need to put the vehicle back into the business. I reluctantly agree.
Next scene, I am in a contest. I managed to struggle into the small basement via the window. The door is locked. Other people trying to get in the two window with their hands and legs. I push them out. This space is mine. Then I realize this is like a prison and I am alone. Bars slowly appearing and closing the windows. I feel claustrophobic. I will not fear this. I will turn this into a skill. An escape artist skill is nice to have for a single, alone person. Everyone is suddenly gone. The sun is outside. I look at another familiar window. It got books and other items blocking it. The rest of the windows are clear for me to struggle out.

 

[Mr. Green]

My older brother is back but he is not visibly around. He have his luggage in my other room. I walk into the other room and I see black computer bag. All his luggages are black and all empty. There is a dark electronic control for some sound/video editing. In the closet, I see pieces of a fake evergreen Christmas tree.


My mother is back. She is talking to my younger brother that I never had, in the far room that is strangely not connected. The room is lighted by an old light bulb that is not white - not white light bulb. She said she will talk to me later. I am standing near the refrigerator. She open the window about 6 inches. She said she'll talk to me, behind the darkness. She have eyes like it's half glowing. My meditations allow me to resist this type of fake family dreams. Or maybe I don't meditate enough.

 

[WellCQCaboutthat]

Im....... dreaming....... of a quick christmas. More than the ones i used to know...........where shoppings cheap and online......... familys away and the roads are minimally white. Thank you santa clause.

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[Mr. Green]

People celebrate w/e they want. I just want the damn radio to be cleared of Christmas songs. It sounds sad more than anything. And hopefully no heavy snow. Had to skip fishing Saturday cause of snow.

 

[Mr. Green]

I meditate into a dream and within this dream, I meditate. I am in the CVS store. I walk the aisle and half the store is empty. The other half is nothing but Christmas stuff. I walk into the back room of this store where I used to work, a long time ago. I started to work, oddly by the door. She come up from the basement. She is my first and only bad crush. She is a little short but she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She wear light blue pants and whatever light color shirt that compliment her blond hair. I wonder what else or whoever else is in the basement. Suddenly there is a small monitor that shows the camera's view below. Dirty down there but all I see is a rusty cleaver. Voices down there. My old assistant manager is working down there with someone else. They're planning Christmas stuff for sale. My crush is working and minding her own business. I said, "Hello". She ignores me. She walk down the basement. I walk to the other side to put away plastic bags. Someone said to her, sometimes people deserve a second chance. She walk up. She take the other door to the pharmacy where she sometime work. I start my meditation. I remember Buddha's teaching: you can not keep what is not meant to be yours. I continue to meditate within my dream.

 

[OisterNeck]

I often have dreams that are like episodes of a story. I wake up, turn over, go back to sleep and it continues

Same here. isn't it weird?

 

[Mr. Green]

I am getting more dreams than I want to post/describe, so I'll leave them out.


Another train dream with my mother. I follow her along a train with cream plastic siding. We went pass the train track that cross the train's own track. She come to a conductor's little station. He lock himself in and there is no window. She is harassing/protesting that he should have insurance from the company. She hold a long stick and keep knocking the booth.


I am in a house that is my house but seem like not my house. A black cat with yellow eye, walk through an opening like a cat door. I clap my hand and it come to me so I can pet it. It went to another bed space. My mother is around. Her boyfriend and my somewhat step dad come in. She said he paid the rent despite only being here half the time. A long time friend of my mother come in. She writes a check for over $5,000 dollars, to me.
Next scene, a contractor was hired to paint the doors. Some kind of commotion and the paint is smudge. In the end, they left their large SUV or pickup truck in the backyard. It got the lights on. It got this strange overhang that looks like parts of a boat with various lights on it.


I am half asleep but I didn't want to get up. I see a black horse and a white horse pulling a chariot. It's flying in the air. It's not too high like in the sky but definitely over some structure like a white dome building.


I better get up before I get more dreams.

 

[TheCableGuy]

I recently had this very vivid dream .
I’ve always been single , and in the dream I come home and have a blond girlfriend that’s pretty cute and around half my age . She’s wearing this half shirt , and has major stretch marks that I didn’t notice that much before . She also had three kids in the house , and I only remembered her having one when I met her .

I have to quit eating pizza late at night, gets me ever time lol

 

[Mr. Green]

I am with Hugh Hefner. He is looking for a woman. A man is fixing him up to look good. He walk to the side of me. I am not sure if it's Hugh or not. This person got peppered hair and beard. His grey is not total. It got a mixture of black in it now. He got on this tuxedo or smoking jacket. It is black but got a wide vertical stripe from top to bottom and on both sides. It glitters a little. He wanted a woman in her 60's. I am thinking he needs to aim higher. We're at the corner of the wooded area of the front of a mansion. He show him how to walk with his hand. He moves so suave, almost like a character in a cartoon.
I see Hugh meeting the woman now. He looks his old self with the jacket on. He is smoking a cigarette. She is also smoking a cigarette and sitting down. He about to sit to the side but he decides to sit opposite her. He switch to a cigar to smoke.
The scene switch to the match maker. She is talking to the other match maker. The other match maker said something like, "oh, come on, that is the kiss of repulsive". The two women continues to talk.
I am in the next scene or a new dream. I walk the hallway of dark granite and similar dark granite column. A couple of people is with me. I turn the corner and walk to a dark wall. The whole side is totally black. I didn't physically enter but my mind enter it. There is no other side or exit. I keep saying, "Where am I". All silence but like there is my echo in this darkness.

 

[Mr. Green]

I must be in a nursery. I see lots of flower plant. I pick up a small flower plant in a cup. There are a few bundle of them placed together. They're like alfalfa spout but yellow. They strive in heavy water. The cup got worn crack at the top and I almost spill it.


This must be The Walking Dead themed dream. I am outside of my old house. In the backyard is a large wire fence in the form of a maze. It got short wire fence inside to break up and channel attacking zombies. Some kind of fabric or panel is on the fence to block some visual. But there are no zombies to be seen, only potential attacks.
Next scene I see Maggie Greene(Lauren Cohan). She is an ex-model. She looks attractive as she can be with her makeup on. She come to this modeling agency woman who said to her, "you're not as attractive as you used to be". Maggie open the back door to see a young boy. She is being match maker with this boy? The whole place is old and heavily rusty, like a junk yard.
Next scene, I see a tough guy type of character. He is preparing to look for Maggie. His old mechanic partner will help. Obviously she ran away from this old and rustic place too.
Next scene, I am back to my old house. A square truck just pull in on the side parking. It is semi-dark and the head lights are on. The tough guy is looking for Maggie. On the far back of the maze, a woman crash her car into the maze.
Next scene, I am working or at a gathering; a semi-dark environment. A large guy walk in with someone else. He got gigantic forearm but small hands. Maybe my dream is telling me my hand is a little swollen, from work.

 

[Mr. Green]

A couple of suicide dreams that I put an end to.


I am in the basement of my old home again. I am at the kitchen sink. A large cat like a Bob cat walk in the basement stair. It is as large as a mountain cougar. It wants me to join it and its smaller cat friends outside, to play. My mother is in her room. I said to her, "You are dead. Why are you here". No response.


I am at the top of a very high metal bridge. Somehow I am falling. Water quickly coming into view. I am standing on the calm water now, like I have been all along. No fear.


I walk the beach. I launch my large kayak into the water. There are large wooden poles or pilings. I went past the poles but large waves approach. They're about 8 to 10 feet high. I see a young blond girl, in the water, ahead of me. Another is behind me, on the beach.

 

[Mr. Green]

I went to my neighbor's little house on the left. It looks like one of those miniature wooden trailer home. They have lots of kids. I walk up the front porch and see a werewolves's eyebrow. It is long gray. The wolf is beneath the stair. I walk in and the living room is full of kids. The wood floor, by the closet, seem like it's alive by the wolf below. I open the closet door to find a kid hiding, so I take him out. The large wolf almost got him. This house is full of kids. The whole scene looks like a cartoon-like dream. I climb over the top bench of all the kids and lead them out.

 

[Mr. Green]

I left my crude car, that I built together, on the parking somewhere. It seem to disappear. Someone in charge is impress with how I built it. He offer me a nice job. He bring out an old engine that he can't seem to put together. Another mechanic is there too and he can't do a damn thing. I pick up a long screw with a hollow hole. I stick in a screw-like nail inside it and put together this engine. I seem to have an import skill in this dark, dirty mechanic shop.


Another Walking Dead type of dream. I am on this large, large, circular, rotating entrance/exit. I am safe but there are no zombies around anyway. Another scene, I am confronted with some kind of circumstances. Someone is in charge that looks like Negan, is around. He got a few girlfriends. His group is forced to make a decision. They're out of food and someone have to be picked for meat. I can save them or not. But I am safe. Strange how I stopped watching TWD series, for some time now.


I am foraging from the beach. I have a white bucket and a tub to fill crabs with. They're Dungeness crabs. I see them hides in the muddy sand beach. The tides keep dropping. I look back from the beach and I see a red sport vehicle that could be a corvette. I look toward the water and there are others ahead of me. The field or scenery seem to change to an open park. I am at a fence and picking silk squash. People seems to slowly follow me. I see crickets on the ground.

 

[Mr. Green]

Second part to an older dream so I might as well post. The first part, I am in a nice open space of a house. The house have 80's style to it. Cobblestones fireplace, large glass walls, glass table, and fake green plant, make up this place. The second part, I explore and I see a co-worker climb the fence with a corn on the cob, in his hand. Someone else too, is climbing the fence and stealing from the owner's farm near by. I can sense the hospitality of the owner for me and people stealing from him, while he's away. This is a morality dream I guess.


I am looking for a new job. My brother is with me. We are at a table and in a restaurant. I look at my cell phone and see a few email. I got a new job and it's crappy as ever. Seem like this job is basically me driving customer vehicle from one, small, parking lot to another, larger, parking lot. We walk out the restaurant. He walk ahead of me. Lots of people around. Some attack me. I swirl around like the wind and wake up.


Oh ****, I thought I kept a distance from T.S. material, but no, another T.S. dream. She just wrote a new song, so she have people over to hear it. There are only one girl and two young guy. One of the guy probably painted the mural on the wall. The style of the painting is like a very crude version of Michelangelo. The first painting I see a naked man flying away, with his fist out like Superman. He's muscular like one of the Greek gods. I see a close up of him, with his blond hair, and the fading beach behind him as he fly away. The next room, T.S. seem to be singing her new song and in front of the second mural. The second painting, I see a blond woman sitting on a rock, against the wave. She is raising her left arm and in front of her is the muscular blond man. He is floating like a few inches above the water. The way the painting is done, it looks like she is giving him a ********. So weird. There are water, palm tree, and other land mass around. The two young guy doesn't seem impress. I walk back and pass the first mural. I sit on the couple of steps and put on my yellow converse shoe. I have a little difficulty tying my shoe laces. It must be a high top.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am supposed to meet someone or a very few from far, far away. This someone or they will travel here. I see an old silver or metallic airplane flying. It have an old style when aviation was in its infancy. They arrive but we all have to go through reverse aging to communicate. I went in this frosty glass room. In a big blanket, I take down my huge underwear. My mind is the same but I think I am in a child body. I walk out and to the left. A little girl walk a few step down. She looks like a creepy living flesh doll. Long jaw with a chubby chin and a chubby cheeks, she looks like her old skin is stretched and placed on a child body. Flaky skin like she got dandruff.

 

[Mr. Green]

Another mother dream. She is taunting/teasing me. I won't get into the details.


A horrible/tragic dream. I am a scientist. I am in a large room like an airplane hanger. On the right, I have a small ship ready for flight. It's small like a plastic origami plane. My wife is dead. She is somehow transferred into a card. Her or her conscious is speaking to me, once in awhile. On the left side of the hanger are angry people after me. They're prison inmates or people who want their money back. They're coming to violently hurt me even though I see no one. I drag the sliding wall to close it off. They can't get past. I see the loose hanging door at the end and I see no one on the left side but they're coming soon. I place my wife's card on the plane. My dead child's card is already on it. I place a necklace and other simple jewelry by my wife's card. I place control mechanism card on the plane as well. I try to aim the plane toward the sky and a certain planet but the roof keep blocking it. I am just going to launch it as it will correct the flight distance automatically, I told myself. I pull down the large door or glass window to launch. There is a woman outside looking for my wife. She is a friend of her. All these obstacles are driving me crazy. I launch anyway. It fly out but land outside the highway. It turn into a small, dark, brown bird. There is a distance between the highway that is under construction. I see broken rubble of concrete instead of grass. Invisible threat from those inmates are out and after me. I keep chasing the little bird, trying to get it to fly into space. There is no point, this bird is not meant to fly that high. The sounds of these vehicle from the highway alert me that this is a dream. The sound is outside my house. Why didn't I wake up earlier? My subconscious is dragging this dream.