Daemoons Dream Journal

[guest587]

i'm viewing through the eyes of a woman and child. we are on the run, there is a motorcycle gang chasing us through out the dream. the man leading the charge is hulk hogan. i kind of remember an entire group of people being accused and i told the police figures i would take responsibility if they let everyone else go. we were being disproportionately charged for stealing something like sour patch kids(candy). i am constantly being hunted by people in the hundreds. i wake up to use the restroom and when i go back to sleep im put in the same dream. i am cornered in some house. the women chasing me are tired of hogans direction thinking his leadership has continually left them dry. a girl gets some counterintel that makes her believe she's been on a wild goose-chase. they say all of this not knowing im hiding in this house where they are arguing. except hogan knows im close when he finds a well crafted cocktail made on the bar left untouched. he somehow knows i made it for my self in the midst of this exaggerated pursuit. i finally decide to face them and i'm no longer viewing through the eyes of anyone but my self. i jump over some fence, charge at a line of people anticipating me- i do some motion with my hands and shoot them forward sending an extremely powerful gust of wind at the 4 or 5 people lined up horizontally. this causes them to knock back as i run and jump over their heads.
i wake up to the neighbor hammering something outside.

[guest587]

I remember some kind of repeating contest where my German teacher would tell me I've won. I wasn't even that good at German. I drew a lot of unwanted attention this way... Some people were really coming after me. There was also a girl that really wanted to win. I decided to let the people coming after me go for it- so that the girl may win. She missed her first chance so I tried getting her to do her performance again and people started to notice. She was great. She was happy. There is a scene where I embrace her, and despite being in public, decide to consummate. It was great, there was a rush of energy between us. She liked it, but was also pulled towards her performance and having to choose- something.

I am also remembering the same people that were coming after me drugged me and put me under. They replaced my fingerprints, they modified my eyes. I specifically remember some kind of black paint for the fingerprints which got on my hands. As the drugs were wearing off I remember seeing the guy who was modifying my body make some kind of snarky remarks- it seemed like I was going to have to rediscover my true identity after they finish forcing surgical modification. They even attempted to alter my memories.

[guest587]

I am in a class like setting with my old high school friends. Brian is there, he is upset with me- he finds a post I made online and thinks it has something to do with him. He gets very frustrated and starts reading the post aloud- highlighting this aspect of me to our old friends group. He tries to poke fun- I can tell he is upset so I confront him. I ask him what he's doing and if he has a problem to talk to me in private about it. He doesn't do anything when I confront him. I tell him, if you're mad why don't you hit me? I send him his anger right back, and he freezes up and doesn't do anything. Instead he hires a hitman. It starts with our old car sales GM- Wally. I am "clocking out" of school like a job now and Wally is off in the distance taunting me. "Eric downloads porn!" He is trying to say something to get my attention in front of everyone outside. I ignore him and he continues to taunt me. After the failed attempt a second man approaches me. I explain to the second man I understand Brian sent him- that Brian is upset. The man tries following me around with some kind of recording device but the device fails after I've highlighted to him I understand why he's there and what he's doing. He gives up his effort to the third hitman. As they shift roles someone is asking me our relationship with Brian. Brian is there and says we're gay lovers. I look at him absurdly and wonder why he's saying that- he's also saying it in a way to try and embarrass me. When Brian is done trying to explain everything away- I get my chance to share my view, that we were friends working through difficult times. That I'd like to be friends but that I'm not interested in Brians assumptions. For some reason my explaining this to Brian causes an emotional release like peace had been established. I feel like a burden has been released. However, the third hit man starts covering me in vacuum sealed plastic. I am pleading to God as the man starts cutting off my breathing until Brian in the last minute calls off the hit and the plastic is removed from me. I remember the sensation of losing consciousness from being choked out.

[guest587]

the first dream I cut off, and consequently don't remember as much.

later i dreamt i was somewhere with such beautiful scenery. it was definitely a dreamscape, looking like a cross between brazil and ireland. there were these little islands with cities, with railways shooting up in the sky, and submerging down in the water. there were hills and waterfalls, lots of green, coves and rocks. a blend of old and new, industrial and also a bunch of homes or cities. my minds eye got a panoramic view and it was so beautiful.

i also dreamt i was playing basketball against a childhood friend jessica and was making 3 pointers.

then the best part of my dream, brenda was with me. we were at the airport with my family. brenda wasn't going to come because she doesn't like being there with my entire family. she had to focus on some kind of presentation. my sister was somehow stuck on my fingernail and i kept trying to separate us so i could be with brenda, who sat just across from us. i finally removed our connection and she told me it hurt her, both of us were missing part of our finger after doing so- and she went to mom and dad, she tried getting dad to be angry with me. brenda was just rolling her eyes working on her presentation- once i was free i went over to be with brenda. as weird as it sounds i started to play with her, she got on my back like a piggy-back ride(imagine if you will a woman 10 years older than me, a lawyer. that's brenda my last gf, yes we are playing like children in the airport). she is actually loving it. suddenly we feel so connected. i remember telling her i'm going to stand up now, and i stand up with her on my back. rock her side to side, run down and run up. we're smiling. my family is actually smiling a little bit too, they think i'm really goofy and strange, but find whatever happening to be nice- and it gave everyone a break from all their fighting.
i woke up smiling feeling like i got to spend a genuine moment with her again.

[Jitendra Hydonus]

Have you stopped seeing Brenda Eric?

[guest587]

Yes we separated a long while ago. I suppose there's still some unprocessed emotions. It was a pleasant experience with her in my dream.

[Jitendra Hydonus]

Yes we separated a long while ago. I suppose there's still some unprocessed emotions. It was a pleasant experience with her in my dream.

It is good when you can appreciate others who have gone out of your life and what the relationships meant for both of you.

[guest587]

I spend the first portion of my dream trying to find my room. These are special rooms reserved for wealthy people. Like luxurious dormitory. 17181762(When I tried to recall the room number there was clicking happening in my head) My room number is something like this. It's by 7's. I'm on the wrong side of the hall entirely. I manage to find rooms off by one number. 17181763. And somehow it's wrong. Everything here is very fancy, really tall doors and a special wood. Even my key is like a Mercedes key fob that you can talk to and it responds. A woman ends up helping me find my room, she tells me it's on the East side of the highway, we're on the west and by a completely different interstate.

We finally make it to my room. I'm wearing really nice clothes, they don't belong to me. Now that we've made it I remind the people I'm with that we have a dinner with a friend planned. No one wants to go anymore, so I take the car to meet my friend Braden. We're meeting for korean bbq. I'm driving a really nice car, it doesn't belong to me. None of this stuff belongs to me. I'm wearing a comfortable dark green shirt, slacks and dress shoes. The car is kind of navigating itself. We get there, and I am with one other person. I introduce him to Braden, Braden didn't bring his wife Anna.

There is a later scene where I am jumping out of an airplane. It's my first time, we're skydiving. I'm with a gentleman guide. My parachute is on a line which will pull itself. They tell me to jump out, I don't hesitate. I'm tumbling and freefalling in the sky. I'm scared but enjoying it. I begin to think its been a while and my chute still hasn't gone off. It finally goes, I look up and I see the chute above me. I feel safer and I start laughing. I look at the scenery below me and I am in wonder. I just keep laughing holding on to the sides of my chute.

When we land we begin a covert mission. We're told to steal some artifacts. I don't want to steal anything. This doesn't please the guide. Except, the stuff he wants us to steal feels like my stuff. I'm looking at a fancy sword, a bow and arrow and a decorated knife in a sheath. I take these items feeling like they were rightfully mine all along. As we get back the fun comes to an end there's a man asking my guide questions about me. The guide explains I belong to one of these ancient tribes and explains to the man I didn't want to take anything. We're kind of in a quarantined section of what feels like a ship. It's just me, the guide and this nefarious man. We're sitting in the dark in front of a hologram. The guide activates the hologram and is showing the man the past I belong to. I don't feel like we're all speaking the same language. I feel more like the level of a caveman in comparison. The nefarious man wants to take me away, the guide feels bad but is listening to this man. I remember seeing the hologram like a movie and it showed us at the beginning of our creation, a completely different form. It showed a type of dance like a war and it showed me holding onto an older man. There was some unresolved business between us and I suddenly felt a calling to complete, something. I felt like I belonged somewhere else. The nefarious man has seen enough and I am left in a stupor feeling like I am not where I belong.
There's something more here, something important, something I need to discover- they all want to discover, but the guide doesn't want to just give this(me) away... The other man demands it and the guide does what he's told. Still there's some kind of secret not being relayed... I can't remember, just that there is a traumatic scene here before I wake up.

[guest587]

i had an OBE. pushing out of my body was relatively easy. i walked out my bedroom. my dad was a little curious as to what he was witnessing from his bed. i went outside in the backyard. suddenly i was in a sitting position like in a chair and started propelling myself up to the sky. i felt no fear, i tried going to the stars. i was like a rocket. i saw a shooting star on my way up and out towards space. it was blue star-dust. things started to shake and vibrate intensely. the stars started to blur. i never get into space anymore. i tried and tried, determined. instead i woke up in another bedroom. i slithered out of body. i walked around the house and then woke up. as i lay in bed i realized the second OBE was a dream and felt fake. i realize i have to pee but i don't want to miss another opportunity. i lay there for a while before surrendering to the urge to pee and force myself out of bed.

as i fall back asleep i dream my family and i are all out in someone elses yard laying down in the grass. im throwing the ball for juno my girl dog. i throw it into the neighbors tree, it is a small shrub like tree next to the front of their house. juno gets herself tangled up in it as she retrieves the ball. my sister appears younger than she is. she is a child in this experience. she feels bad that we're in the neighbors yard just doing our thing. she gets herself up and knocks on the neighbors door. a man in a suit answers. she explains to him that our dog is here and got stuck in his tree. that she's sorry but she doesn't want to cause a commotion. the man replies something like, "i guess we don't have to shoot anyone then." strange...  before this dream comes to an end, i tell my sister she was right to listen to her intuition. it feels like i am telling her this from a distance, and like the words are being typed and represented on a computer screen...

in the next dream casey is there. she later turns into this african american man. he is asking for an instrument of mine. all i have is this long double layered kalimba and chrome paintbrushes. he takes the paintbrushes and strokes them against the kalimba keys. the sound produces the most wonderful and beautiful music i have ever heard. it doesn't sound like a kalimba it sounds like a violin. he's reading off a sheet of music and playing this amazing drawn out melody. my soul is moved by such delicate and ambient sounds. he hands me the chrome paintbrushes. i don't know how to read the music and ask him how he did that. he disappears and i am left with the kalimba. i try to recreate the experience and i am impressed i am actually making music. casey re-appears and tells me  it sounds like a melody she has heard before. i tell her i made it up on the spot. then i hear it again and say i can see how she hears so and so as a melody. i am really loving the violin/kalimba experience.

ps... there was a dream in between these two that i can not quite recall. just that it was its own separate adventure with my friend javier.

[guest587]

i had a dream that feels more like a culmination of events right before sleep. i was posting at the portal, discussing politics. i didn't know joe biden gave a speech the other day. i read about it, more so peoples reactions to it. naturally my dream feels more like the last few things i did were put in a smoothie blender to create whatever it was i dreamt.

i dreamt my friend steve was tired, like maybe i was draining him on his forum.
and i also dreamt that a portion of the US was covered in, "engulfing flames" with fighter jets flying out of the scene.

[Jitendra Hydonus]

i had a dream that feels more like a culmination of events right before sleep. i was posting at the portal, discussing politics. i didn't know joe biden gave a speech the other day. i read about it, more so peoples reactions to it. naturally my dream feels more like the last few things i did were put in a smoothie blender to create whatever it was i dreamt.

i dreamt my friend steve was tired, like maybe i was draining him on his forum.
and i also dreamt that a portion of the US was covered in, "engulfing flames" with fighter jets flying out of the scene.

We are faced with many troubling world issues that could boil into what your dream images portrayed; especially since we know some of the Masters have warned of a great challenge to the earth plain in the next three years. I would comment more, although my comments have potential political implications.

[guest587]

Feel free to carry the conversation on here or elsewhere. This is just a journal, and I realize it is a help to have because it shows varying subjects within. Like attitude, subconscious workings, astral projection, lucid dreaming, barley dreaming, memory and recall. Prophetic mind and mechanical mind. And so much more. Of course, we have differences of political opinion. Yet it's as you've said, meanness isn't a quality specifically tied to one party or political affiliation. Neither is kindness.

As I've said, it's actually a blessing to know people on such opposite spectrums of the pendulum called God. It's all God. Most folks forget that and start taking things super personal and suddenly people fail to live to another's expectations, even if that other is unaware they had expectations. But there's no fault for this. It's what happens when you dance with truth.

Truth is all there is, and we're having a personal experience with it. Which means we may not be on the same page all the time. And such is the reason for war.
Whatever your political beliefs, they're just that. Beliefs. Subject to change. I may disagree wholeheartedly, but that doesn't mean I need to be mean to you. So again, feel free to carry on your thoughts here or elsewhere. Or, feel free to keep thoughts to your self- if that's what you wish. Whatever you decide, I am indifferent.

I welcome your opinion as long as you refrain from throwing out petty insults, which is something we've both been guilty of in our relationship with each other.

Kind regards ~ 

[guest587]

Yes we separated a long while ago. I suppose there's still some unprocessed emotions. It was a pleasant experience with her in my dream.

It is good when you can appreciate others who have gone out of your life and what the relationships meant for both of you.

A practice I try to engage in and a belief I would like to live out...

I just want to love, especially women in a intimate sense. Whoever comes I want to give my all. If they go, I will move on and keep loving. It's not always easy to move on. So when I get in funks I try to remember all the qualities of the other person I loved, rather than the qualities that created toxicity. In this way there's an element to "us" and to the other person that is admirable. Holding the admiration in my mind is far more rewarding than looking at the world through a lens of anger and mistrust.

It may be that I forget misdeeds, and may be that I have to learn them again... But for now, in the present, I would rather be smiling than crying. LOL 

[Jitendra Hydonus]

I welcome your opinion as long as you refrain from throwing out petty insults, which is something we've both been guilty of in our relationship with each other.

Kind regards ~ 

Your words are not comprehensible unless you give examples. I really do feel at times I need to watch you and your posts because they are only the opinion of one person and their reality.

[guest587]

Well Steve, it just means you feel you've done nothing to insult me. But to dredge through the muck of our unsavory past as we try to create peace now is not something I'm interested in doing. Not that I can't, "prove it" but that maybe it's just not as important as the attitude we share now, together.