Daemoons Dream Journal

[guest587]

July 28th 2023

Haunted House, Spider Bite, Rollercoaster, Golden Dog Boy, Trombone

It was nighttime in a suburban neighborhood. I was with two other people, we were laughing and having a good time. I don't recall who they were. There was a haunted house while most other houses looked ordinary. We had to pay tokens to participate. There were different levels of haunt. I say I don't want to do the scariest so we enter three tokens which is a medium level haunt. We're enjoying ourselves like we're at a carnival.

The nighttime theme plays through out the dream. There is a wooden rollercoaster I used to ride in my youth called the Wild Cat. It's not so popular now days and so there's no line. I take this as an opportunity to enjoy it and get the front row.

In between dream scenes here I am having to do some errand for my Mom. I believe I am sent to buy a specific produce item. I realize the entire time there is some tiny squared spider, like a crab spider, biting my face. He is stuck to my cheek. I have to pry him off and he takes off a bit of my skin.

Now I am atop the rollercoaster, the scenes blend as I still feel the spider bite on the side of my face. While up there I am approached by a beautiful golden blonde dog. He is so happy. I wonder what he is doing up here. My friend Javier is in the background and kind of moves away from the scene like a ghostly apparition. I ask the dog if he wants to join me on the rollercoaster. He obliges.

As we try to figure out how to make the thing go, being the only ones, I am shown glimpses of the dog when he was a human boy. He was a human boy. A little boy who played with toys, and was made fun of in his community because he wanted to be a toy maker when he, "grows up." I saw the overseer of this community, and the people involved who had shunned this boy. I had no feelings or thoughts towards the matter. I only remember looking for the red button that releases the rollercoaster from the hold and gets us moving.

Oh yeah, how could I forget... An important detail.. I was playing trombone to some festive and live music in the background. I was making a rhythm and dancing side to side. It was a whole lot of fun. I'm not sure how but I was somehow paired with a beautiful female in this dream sequence. I think we are going to be mates.

Wake up.


July 29th 2023

Nicolas Cage and CIA recruitment, Crows

At first I dream Brian is showing me all these cars. Of course he has his Supra, but he has many other Supras too. His friend Moe and others are returning from lunch break and are happy to see me. I suggest to Brian he rents the cars out to people. He has all the cars to do it, and he has the lot. So why not? Easy money.

Later I am somewhere along the beach and see all these people with chickens and dinosaurs. They are like petting zoos for kids, one kid is walking around holding a baby T-Rex.
Nicolas Cage is here with his own property and is approached by a young man who works for the CIA.

We go to some underground facility and the young man instructs Nicolas to kill three black snakes as they are brought out from what appears to be an automated laundry shoot. Nic ask why and the young kid says because I said so. He disguises his hand as a snake and pecks their backs repeatedly until they are dead. "Death by pecking order" Whatever that means...
There is a really cool visual that happens here but before I go onto describe it I will say the young man confers to a redheaded woman in the audience that the old ways really messed Nic up. He says he can't believe he actually killed the snakes just because he was told to. It is implied there was some trauma from old training methods.

As Nicolas Cage finishes pecking(with his puppet hand) these black vipers to their death I see his shadow and a BUNCH of crows are emerging from his being- they aren't physically there, they are just there as shadows. His flurry of movement caused the crows to come out from his being, and once he settles back down- the crows rest back on his shoulders and his head. He is surrounded by black crows.

Wake up.

[guest587]

Sex dream: Titan, Red ambient liquid, Driven by Desire

So... I can try to make the details as PG as possible, what's strange about this dream is- I am at one of my two local coffee shops that I frequent. There's a new girl here and we just stopped and starred at each other for a longer than normal moment in time- and she looks very similar to the girl I dreamt of having sex with last night.

In this dream, this girl has multiple love interest. I am not a love interest, and I am not sure I love the girl- I am driven more so by carnal desires. The thing is- she approaches me. She enters herself into my dreams and leaves me with what looks like a valentines day card. I like the fact that I have a brazen admirer.

The card has all sorts of love notes written inside of it- one thing that clearly stands out to me is how she addresses me:

"Dear Titan,"
This stands out to me as extremely important. It's all I remember from the letter.

I see her and I feel this need, like I *must* have her. And she is ok with this, and she is ok with me pursuing her. She performs fellatio on me in public. She does this to show everyone her intentions. I am okay with this, even though there is a young man next to me asking if he can pursue her. I don't know how I feel about this young man, but he is there standing by the side observing and professing his love for this girl. He reminds me of someone by the name of Tim who I knew in HS.

I don't care at this point how Tim feels anymore, I am driven by extreme carnal desire to put myself inside her. Once I do, there is an energetic exchange between us that feels pretty good and wholesome. Yet there is some questionable energy too. I am not sure how I feel about any of it- except one word would be... Correct. Another... Good. Still, there is some uncertainty lingering in this flowing energy that I see as ambient red liquid with tiny particles floating in a type of suspended animation.

[guest587]

414, Hazrat Inayat Khan, A group starting with S

The time shows 4:14AM when I decide to get up and record.

In the first dream I am shooting a gun with a couple friends on moving targets. It's nighttime and we are practicing leading our shots. I don't want to shoot anything that's alive, we are practicing on inanimate objects. There is a young child hiding in the shadows as authority figures move in and begin hunting us.

After this I dream that I wake up in my bedroom and I am looking at a tall old book which is dedicated to Hazrat Inayat Khan. I'm sitting up in my bed admiring this book. There's a clear plastic film on the outside of the book which is holding all kinds of pictures and a personal note inside. I empty the contents out and am looking at these old timey photos of Inayat Khan. They are *very surreal.* The author has circled with faint, white chalk the different shaped eyes. It reminds me of looking at Casey's crystal photos- there are atleast two Beings imposed in these photos. The nonhuman eye is what is circled in chalk. I look at the next picture and there is something else circled, another odd shaped alien eye blended onto HIKs face. Each photo or painting of Inayat Khan is different, I am looking at different ET's superimposed.


I should also note I feel a fondness for these pictures like I am to keep them by my bedside to be reminded of him.

I hold the last photo of him up and the author of the book had circled something off to the right- but I look and I see in the depths of the black portions of the photo a ET somehow belonging to Hazrat Inayat Khan- but as a completely separate entity whereas in the other photos they are blended together- the author did not circle this one.

I notice at the bottom of the book on its cover there is a note written for me. This takes me by complete surprise because the book is dated something like 1936-1945.

It says something like... There are four winds but only one compass. There are different sects. I am called, or to be included in a group that starts with an S. I think the word or name is Sanjaya. Sanjiit?  S... Something. I can't remember. I'm not familiar with this word.  It was a great honor for the author to bestow this title on me. Even stranger, in this myriad of pictures and notes and other items found under the plastic film are cutouts of a family. The author somehow cutout a Mother, Father, my self and my Sister- and two older dogs. The author hand drew spots on the dogs and wrote, "Sorry I made them dalmatians." (I am a family of 4 with two dalmatians).

This really excited me- to the point I had to show someone. I did not realize I was dreaming- I was just getting up to show someone in the house when Aprils boyfriend started coming inside. I heard them chatting outside my bedroom door. I am eager to tell someone about this book, excited by all these details.

Wake up....


Did some quick research... I see the dream was trying to wake me up. Also. The four winds and one compass thing really stands out to me... Found this:


This biography recounts the life of Hazrat Inayat Khan in his own words, from his early years in India mastering classical Indian music and studying under Sufi teachers of the Chishti, Naqshbandi, Qadiri, and Suhrawardi orders, to his travels to America, England, Russia and France in the 1920s. During his time in the West he created a school of spiritual training based on his vision of the unity of all religions and the awakening of humanity to the divine within. In his unique form of Sufism, there are no barriers of race, creed, or religion. He did not see Sufism as a religion, but rather a way of life that enhances and fulfills every religion. Additional material and anecdotes from the archives of the Nekbakht Foundation. Published by the Nekbakht Foundation.

[guest587]

Healthy Physicality? Sexual energy, brawl, tank like vehicle

Heading back home! I'm on day 2 of driving, 7.5 hours left until I arrive in Houston.
I was up at 4AM but could not record my dream because I was first up to drive. So here it is, 5 hours later.

Carolina... Brian/Sean... Tank like controls.

What I remember.

I am piloting something like a 6 wheeler, it's an opened vehicle with two joysticks that run between your legs for controls. Forward, back and sharp pivot turns.
Carolina is sitting up front in a shirt and lacey underwear(I don't remember her wearing pants. Maybe a short skirt?). My friend is sitting at my side, just behind me. I can't see who my friend is at this point in time, and in the dream, who that person is keeps changing. Separately(and possibly simultaneously), there is another dream happening where I feel my friend Sammy interjecting his personality and concerns.

The dream I mostly remember is this:
Carolina is stretching, intentionally showing us her underwear. Enticing us with sexual energy. I stop the vehicle, walk over to her and forcibly pick her up and hang her over the ledge of the vehicle. I yank her panties down to her knees leaving her bare bottom exposed. I keep her position bent over and spank her, and spank and rub her 'flower' with my hand. I am being extremely aggressive and find myself even questioning what's going on as an unseen observer narrating to himself. But the mechanical part of me is enjoying this. I am certain she is enjoying it too. It feels good.

Suddenly we're back in the 6 wheeler like nothing happened. I am asking my friend if he'd like to pilot it, but as I ask I see Carolina look at my friend and my friend decides he doesn't want to drive the vehicle. They are giving each other a not-so-secret exchange of sexual energy in their eyes. Anytime I look down or away, or have to use the joysticks to make a pivot turn- Carolina is flashing her panties by stretching her leg out and rolling over on her side. She is doing this when I'm not paying attention, advertising solely for my friend behind my back.

This time I stop the vehicle again and walk over to Carolina and firmly plant my hand on the top of her shoulder. I squeeze it really, really hard and keep her sitting down. I tell her to "STOP behaving like that". I've completely put a stop to this energetic exchange. Then, I turn around and face my friend. Now I can see he is either Sean or Brian, the energy keeps changing. I tell him to "QUIT eyeing my girlfriend!" I tell him to square off. I tell him I'm going to hit him. He stands up and looks nervous. I explain that I don't want to hurt him or break anything but that I AM going to hit him. He takes a wide swing, I step back and realize he is at a disadvantage. He sends a kick with his leg to keep me back, I mirror his action and send a kick to keep him away. And then, I see an opening and I pop him in his nose. He falls to the ground.

The continued narration with my unseen self and maybe an unseen authority figure chimes in- "there, you hit him. it's finished." Agreeing that it's over, I feel this odd sensation of pleasure you can only feel from two boys duking out their differences. Also strange but I think the girl in the dream seemed to enjoy me confronting her and my friend, she enjoyed me calling her my girlfriend and the physicality of everything. Wake up.

Presently I am single and I do not talk to any of the people from this dream.

Before packing up the car this was the first thing I saw/read immediately after waking up from my dream:
Pantsless Florida man, 71, caught spying on neighbor through her bathroom window

"When detectives interviewed Henning, he admitted to regularly entering the victim’s yard and watching her through the window because he was curious and sexually motivated to see her naked,” Sergeant Amanda Sinni said.
Arresting officers tackled the peeping Tom to the pavement after catching him in the act, seemingly causing injuries to Henning’s face.
His forehead and browline appeared bloodied in both the bodycam footage and his mug shot."
https://nypost.com/2023/08/26/florida-man-david-lee-henning-caught-spying-on-neighbor-through-her-bathroom-window/

I thought that was a pretty unique alignment. And strangely enough, as I was driving the car- this song started playing and reminded me of the dream... And again the energy, "felt good."
https://youtu.be/TXGbhniTBrU?si=XM6FG22AirS3yRFP

[guest587]

Members at the Portal convene

I dream that the members at the portal all meet each other in person. There will be another person who joins us who finds content highly disagreeable but...

It turns out everyone who experiences these stark differences ends up learning something about themselves and eventually all the differences experienced at the board become no big deal.

First there were 4 to 5 members that meet... Then a older woman with strawberry blonde hair introduces herself to me and pulls me into a auditorium. Suddenly the "community" went from 4 to 5 members to about 20 members.

The people in the auditorium were sparse and spaced out, so I think maybe in the future we will have more onlookers at the portal but not active participants.
 

[guest587]

Three dreams. One individual, two simultaneous. William, Steve, Casey- three dreams- junk food, wounded soldier escape, child in class learning about multiple dimension

The one is this weird memory of waiting in a line to order/eat horrible junk food. I think we're at an ice rink/concessions stand. I feel gross in my stomach thinking about it. William is there. I make a comment about how odd it is all these poor choices, though if I am forced to pick I suppose I am most excited about ice cream. Unfortunately there are no normal flavors, not even vanilla. Everything seems overly synthetic and fake. The man behiend the concession has to help me decide and I end up landing on peanut butter. I ask him to combine peanut butter and raspberry, and this causes peoples head to turn like it is some strange and unheard of request. I am eating ice cream for dinner... Until I recognize an employee who has a makeshift HOT dinner with pears in it and a mason jar with chia seeds and honey- I wish I tried that instead. I am traveling with my friend Steve from spiritual portal, and we throw a mattress up against a mound and that is to be where we're supposed to sleep. We're traveling in some kind of old van and this mattress seems to be moving around with us from place to place.

In another dream I am needing assistance, escaping a heavily guarded facility. I've been injured and am drugged. There's no way to escape except for this person assisting me. It's like I was fighting in a war, and he puts a ski mask over my injured face and tells me in front of everyone to keep moving, make it down to such and such place. I barley hear him, I am bloodied and dizzy- but I realize he is disguising me as the enemy- one of these soldiers is serving like a type of security. I have to walk by him so he can scan my arm before I am allowed to pass. The gloves and mask the unknown help gave me belong to someone else and I slide through. I run to the end of... somewhere- like he said, and I see him there and we are climbing over a fence and slipping through a small passage at the top- 

At the same time, I dream I am a child in a classroom hollering out answers as the teacher ask them. We are learning about dimensions... A tesseract... A toroidal field? I keep raising my hand as the teacher ask questions, and I keep shouting out answers. It's like I am an overly excited kid. Sometimes the answers are wrong, but I know the answers- just, the way the teacher presents it means we have to add certain numbers each time. While this is happening, there is a group of people like an armed drill team pivoting in each direction recreating the answers as they attempt to move in unison on something like a basketball court. I have made two drawings. One is with Casey from the GTC forum in a spaceship. The child in me has drawn red energy all around her and the ship and in the space above her. It's a simple drawing but this red energy is swirling and it looks like she is being vacuumed up into nothing. As for a separate answer, a different dimension- I draw doors within doors so that empty space becomes these rooms. Like a sliding kitchen door- but all separate rooms neatly fit into this space.

[Jitendra Hydonus]

Three dreams. One individual, two simultaneous. William, Steve, Casey- three dreams- junk food, wounded soldier escape, child in class learning about multiple dimension

The one is this weird memory of waiting in a line to order/eat horrible junk food. I think we're at an ice rink/concessions stand. I feel gross in my stomach thinking about it. William is there. I make a comment about how odd it is all these poor choices, though if I am forced to pick I suppose I am most excited about ice cream. Unfortunately there are no normal flavors, not even vanilla. Everything seems overly synthetic and fake. The man behiend the concession has to help me decide and I end up landing on peanut butter. I ask him to combine peanut butter and raspberry, and this causes peoples head to turn like it is some strange and unheard of request. I am eating ice cream for dinner... Until I recognize an employee who has a makeshift HOT dinner with pears in it and a mason jar with chia seeds and honey- I wish I tried that instead. I am traveling with my friend Steve from spiritual portal, and we throw a mattress up against a mound and that is to be where we're supposed to sleep. We're traveling in some kind of old van and this mattress seems to be moving around with us from place to place.

In another dream I am needing assistance, escaping a heavily guarded facility. I've been injured and am drugged. There's no way to escape except for this person assisting me. It's like I was fighting in a war, and he puts a ski mask over my injured face and tells me in front of everyone to keep moving, make it down to such and such place. I barley hear him, I am bloodied and dizzy- but I realize he is disguising me as the enemy- one of these soldiers is serving like a type of security. I have to walk by him so he can scan my arm before I am allowed to pass. The gloves and mask the unknown help gave me belong to someone else and I slide through. I run to the end of... somewhere- like he said, and I see him there and we are climbing over a fence and slipping through a small passage at the top- 

At the same time, I dream I am a child in a classroom hollering out answers as the teacher ask them. We are learning about dimensions... A tesseract... A toroidal field? I keep raising my hand as the teacher ask questions, and I keep shouting out answers. It's like I am an overly excited kid. Sometimes the answers are wrong, but I know the answers- just, the way the teacher presents it means we have to add certain numbers each time. While this is happening, there is a group of people like an armed drill team pivoting in each direction recreating the answers as they attempt to move in unison on something like a basketball court. I have made two drawings. One is with Casey from the GTC forum in a spaceship. The child in me has drawn red energy all around her and the ship and in the space above her. It's a simple drawing but this red energy is swirling and it looks like she is being vacuumed up into nothing. As for a separate answer, a different dimension- I draw doors within doors so that empty space becomes these rooms. Like a sliding kitchen door- but all separate rooms neatly fit into this space.

It may interest you Eric I never sleep on a mattress when roughing it or camping. I’m use to the ground with just a sleeping bag. Although most my friends put down at least a mat …. The ground suits me fine or a floor.

[guest587]

In the dream world, symbols can be identified as having a deeper meaning.

It takes a conscious effort on the recorder of the dreams to understand their waking life and the context of their dream to form a possible interpretation. Sometimes no meaning is formed, and that's okay. Sometimes meaning is given as if from a higher source, meant to lead the individual down a path of discovery and understanding. I've experienced both.

[guest587]

Last night was group meditation at 8PM central. It didn't last long(for me), I guess I was feeling discouraged with my practice. But I tried... And when I was falling asleep(later in the night) I had a unique experience experience.

I began hearing a beautiful violin. It was phantom music, a 6th sense experience. And then I heard a man having a private discussion as if he were sitting in a dim lit booth, a fancy entertainment venue.

He said something about bringing on a European nation and protecting them in the war. I can't remember exactly. It was something like that, and it was implied we are in the middle of a world war.

[guest587]

I had a dream with Steve in it.

First I dreamt that he was weighing his views on the subject of COVID, government interference- and mask vs no mask. He was leaning in favor of mask and separately I think he showed favorability for Government interference with regards to controlling others and to help control spending. I can't remember exactly. Afterwards I saw the word Dragon on the back of a license plate. I've had a dream with Steve and Dragons before. And I think the license plate said something like dueling dragons. What I can remember though is that Steve was giving serious thought to the other side of his views.

I later dreamt he was in my neighborhood and I visited him at night, prior to a road trip. It feels like I am in the astral, and having a discussion about Sufi wisdom. The scene is both at night in a driveway- but there is a separate scene of a mess hall and lots of noise. In particular there is a twinkling star in the night sky implying distance. It's as if we're in two different locations. I mention something about knocking no more than 10 times total in ones life to reset, something. I told him I knocked 7 times intentionally and purposefully pushed my boundaries.

Later I phone him and tell him I've left my car in front of the house he was staying at. He thought my car was this big hummer but I told him it was the small blue sedan. This took him by surprise. Later we went on a road trip with some of my family crammed in the vehicle alongside us. My family and I felt Steve to be an odd fellow. Steve was driving and I told him to pull over because I had to pee. We were pulled over in Alabama and I suggested we would switch drivers every so often- and pull over for whoever needed to use the restroom as often as we needed. Steve says that's a kind gesture.

Wake up.

[guest587]

Mountain top, snowboarding, Castle, Preparations for War, Interesting Woman


A beautiful feeling of being a lone man on a snowy mountain top and I am snowboarding. I saw someone else do it, and tried to recreate the sensation.

Later, I am tending to my castle. There is to be a war soon- and I am making sure everyone in their positions understands their roles. Oddly enough I have cashiers and I am trying to get money for their cash registers.

Later, a woman- she is green skinned and at the same time, extremely beautiful- raven black hair... Orange eyes... She comes forward- I am thinking I must impale her with my Spear. But her Mothers energy appears behind her like a protector- I am thinking her Mother sent her to infiltrate my operation. Is she a spy? I spare her life...

Wake up.

[guest587]

Belonging to Misfits, Carrying out anothers Mission

I dream that I am with a few others and we burn down someone's food stand. We then meet Swami Vidyadhishananda, who is somehow connected to this person, and I feel bad for what has been done. It was somehow a part of the mission given to us, like it needed to be done but in my shame I try to tell him what is still salvageable. I am the only one of the three who takes the time to count the individual garlic bulbs and green pea shoots and explain to Swami there are 120+ garlic bulbs and over 100 green peas still good for sale. This pleases Swami and he blesses us misfits.

[guest587]

"witch of the world" ghostly tap on my right arm to wake me up

prior to this dream i am awoken by police sirens and a car with a deep exhaust. there's a car chase happening in my neighborhood, and you can hear the car with the deep exhaust screech his tires, hit his brakes, and make multiple turns and accelerations. there's about 3 police cars based on the noise i am hearing. eventually they all fade off into the distance and i fall back asleep.

i'm viewing through the eyes of a young man exploring a hotel. in the upper floors he finds a piano and starts playing it, there's an older woman who seems rather annoyed by the young man. he catches on to her presence and decides to leave, descending levels in this hotel exploring different realities on each level. the whole time this old woman is pursuing the man. i remember one level being outside, and a torrent of water gushing down a thin chasm. in this level of reality i remember my friends david l and william. i'm throwing a baseball and in another scene we're in my house- i ask if they want to get high before we walk out the door and pursue our journey.

the young man continues to explore the hotel and is confronted by the woman. there is a violent emotional(non physical) exchange between the two. but the young man tells her to appear as she is, because she is masking her age. she scrubs off the make up, and he says that's better. the woman introduces herself as a witch. and i hear very clearly,
"the witch of the world" and i am made awake by a couple taps on my right arm in real life. no one's here, fall back asleep...

[guest587]

dreaming in symbols
see through lobsters- closed door with overflowing water
i just remember hostile, regular sized, translucent lobsters

gushing water near the bottom of a closed door

[guest587]

a dream from the eyes of a palestinian child

A dream after a dream.

(Just a PSA, if it is necessary. This is just a dream, I am not taking sides with regards to war.)

I woke up and fell back asleep. As I was drifting I started to see a palestinian child sitting alone on the curb of a street. There were two groups of passerbys- and the energy was interpreted from the point of view of the lone child. We felt isolated and unwelcomed. The last group of passerbys were teenage israelites wearing suits. The feeling was they came here and now own the streets and were attempting to bully the native child.