Daemoons Dream Journal

[guest587]

Steve, I had a dream with you in it- you were married in the dream world:

i dream my friend steve pays me a visit up in pennsylvania. it's our first time meeting each other in person. he drove up in a sort of RV. my aunt is a bit nervous. i hug steve and he is very quiet observing everything. it's not at all what he thought. we're all in the backyard and i'm playing baseball with some of the cousins and steve's wife appears. she's an indian woman. my one cousin becomes very interested in her. steve becomes more lively now that his wife has arrived and he is excited for the opportunity to teach the children meditation. the reason my aunt is nervous is because there is an image of monks in red robes chanting, the entire dynamic challenges her religious views.

[guest587]

1/22
floating in the sky, mudras, giant orb, seeing friend in 7th grade- time travel?

i'm high in the sky levitating across, my body is in its upright position and i am doing different mudras. i am able to create a massive black orb. i ask someone what im supposed to do with it, that i haven't learned how to "catch" my orb. i hold it up to the sun, from this angel they look to be equal size- but of course, the sun is much larger. i am admiring the creation. i look down at the ground below me and i see these human/rat hybrids giving these people a hard time. i decide to descend the orb towards the agitators, it explodes into a gust of wind on impact- pushing the rat hybrids and the other people into opposite directions.

in another scene i am teaching a class how to drift on a basketball gym floor in their socks and we're advancing along in progression with some kind of game. i am with chase, my old buddy, and we notice a young sean in the crowd among the 7th graders. sean should be with us, our age(mid 30's) but there he is as a young 7th grader. i look at chase in bewilderment. have we traveled back in time? chase tells me to "keep moving along" which is uncharacteristic of him.

[guest587]

1/23
dark/heavy atmosphere, chase scene, baby eric, girl mentions Azazel

in the first portion of my dream everyone is of african american descent,
i am in a dimly lit, heavy atmosphere, lone part of a mall.
i am walking down a hall, and i am forced in the same direction as a woman in front of me. she is wearing a brown fuzzy winter hoody. she has black pants and those boots that seem popular among the girls. uggs? she thinks i'm following her and her energy is tensely scrunched up in her self. she keeps looking back and starts getting angry. she has a plastic straw wrapped in paper and tears off the bits of paper from the top, rolling it into a ball with her finger tips and pelts them back in my direction. she grunts as she does this. i don't know if i should be offended and say something or just leave her alone. i choose the latter.
as we round the corner the place becomes densely populated. the atmosphere is still rather heavy. there's a bunch of police officers off to my left. they are of low rank or entry level. some of these officers look like children. maybe young men in their early 20's. i think i am witnessing a police station, there's a congregation of officers while some are being dispatched to their proper station. i see one higher ranked official working a double as a security guard in this walmart styled facility. he has multiple firearms attached to his persons.
as i'm walking through the mall, a police officer is escorting a man in handcuffs off to my right. they are headed towards me, not away from me. as they get closer, the police officers face scrunches up with pure disdain and suddenly they're working in unison to attack me. the man in handcuffs is extremely swol wearing a muscle tee and the officer takes his hands off of him and they both bum rush me. the feeling is like they want to kill me. next thing i know a chase ensues and i am trying to flee this place. i am running through corridors and it feels like the energy behind the chase scene amplifies. what started as two adult men feels like maybe three or four. maybe even five.
i break through the mall and into more private sectors. there's a man who appears as some professor wearing glasses and thumbing through loose papers. i plead with him that i need to "get out of this place" recognizing the windows behind him leads to a parking garage. when i see this, it's a relief, and without waiting for the mans reply i break through the windows and go out into the parking garage. i rush down another narrow hall, and close this heavy door behind me. i lean up against these guard rails and use my weight to keep this giant lever in the locked position. the men on the other side of the door are trying to bust the door open. i keep it locked with all of my strength. they are giving it everything they have, i can feel the violent shocks of energy through my legs with each ramming attempt. this goes on for a solid few minutes before their efforts begin to wane- once i realize there's less attention on the door i make a run for it. it's night time outside but i am no longer in the parking garage- i managed to hop over some fence and am wondering how to get home. it feels as if i'm in an entirely different state with no clear understanding of where i'm at. all i know is i can't go back the way i came.

wake up.
i use the restroom and as i'm trying to fall back asleep i recognize the potential for an OBE, the creeping sensations one associates with sleep paralysis is present. having this fearful dream i opt in to turn on my side and ignore the pulling/over powering force and instead decide i will sleep more. a part of me questions whether i should have explored this opportunity- and what message is trying to be relayed from the first dream?

the next segment of dreams is more scattered like, with only seemingly random details. there's more information here, less sleeping time, and multiple scenes.

i believe in one scene i am at my house. everything is as it is and i am communicating with my childhood friend and neighbor sammy long distance. sammy and his family are korean. i seem to be communicating with him over the phone into late hours/early morning. i tell sammy that eventually i need to go, as we are nearing 3 or 4AM. as soon as i get off the phone someone rings our doorbell. i don't want to answer. i go to see who it could be at this time of the day without making myself visible and it's sammy's dad. my mom apparently got up to answer the door and we're all outside now. his dad seems drunk with joy. he looks younger too, he has more hair than i remember. he is trying to share some good news about a new job. that's all i seem to remember at this time.

in another scene two distinct things happens- a dream with back to back details(foreground) and a separate dream blended in the (background). the foreground: i am again at my house except this time it is day time.  there's a baby named eric. my dad is playing with the child. i am out there as well, playing and observing. eric is like my baby brother, around 5-6 years of age(i don't actually have a a baby brother and can only assume this is me as a child). he wants to play in this tree. so dad takes him to the tree out front. dad is grabbing eric by his shirt and raising him high up in the sky and low down to the ground, all while hanging from some branch. eric is laughing and enjoying all of it. dad lowers eric into my arms and i throw him back to dad. baby eric is climbing the tree on his own now- dad becomes more of a giant hand than a body. this hand again grabs eric by the shirt- the shirt is all bunched up in this fist and baby eric is thrown about. you would think it rather reckless but the kid is loving it.


in the background: scenes of the mall are again apparent. this time the people here are white or hispanic. i'm in a room where people are being submitted to the police. not before this we're removing these tatoos off these kids in a private room. i am just observing everything. "we" are using "microrazors" to remove gang affiliations from our people. it's a painful process, especially since some of these kids are completely covered in tattoos which are of an incriminating nature. one kid, with a shaved head, is convincing the other it's not so bad. i look where the tattoos used to be and the person removing them has turned the removal process into an art. there's blacked out ink and hallowed skin creating depth and shadow. there's new symbols over the old, things like thin branched out lightning bolts. some skulls are left on one of the kids. all that's left in my memory are these razorblades hanging on string and the idea that they're being used to shave off skin.

in the foreground: somewhere here, after playing with baby eric- there's a transition towards the neighbors house. i remember me, as the adult observer, navigating over some invisible line shifting towards the neighbor. in order to do this i am having to carefully jump across the lawn which is covered in dog poop. i am trying my darndest to avoid the poop but by my own momentum and the sheer amount of it, i end up at the very end sinking the ball of my foot into some. oh yeah, i am barefoot in the yard. so i'm scraping it off a nearby rock and using the grass to rub dry.

the neighbor is a white woman with blonde hair. she works for popeyes chicken. she thinks i'm her nemesis. i'm not, but she has this competitive nature in her and she installs me as some rival figure in her mind.

while this is happening there's a few people, my self included, rushed up to the side of my house. i'm pointing out to dad there's a leak. what should be covered is exposed on the bottom corner- there's really intense water pressure shooting off the side. dad tries to touch it and it stings his hand because of how intense the pressure is from the water coming out. i remember an image of him, or myself, touching a brick and suddenly more cracks start to spread through the house. we're told to be careful, and this is something we need to repair.

back towards the woman who works for popeyes. she is very artistic and creative. she has come up with a new design for storing fried chicken to-go. it's a dark green microwavable, plastic air sealed bag shaped like an entire fried chicken. it has a spot for the breast, the legs- and resting underneath it are mashed potatoes and a flaky biscuit. in my mind i'm thinking the neighbors will love having this- but i also question why so many people love fast food when i have healthier options for them? my sister is with me and i tell my sister, "i don't really like the fried food but i'm tempted to try the gravy with the biscuit."

the focus has shifted towards the woman who produced this new to-go dark green baggy. there's a word given to me here that feels strange and important. now that i'm awake recording, i believe this word was given to me as a clue.
the girl who works for popeyes is now chronicling her dreams and keeping a journal. she is telling a story about a man who moved into her work place- even though they're both popeyes workers she says they are both more artistic in nature and she is falling in love. the word she uses to describe his eyes is what felt important... she calls them, "Azazel Blue" eyes.

so much energy is put on the word azazel that I wake up.
end log... 

[guest587]

Azazels Eyes, continued?

I wanted to hop on and record, even though it's only 3:35AM...

Something really nice happened in meditation last night before going to bed-
I briefly heard and felt the sounds of whales. With closed eyes it felt like I was a whale communicating to other whales. I felt the depths of the ocean and the longing of sound pushed out from my Being. It was brief, but it was quite magical.

I am practicing no electronics 30 minutes before bed, and also increasing my meditation routine.

The dream I just woke up from- again had to do with "Blue Eyes" Is this Azazel Blue?
I dreamt I was at work with my coworker Ramona. We were a little busy- I was helping someone who wanted to offer me a job in private. He never got around to fully explaining the job because Ramona came in. Later I noticed a litter box needed cleaned, it belonged to a cat. Ramona said the cat might be dead- apparently Sharon(the owner) left us in charge of cleaning the litter box. Our responsibilities are considered a shared effort. After she suggest it might be dead, an absolutely beautiful blue and gray cat comes out from her house. She hasn't eaten in a while, is a little skinny.

I am speaking so sweetly to her and encouraging her to come out from around the door. I am knelt down and have my hands by the door. She is obliging me and feels comfort in my voice. Her eyes are ICY BLUE. And her fur is also this majestic blue. Something about this blue...

Suddenly the cat shapeshifts into a beautiful girl with Raven black hair. She has fair/pale skin and she is talking to Ramona and I like a human. She is explaining that she hadn't eaten in a while. I am suddenly feeling encouraged to feed her and to clean her living area.

At the same time, another customer chimes in and pulls me away from my desire to be with this majestic Being.
I am obligated to help the customer, and hope Ramona completes the task of feeding our feline friend.

The customer wants me to try a "mango shot" she made because its "habanero level" is "100" She pulls me to the back. The mango shot is a chunky, pulpy drink. She takes a little in front of me. I follow suit and we share the same container. She is eager for my feedback. We are smiling because neither of us think it too hot. She tells me it's the best drac'un drink she's had in a while.

Wake up...

What's really nice is there is a beautiful thunder storm happening outside... I am really enjoying the sounds. Coinciding with my practice of meditation/no electronics- it has been raining for the last three days. It feels very healing and I got to enjoy sitting in the rain yesterday afternoon. = )

I am recording right away because this is the second night in a row the "Blue eyes" are mentioned. Yesterday was, "Azazel Blue"

I did not want to forget.

[guest587]

I have recently had a dream of a powerful fire god. There was such an in depth story behind him and a woman that I was emotionally drained and woke up a little depressed. Since then I have not had many dreams. Instead, I have been dreaming of sleeping. Last night I was dreaming of laying on bleachers and a man was trying to wake me up. But I was so tired I was choosing to sleep and rest.

Curiously, I woke up near 3AM to physical knocking on the bedroom door. No one was there, that I could see- but the knocking was gentle and nonthreatening.

[tides2dust]

spider hybrid, OBE, alex jones

i dream that i am a human spider. some sort of hybrid, i have wrapped my self in silk like a cocoon. at the same time, a separate layer of dreaming, i am in the shower. as i'm standing there i'm receiving the visuals of this deeper layer. like i am discovering some aspect of my self. it is connected to the spider. there's something kind of caked on my skin that i'm peeling off in the shower. i want to say it's a blue/purple plaster like material. there is a profound emotion dominating the energetic field.

later i have an OBE. the visuals behind closed eyes were incredible. and suddenly the ringing comes in fast in my left ear. the body is shutting down too fast. but i am still awake. i raise my arms up and realize i've raised my astral hands out of my body. but i'm still laying in bed. it's a struggle to lift my whole self out from my body. but i do manage to roll forward. i'm a little uncertain whether or not i'm actually awake and now sitting up in my bed or if i've pulled my astral form up. i realize it's the latter as i gently come to a standing position in my room. my body feels incredibly light and i'm gently bobbing- near hovering off the ground. i propel myself towards my bedroom door. usually i can phase my body through the door no problem. that seems to be what i always do once i'm in the space. it's kind of like a mental habit. "roll out of body, phase through the door, glide down the stairs." except this time, i push my head up against the door and am stuck. i can't phase through the door. and suddenly there is a heavy sensation as i am standing upright, like i am going back in time. the entire environment is shifting backwards- like i am semi-hovering at a standstill but the entire room is pulling itself behind me. now there's a zeroing in on my body and i begin to see it like a reflection. as the energy is moving i start to see some kind of pointed leather on my shoulders. i realize i am wearing dark brown leather armor. it kind of reminds me of something a roman soldier would wear. end of OBE.

later i dream i am being wrongly accused by others. the lie is too great to convince anyone of any actual innocence. and i say things that at a surface level, or if believing the lie, only strengthen the lie and keep people separate from me. suddenly i'm in a remote wooded area. like a forest, i am being led up a stone gravel path. its a man-made path that kind of blends in with the surrounding nature. we're going uphill to his private estate. as we get there we are climbing through secret areas he is showing me. i stop the tour to realize i am staring at the most beautiful pink parrots. its a mom and its baby. the mama parrot has its body over the little one. they aren't like a bright pink but more like a gray and pale purple and pink. absolutely stunning, and i look at alex and wonder if he see's it. i think in the dream of sharing its significance to him and his family. i also think he must not consider it a big deal because of the altitude we are at, that this might be a normal sighting for him. this estate feels more like a segmented captains ship and he has me popping me head up in various places and looking out. by the end of the dream his wife and little girl come. he attends to them as i am pulling my head out of the last narrow space he showed me. i had asked him to take me all the way to the top and he obliged, though a bit reluctant when we got to the very, very top. now his daughter is here and she is coloring with crayons and the mother is wondering about my presence. i believe its time to go.

wake up...

[tides2dust]

last night i had another out of body experience.

i went into my backyard and there was something that did not belong. a dalmatian puppy on a bench. i excitedly said hello, and the experience was over.

before this i had downloaded dr. steve greers CE5 app and tried establishing communication with ETs. i believe this was a successful experience.

the presence in my backyard was reminiscent of an OBE i had in 2022. and i believe i have already been given answers to what i'm being shown. i also found this bit on dalmatians tonight and it is in line with where i find my self presently:

Excerpt taken from, https://quornesha.com/2016/04/02/dalmation-canis-lupus-familiaris-symbolic-meaning-9764/
"It is important to be who you are within always in your dealings and actions. Be yourself also, in your mistakes. You are getting ready to make moves in order to build a home life you can literally call your own. This is indicating that you will move into a more independent phase of your life in regards to the home sector. You will be pleased and the pressure you were once feeling will subside. If you have set plans into motion or you are working on your career at present this is assuring that you will make a move in this regard. Know that the changes to come about are for you to ‘build’ or start a home and family life of your own.

You are getting prepared and are ready to begin a generation from your own background.

You are being welcomed to new levels and spiritual atmospheres. It is time. Now is the time.

Black and White Dalmatian: The Yin and Yang energy being harmonized, and harmony expressed in career and home life.
Namaste,

Quornesha S. Lemon "

i am enjoying the connections made in meditation more and more.