Daemoons Dream Journal

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I am remembering only the last portion of my dream, with shifting buildings and landscapes. I am somehow cursed by a woman. There's a big focus on these sliding and sinking buildings. I am trying to find a solution to my problem.

By the end, even after escaping this sinking building my nerves are still screaming as it feels like I am struggling in pain to maintain consciousness.

I learn this womans curse/game goes to far. She explains it's supposed to feel as if my cells are suffocating. She aims to kill me and there's no escape.

At the very end of my dream I am transformed into this defeathered, wart covered, skin only crow. I fly my self to this place occupied by another cursed person, another monster.

I am observing from third person but my thoughts are still shared with this hideous version of me, my cursed self.

I hear that my solution is an act of service, to allow this cursed maiden to eat me which would kill us both, ending our suffering.

When I land in her courtyard, she remains hidden, instead birds come to peck at my decaying flesh and eat upon me.

Eventually even they fly away, altogether, and I am no longer feeling my nerve endings contracting and screaming in agony. Instead I remember zooming in on a very beautiful red and black caterpillar. There is this surreal electric effect surging around his body, I am watching him crawl in contrast against this dark marble. It's like the scene is breathing, and I am finding moments of peace or beauty.

I remember some additional, end of dream details.

Girls planning to hang out together despite their cruelness to one another.

And my Aunt finding a solution to a similar curse, with magnetic ice plates screwed upon her chest- keeping whatever pain from the curse at bay.

I also have the faintest recollection of unscrewing something to escape the flooding/sinking structure.

Cloudy details now.

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Distinct memories of the dreams...

One is me sitting in a chair and holding a single match. I am playing with the flame, turning it on and off by will.

Another is my Aunt, and cousin Ashley. We are going on a pilgrimage- they are both at different and unique levels of finding themselves. I remember marching people along towards a beach. I can see an aerial view as two groups separate. I am not worried as my vantage point shows me they re-unite before arriving at their final destination.

Another is a room with my Mother. There are three medium sized pillars inside a building with flames resting at the top of each, and an altar with fire in front. The pillars are covered by a transparent blanket of white light draped over the flames, their energy is like a gentle spinning vortex. The room is more like...  an amber hallway. Stone walls, gentle light. Everything is, alive- a beautiful and slow moving energy. The same way I toyed with the flame from holding the match I am practicing on the altar. I watch the flame rise and the flame on the center pillar behind it does the same, while the other two glow. And as I descend the flame, so do the fires atop the pillars. I stop and just watch the fires return to normal. I am mesmerized by this white blanket of energy draped over each pillar- they remain unaffected. This was the shortest part of my dream, but the most attention to detail I can recall. There was a very special feeling about this room or hall... it was captivating, and time was not the same here. I believe I witnessed this space, eventually, without a body- just existing as, formless form? I can see the room even now in the back of my mind, and again- this was the shortest part of my dream but I am especially called to this place- it feels as if it exist outside time as I know it.

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In the beginning, I remember Mary our delivery specialist helping me sort out our orders as we normally do. There's a pair of muffins we almost forget and we are delivering out to the country. There's more here, it's very hard to recall- feels like the person we are delivering to is some kind of witch? The dream devolves into some type of competition, and all I remember is trying to escape- in order to escape, I have to play. The land is very surreal.

What I can start to remember, with more clarity, is having to descend into a dark tunnel. It feels like I am moving though an underground city and jump into a canal of water- I plunge my head and see water spiraling towards me, I have to move past it and into blackness. I emerge into another memory of the dream...

Now I am in the shower locker, I am still 'on the run' but the feeling has shifted- there's a goal and the game has provided me an underwater suit that allows me to carry up to an additional 50lbs- I run past people and into the showers to put the suit on. As I am sitting on the bench, Will Smith walks up behind me... He is trying to tease me and calls me Boy. I reply to him, some snarky answer, a type of intelligence I don't normally posses- showing some kind of understanding of what's happening, and my mission... He replies back using an equal intelligence- words I have never heard before and can't remember, then tells me to call him Sir. He lurks behind me like he is going to grab me and I remember throwing my elbow as hard as I can into his pelvis. The jab takes as he stumbles back with surprise when suddenly the rest of the people in the shower gang up on me.
They throw me in some kind of laundry cart and start beating my face. I am pleading for them to stop as Will is standing in the back smiling. I tell him I am playing the game and pleading that no one goes on the airplane. I tell him I am trying to stop the airplane. The suit I was wearing was to help me? He begins to understand, watching as a kid hits me in the back of my head- and I believe he himself takes on the mission and runs towards the desired goal, leaving the locker-room.

Another part of the dream recollection...
Now I am walking across someones yard with my family. There's a mechanical prop out front. It is very life-like. We are watching with amusement. You can see she is attached to the yard she moves about with extending poles. We believe her routine to be some kind of program. She is bouncing a tennis ball three times off the ground and catching it with one hand- on the third bounce the ball moves away from her and she twirls around the yard- picks it up and tries again. Each time she is moving closer to us. At one point the ball goes between Dad and I and she twirls around us. My Dad comments on the precision and advancement of the robotics as we start to walk away. I feel the need to thank the 'robot' as we walk past and into someones house- "Thank you" I say when she suddenly replies- "But I have a tennis ball for you too, come and play." I walk up to the prop and give her a hug. She hugs me when suddenly her smile turns awry and her hands turn into cold steel-single prong like shapes which are turned down and into my lower back. I feel her push in, tearing my skin and sear across my back which sends me into shocking pain- I wake up convulsing, the cold sharp pain is still there on my lower left! The need to pee allows me to shake the feeling off. I don't dare check my back for any scratch marks- I don't care to give any more life to this feeling.

After I use the restroom I immediately see a pattern between sergio, casey and my self. That is- this game, or challenge before us. I think to come here to record but decide to go back to sleep for a little- if I remember, I'll record later... I fall asleep into another dream.

I am in a classroom... My boss, Sharon, is leading the class. There is yet another challenge- one that is more a recruitment. The feeling is like there are three of us among the students trying to see who will enroll- who will not. I remember a Father and Son asking me questions about the job, and as the Father tells me his objections Sharon arrives. I ask him to present his objections to her- Sharon and I seem disappointed that he is not interested. I think it has something to do with money. I watch the others who have succeeded in recruiting members- just when I thought I lost, the Son gives Sharon his card- I can't remember much about the card... Just that the Son enrolls with us, which sends the Father into an outrage. He leaves the classroom as the Son and I watch quietly, I can feel the Sons emotions behind this. Yet another surprise, an alarm goes off and we are all forced to evacuate the building. I am telling the students, as I am running with them, to pace themselves- don't overwhelm each other and trample upon others. I remember seeing my old high school friend being the first one to shout something like- mindful strides. A girl runs past me and tells me they've poisoned the area. We are being gassed. Is there no escape?

I get to a room where we are all crowded up against cafeteria doors and can see people on the other side. There's also some tarp with plastic zipties holding it down. I remember grabbing a chair trying to break this plexiglass. Or trying to use the same chair to break the zipties. Suddenly I am observing out of body a woman laying on the ground. She was captured. And there is a mask on her, with teeth on the inside of the mask. There is a team in hazmat and the woman leading this rush is questioning the woman they've captured- of course she can't talk. All she can do is scream as her mask starts to fill with water and the teeth start to eat her face. This is really strange but the woman leading the team with hazmat break into some kind of song/dance routine explaining what they're doing- that they infiltrate our systems out of love- that they'll come to our schools, our homes. I do not trust whatever is happening. Like a movie my attention is brought back to the woman on the ground suffering alone. The mask on her releases its grip and the woman in hazmat- another old high school friend by the name Kathy- ask her "how many" and to my surprise the woman replies 5. She says she is responsible for killing at least "5 of them." I haven't a clue. That was enough for them, and the mask(seemingly self conscious) starts to tighten its grip on her face once more as she wreathes about, it looks like she is drowning in a self contained unit. The mask release its grip for the final time and leaves her, it slides off and moves away like an octopus as the woman is left laying on the ground defeated- it stole her voice.

I wake up.

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A little kid was watching me from the ledge of a second story, I was throwing a mallet and using my will to bring it back to my hand like Thor. It was a tremendous weight but I was allowed to lift it, like it was a privilege or right. It was a practice stopping the mallet in the air and urging it back into my hand. The kid smiled with amusement, there was an older woman with him but she was in disbelief more than acknowledgment.

There was someone else there with me harnessing the power of lightning. I remember he was sending someone through, something, using lightning. The only other way I can recall it is that someone else was riding the lightning, sitting in front of the energy lotus position.

[Jitendra Hy-do-u-no-us?]

So happy to be in your world again now because it has always been fascinating to me that

Your World

your world takes me to a place I’ve never seen
your world takes me to a place I’ve never been
your world

[guest88]

don't know what to call it, an 1111 device. two objects, stones, no larger than the palm positioned in a way that could allow one to peer into another world or view point. they were on a table and i moved them in a precise fashion and one of the stones turned into a viewing portal. an alien device?

wake up and tell my self to remember this device... want to record but am to tired.

later... confronting ghostly apparitions? at a river bank, living on one side- silent ghouls on another? one ghoul points to me and i am now gliding above the water, moving up and down stream- water is clear and i see blue snakes with dragon shaped heads resting under the water. before wake, brought back to the group of ghost. the living talk among themselves and ask what they saw- one kid says he saw an angel kneeling by the riverbed.

as i wake back up i want to go back to sleep but my mind can not rest until i log the device from dream 1. had to pull my body from rest to wake- struggling with a bit of sleep paralysis. there are sounds of water splashing outside- there is no pool in my backyard.

[guest88]

So happy to be in your world again now because it has always been fascinating to me that

Your World

your world takes me to a place I’ve never seen
your world takes me to a place I’ve never been
your world

I'll tell you what a good man once told me,
It's your world, I'm just living in it.
 

[guest88]

I dream that the TV is so loud, and there are two different noises going on at once it causes me to wake up. As I lay in bed contemplating whether I should record or not I am feeling more inclined to go back to sleep. I begin to notice a almost inaudible vibration. I hear the heater, I hear the cars outside(some are racing), I hear a police car... And I hear a noise underneath all that. I go to use the restroom and notice there are noises coming from construction vehicles and it's near 2AM. I go back to my bed and feel like there's still something underneath all this noise, two separate noises. It almost feels like an unwelcomed frequency, and one that I begin to think is affecting everyone in the area. I am awake now and can hear the sea of cars, the birds, movement in the house- and that unwelcomed noise is gone... The house is more comfortable. I think it has something to do with city living and being subjected to all kind of ill-practices regarding sound and an unsuspecting population.

I fall back asleep eventually and dream about a shapeshifter. He/She/It finds me first. First it is a he, following me home and attempting to kill my friend and I. As soon as I suspect foul play I try to entrap the entity, as he continues to pursue us. There is a bit of anxiety, but in this game of cat and mouse it seems I have allies to assist me. The dream ends with the shapeshifter taking form of a girl who we impale, and she transforms two more times at a much faster rate in front of us- going from human to something much different. We burn the impaled creature feeling there is no other way to rid ourselves of it. It took quite the effort to capture that which had come for me first.

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There was an invasive species/technology being looked at under a microscope. These doctors are my friends. We note that as I get close to the sample the organism starts to grow and replicate- when I back away from it, it wanes down losing its power. We think it has something to do with my blood- I am placed in a chair and lay back. At one point my heart begins to have issues and the doctor uses a defibrillator to bring me back.

Quite possibly I am having a dream about an out of body experience- I am entering into a type spirit world. The same doctors are there in the beginning, I'm given a bear skin and a sort of chainmail to wear for my journey. I am invisible to others and able to levitate, floating up a mountain path. Specifically, I am visiting an elder. There are others trekking up the mountain to visit her. When I arrive- she takes me into a corner and gives me a chance to talk to her in private. I think I begin to cry and tell her I've become tainted or corrupt. I tell her about the organism in my blood. She assures me everything is okay, waves her hand over my forehead- and next thing I know I am descending back down from the mountain.

On the way down I hear her voice in my head- she reminds me...Something about a bird and hell. Something like this can surely be hell when they steal and eat the birds egg. I have no clue. I phase from out of body and actually am no longer able to levitate- I am at the bottom of the mountain and talking to a girl. I realize I am no longer a type of apparition- surprised she can see me I become aware of how uncomfortable my chainmail and animal skin have become. I take off my protective gear and continue walking.

Later in the dream I return to a scene with friends. I am exhausted- so I sit in a chair with my feet kicked back. One of my friends is at the top of the balcony trying to play jokes on me and attempts to blow a dart at me. I place my hand up and the dart stops mid-projection. I lower my hand and the dart drops to the ground. We look at each other, my friend seems surprised. Not quite satisfied I show him I can even lift the dart up if I try. I raise my hand and the dart begins to rise up. Some of my friends watching begin to take an interest. My friend tries to blow another dart at me and I grab a bow from under my chair with my own dart. Both of our darts have a blinking LED at the end. I remember seeing my friends comment that I've pulled my bow out as I fire away. It pierces his skin- moving through the back of his neck and earlobe.  The scene shifts, I am now helping my friend by removing the dart lodged at the back of his skin. It hurts him so I find a way to push it out instead of pull on it and he is relieved- I see the hole in his earlobe after having been impaled by the dart and ask if he is okay. He says yes.

At the very end of the dream just before wake, I dream I am at citycenter where I have plans to go to later today. I see a friend I've lost contact with in the distance, he has a blue backpack and is walking away from me into a crowd of people. It's William. I wake up and decide to record.

[guest88]

I dream I am two angels. One represents nature and the other Spirit. I am fighting my self and enjoying the competition.

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sometimes symbolism is so rich in dreams you stop and wonder what it might mean... last nights dream and the foggy details.

I'm on skates at a park, I am jumping down a slide and trying to skate on concrete ledges- metal beams, wooden fences. I remember going down a ramp and jumping up, trying to hold my skates in the air- and repeating the practice. I skate forward and back and try touching them off the wall to turn around. In the distance I see two kids with incredible upper body strength. One of them is wearing a gi. They are practicing something too. Their forearms are resting on the ground as they kick their legs up and over their heads so that there is a bend in their back and their feet are pointing forward. One kid is able to do it easier than the other. They are walking forward in this position.

This is the second dream this year I received specific yoga position that I've not practiced before. This one came at the end of the dream and I was attempting the position. Perhaps it is a sign to practice in the waking. Here is the yoga pose I dreamt of last night:

[Jitendra Hy-do-u-no-us?]

sometimes symbolism is so rich in dreams you stop and wonder what it might mean... last nights dream and the foggy details.

I'm on skates at a park, I am jumping down a slide and trying to skate on concrete ledges- metal beams, wooden fences. I remember going down a ramp and jumping up, trying to hold my skates in the air- and repeating the practice. I skate forward and back and try touching them off the wall to turn around. In the distance I see two kids with incredible upper body strength. One of them is wearing a gi. They are practicing something too. Their forearms are resting on the ground as they kick their legs up and over their heads so that there is a bend in their back and their feet are pointing forward. One kid is able to do it easier than the other. They are walking forward in this position.

This is the second dream this year I received specific yoga position that I've not practiced before. This one came at the end of the dream and I was attempting the position. Perhaps it is a sign to practice in the waking. Here is the yoga pose I dreamt of last night:

Namaste friend

The photo I left here is actually me at a younger age but I still practice the cobra pose and the scorpion pose which you dreamed about.

https://www.verywellfit.com/scorpion-pose-vrschikasana-3567113

The first pose you have here is the scorpion pose-an advanced pose/asana

The second one is the cobra pose. Simpler and one a beginner can accomplish. Be sure to bend in the lower back even though you may lift the head only a little bit.

https://www.verywellfit.com/cobra-pose-bhujangasana-3567067

I left a photo of me doing the scorpion pose when I used to teach hatha yoga every week.... several classes.

Since I did very rigorous asana poses at an early age and even practiced them in my high school gym class - much to my gym teacher’s dismay.... I believe that I was only reliving a past life in India.






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[guest88]

Cool picture- yes the last yoga pose was a combo of cobra and frog.

[Jitendra Hy-do-u-no-us?]

Cool picture- yes the last yoga pose was a combo of cobra and frog.

Thanks for your interest... see photo below....

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[Jitendra Hy-do-u-no-us?]

Cobra pose below...

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