Held at gunpoint at a party

This dream started off at some kind of party that was taking place in a small building with two floors. The building itself was like a church or scout meeting hall. The interior was completely white and there were three exits; a front and back door and another which lead out into an outer courtyard area with tables. The party spilled out into this courtyard area as well, and people were milling around there and the rest of te building.

I was wandering amongst the dense crowds of people, but I was not looking for anyone in particular. I was also not really enjoying the party all that much. At some point, I walked out into the courtyard in the hopes that something would spark my enthusiasm for the party, only to notice that it was overcast outside and that it started raining. This was the last straw for me, and I thought 'That's it, I'm not enjoying this party, I want to go home' and I went back inside to go to leave.

As I did, my surroundings completely changed. I was now back upstairs in this building only this time, all the party goers had literally vanished and I was all alone. I walked downstairs anxious to know what had just happened but could not find anybody. I started to panic and sensed that not only was something very amiss, but something bad was about to happen. I made my way to the front door (which was blue) and turned the handle, only to find it had been locked from the outside. I looked across the way from where I was stood and could see the back door along a corridor. I then noticed that door opened and a lanky man stepped in. As soon as he saw me, he put his hands to his face in a mock, affected panic and just stood there, staring at me. At this instance I thought 'I should've gone for that door instead'. Just then, I turned around and noticed three other men standing there, one of whom was pointing a gun at me. (The one with the gun was actually somebody I know in real life, too!)

Anyway, the gunman stood there and said nothing. I then realised I had an umbrella in my hand and went to hit him with it (in the hopes that I could disarm him), but found I couldn't move. I was not scared of being shot, but at the same time, I didn't want to be. At this point, I started shouting at the gunman, saying "If you're going to shoot, then shoot! Come on then, you c**t! Do it!".

Then I woke up.

The night before I had this dream I'd had an argument with my girlfriend. We've not been together long (a few months) but unfortunately, she's had to leave town for 2 months to go home to her family (she's a student). While we both feel very strongly about each other, the separation has been difficult for both of us. We speak every day and night on the phone or via email or MSN and I try to busy myself with work and other things during the day to pass the time. She, unfortunately is stuck at home with no money and little to do. In such an environment, her mind plays all kinds of tricks and her insecurities cause her to doubt my loyalty and create issues that don't really exist. A few days ago, she text me in the middle of the night saying she was scared about how close we were getting and was thinking of bailing out. When I called her, she admitted that she did not mean this and only said it to get a reaction out of me because she was scared I might do the same thing to her. Again, this is an imaginary fear caused only by the temporary distance. Either way, we ended up arguing, with me shouting at her, accusing her of being immature and playing mind games and her crying and apologising, saying she really didn't want to split up. We sorted it out, but all of the next day, I was left thinking that, despite not wanting to, that maybe us splitting (even it was temporary) perhaps would not be such a bad thing, for my peace of mind if nothing else (don't get me wrong, I genuinely care about her a lot, but I feel as though she is toying with my emotions with her insecure behaviour and it's causing me real strain). Two weeks previous, she also said a similar thing to me on the phone about having cold feet and I told her that maybe we should split while she decides what she wants, but she got upset and said she did not want to do that.

I mention all of this because it has been on my mind a lot the last few days; since we've been apart not a week has passed without some stupid drama, and I know it's only because of the forced separation because, prior to it all, everything between us was absolutely fine, and drama notwithstanding, I couldn't ask for a sweeter, more caring, sincere and of course more beautiful girlfriend. Either way, I feel this issue is related to this dream, but I'm just not entirely sure how it all fits together. As the dream alludes, I feel at times like she is trying to emotionally hold me at gunpoint and sometimes, just sometimes, it feels as though I am trying to call her bluff, daring her to pull the trigger.

The mystical village community

Now I can only remember parts of this dream, but for some reason it stuck out in my mind, so I have decided to include it here.

I was in some kind of village community (hence the title) by a large lake. It was quite foggy and remote. The village had a few shops and a small residential area, but most of this dream took place along the main "high street" where the shops were located. Running parallel to this road was a large patch of green by the lake where people would stroll along walking their dogs or jogging.

I recall finding some crystalline rune stones the size of small rocks on the side of the road. They glowed in a manner that was quite arresting (they had a pale, lilac glow) and had intricate runic patterns carved onto them. I remember being quite fascinated by these stones but also a little afraid of them at the same time. However, I also "felt" that I really had nothing to fear from the stones and that my misgivings were mostly irrational; that the crystals some how had answers to many of my questions. Anyway, I picked up the stones and put them in my pocket.

In another part of the dream, I was talking to a young, attractive blonde woman (she must've been about 20 - 22 years old) in the back of a shop. She was telling me about the power of the stones, but I can't remember everything she said. I also recall eating one of them at some point. It was soft and chewy like a sweet. I ate most of one particular stone but left a tiny piece behind for some reason.

In another part of the dream, I was in another shop where more of these stones were on display. These were also quite bright, but didn't have quite the same lustre as the ones I'd found. I asked the woman in the shop about them and she told me they were very expensive. I somehow didn't feel they were as valuable as the ones I had found. I also "knew" that some of the stones this woman had on display were actually fakes, so I left the shop and proceded to look for the place I was at before. However when I returned to where that particular shop was located, I could not find it. It was as though it had disappeared. I walked up and down the same stretch of road, walked into what I thought was the place, only to find myself in a chip shop! I became frustrated and I set about looking for the first girl I'd met, in the hopes she could fill me in on what was going on.

I walked along the green by the lake and eventually found her running past me in the opposite direction (she was going for an afternoon jog). She didn't stop, but told me to meet her back at the first shop, and that in order to find it, I had to be holding one of the stones in my hand.

I went back, and just like she said, it was then that I realised that the shop was only visible to those who were holding the stones. I entered the chip shop whilst holding one of the crystals only for it to turn into the first shop I visited! The girl was there again along with a mysterious old woman (maybe her grandmother) who I think was some kind of mystic. In fact, I believe this entire family was mystic in some way and I had just been accepted as "one of them" (the other villagers had no mystical leanings whatsoever). I remember feeeling comfortable with this people, and finally understanding that the stones were nothing to be feared. In the dream, I felt all this was new to me, but at the same time, somehow familiar. I felt both the girl and her grandmother were trying to reassure me that I was safe, and that I "belonged" with them.

I woke up from this dream feeling tranquil and calm.

Catching a child molester

This is probably one of the strangest dreams I've had in recent memory, if not ever.

It started with me as an observer viewing a scene in a park. There was a little girl on a swing with a much older man who was her father. The girl was not wearing any knickers. I won't elaborate on this part of the dream because it's pretty messed up and I would much rather forget it. All I will say, however is that the man was hovering around the child and behaving in a very inappropriate manner.

The dream then changed and I was standing with the same little girl on a street that I actually recognise from my neighbourhood. Her dad, the man with her before on the swing stood a few yards away in the distance across the road. I was speaking to the child, who was between 7 - 10yrs old. Even though this sick fuck had clearly been abusing this girl, she seemed strangely attached to him all the same. I was trying to take this girl to safety (i.e. get her away from him) but she wanted him to come with us. It took some persuasion, but I was eventually able to get her to leave him and come with me.

I told the girl I would take her to the beach (which is odd given that it was night time). We walked through the neighbourhood streets and she told me that if we were going to the beach, she needed suitable attire. She told me she had a skimpy bikini and asked me (quite flirtatiously) if I wanted to see her in it. I told her that I did not and that such behaviour was not appropriate for a child, to which she seemed surprised, almost as though she had become so used to her abuse that she thought it was normal. She was very precocious and that unsettled me. I then produced a more modest leotard and told her she could put it on later. She was almost disappointed.

We got lost on our way to the beach and ended up at an abandoned industrial estate. It was night, but some of the lights were on in the buildings and surrounding area. We walked into a large open plan building and then heard a sound of ringing bells and the girl panicked. I asked her what was wrong and she said that the bell sound was the ringtone on her father's phone, which meant he was nearby and had followed us. By this point, her attitude had changed and she was more afraid of her father, so I told her to hide in one of the nearby rooms whilst I waited behind a nearby table piled high with car parts. If her abusive dad was approaching, I was going to wait for him. I picked up a brick to use as a weapon against him.

Just then, someone came crashing through the door and, thinking it was her father, I stood up with holding the brick only to be confronted by police. I immediately threw up my hands in surrender and said "It's OK, the girl is over there!" pointing to the room she'd run into. One of the police shot at me anyway, but I ducked and dodged the bullet, and he was reprimanded by his colleagues (there were about 5 of them). I then looked behind me and saw the girl's father; he looked a bit like that Fritzl guy who was arrested for locking up his daughter as a sex slave recently and had that same cold, leering expression. The cops chased him and I threw the brick I was holding at this monster, but it missed. The police eventually caught him and hauled him back into the room. They had him on the ground and one of them held a metal hook to his jugular. Unfortunately, he was able to struggle free. Whilst this was happening, the other police had found the girl.

All of a sudden, there were only 4 people int the room; me, the paedo and two cops who circled him pointing their guns but did little else.The man threw a large heavy weight at me, but I managed to catch it. He then picked up a leaden block and started licking and rubbing it, saying he was trying to give himself lead poisoning. He was muttering to himself and I could see he was clearly mad. He grinned and leered maniacally. He threw the lead block at me, but I dodged it and the cops continued to circle him. He then picked up a transparent polygonal object he called a "Luftwaffe" (as in the German plane). He carressed it and then threw it at me. It bounced off my left shoulder. He said this object had pain enhancing properties and would now intensify any pain I received to that part of my body. He also said that by caressing the object, pain was enhanced for him as well but he didn't mind, and that pain only mattered to people who "valued the innocence of children" (he was referring to me). I had a large, unweildy metal object in my hand at this point and tried to strike him with it, but kept on missing. As I did, it struck the ground, sending a painful jarring sensation up my left arm. The cops kept on circling, but made no attempt to apprehend this monster whatsoever. Fat lot of good they were.

Anyway, the man now sat in the centre of the room in front of a table with a large, purple A3 sheet with a picture of 3 little girls which looked as though it had been drawn by children itself. He seemd taken by this picture. The girls in the picture had names above their heads. I remember seeing the names Becky and Candy. I struck the picture with the pole, tearing a hole into it and the man started to shriek in terror. I then realised this was his weakness and told the cops to help me tear up the picture. They rushed over to assist as the man started flapping and screaming hysterically. Then I woke up.


On hindsight, this dream was actually fairly easy to interpret and came about with the help of this post here. As the poster correctly surmised about me, I have always been sensitive to issues of this nature. Whenever I hear about such things, I seem to empathise deeply with the victims. I have always been this way and I do not know why. The symbolism of being struck on the left shoulder, which pertains to the left side/right brain/emotional side also makes perfect sense as does the weight thrown at me which symbolises the way these kind of events seem to burden my soul somewhat. However, I do not think this dream was literally about the Fritzl incident, but rather a suspicious scene I witnessed in the town where I live recently where I saw a guy in his 40s leading a pair of strung out looking young girls around, one of whom he took to the docks and put on a boat. I actually called the police about this too, but they did nothing. Therefore, I believe the dream is about me trying to process this incident and the Fritzl looking guy was a symbolic representation of the man I saw in the real world (incidentally, the man in the dream also resembled him somewhat too). What's even more interesting is that this same man looked like the man in the park from the 'Severed' dream I had a year ago - and this was before I'd even seen him! That dream also had a similar sort of theme. Make of that what you will.

In a faraway land

Before I even begin recalling this one, all I can say is wow.

Just wow.

The dream started off with me at my mother's house. I was downstairs in the living room and I think we'd just had some kind of argument as she had asked me to leave. Around the same time, my mum's neighbour who, in real life is a gossipy old crow in her late 60s I think (I'm no good with people's ages) suddenly appeared. She was laying on the ground by my feet and she actually looked a lot younger than she is (she looked as though she was in her 30s). She asked "So what are you going to do now?", and to my mother she turned and said "I bet you'd be more happy if your son was around more, wouldn't you?" In real life, this woman is incredibly irritating because she really goes out of her way to mind other people's business and seems to live for their affairs. I responded by ignoring her and holding a newspaper I was reading up to my face. I then got up to leave.

As I was leaving, I heard shuffling and the sound of somebody moaning and knew straight away that there was a zombie outbreak. The next thing I noticed was that my mother and sister (who was also in the room) had now vanished. I knew they hadn't been caught by the zombies, they just weren't there anymore.

As soon a heard the zombies, I ran for the back door and into the garden. Unlike real life, the garden was not fenced in and was completely open, as was the back gate. I heard more moaning and shuffling from the gate and realised there were more zombies around than I thought. I ran into the middle of the garden and thought to myself "I wonder if I can fly in this dream?" so I tried. It took a few attempts, but I eventually soared into the air away from all the zombies. I was so high into the air I could see everything down below for miles and noticed there were areas of this world where the ground suddenly stopped and gave way to nothingness, as though you could just drop off those areas and fall off the edge of the world like in a video game. Those voids were the same colour as the sky.

Anyway, I kept on moving upwards and found myself flying across this world. I recognised some of the areas from previous dreams including this one. I flew past a motorway and what looked like a city busy with traffic and eventually landed somewhere a long way from where I started. My first thought was whether there would be any more zombies, but something told me there would not be, and that the outbreak was confined to the place I'd just come from. This new place looked a bit like Japan (the people there were also Japanese), but the signs (which I could actually read) were written in Engrish and some kind of weird dream language. I read a sign on a door that said 'Daivo' (which is not a Japanese word at all as the 'V' sound does not exist in that language) and a roadsign that had numbers and words mixed together. I flew over to what looked like two carousel horses sticking out of a raised platform. They looked a bit like the small amusement rides for children you get inside large supermarkets. On one of the horses was a black guy who resembled Kanye West. He was wearing a black suit and stood out because he was the only non-Asian I could see and I just felt I had to talk to him. His eyes shone, but they didn't have the same lustre as the "person" from this dream.

I went over and said "Hey Kanye, what are you doing in my dream?" (despite somehow knowing that he wasn't actually Kanye West, but a being who had assumed his form for some reason). He responded with something like "Never mind about that". I then said "Why am I here?" and he said "You are here because you are changing and you know it". That struck a chord with me instantly. I knew what he meant (more later). I then asked him "What is this place? Where am I?". He didn't answer that question. Instead, he leaned over and put a coin in a little coin box next to the carousel horse as if he was trying to activate the ride. And that was where our interaction ended. He said nothing more and I felt as though he was communicating that I already knew the answer to the question I'd asked.

I flew away from him and back down into the main town square and then thought I'd woken up. I was lying on a bed I didn't recognise and waved my arms in front of my face and said something like "I am part of all the planets of the cosmos... they are all a part of me and we are one". There was another person in this room, a woman who I used to work with. I then realised that I hadn't woken up at all and found myself back in the Japanese town. I entered a supermarket that also sold electrical goods (there were some nice large, HDTVs) and just browsed this dream world. I exited the shop via a glass door by which stood a Japanese security guard (who opened the door for me) and strolled around the square. I came across a shrine tucked away in a little corner. It had large clay figurines of what looked like zombie creatures. The most distinct was a terracotta figurine that had a twisted face with disembodied hands all over it. Something told me that I was not to hang around this place for very long, so I moved on. In the corner opposite that one was a stall that sold souvenirs and sweets. I was actually aware of the fact that I was dreaming and that souvenirs would be no use to me, but the woman at the stall (who was also non-Asian, a white woman in her late 30s) told me that she sold special sweets that once eaten, would enable the dreamer to remember everything they dreamt. I liked the sound of this so I bought one. She put out her hand for the coinage and even though I had no money, I went through the motion as though I was dropping something in her hand and when I did, a coin just appeared. She wrapped the sweet in a paper bag. It was large enough to hold with both hands and was purple. I was eager to eat the sweet, so I started chomping on it before I'd even taken it out of the paper bag, and I then woke up.

It seems as though the sweet worked, because I remembered everything.

Thoughts: First of all, if you're reading this I apologise for the length but I have a lot to write down. This dream is very significant for me because it has come at a time in my life when I have changed more than I ever would have thought. I was raised in a catholic and later christian environment, but I became disillusioned with the religion some years ago and ceased following it. I have not told this to my mother (I know she would never udnerstand), but at the same time, I have also been made aware of spiritual realities that are far greater than the limitations of religion. To that end, I have been receptive when my mum gives me verses or books to read, even if I don't always agree with everything she says or gives me to read.

I have come to realise that God is not limited to a particular religion and have started embracing other spiritual ideas which previously, under christianity I had no time for, was wary of, or simply dismissed as "satanic" having been scared into believing that thinking out of the box was a one way ticket to eternal damnation (in other words, it was always safer to tow the line even when it didn't make sense). However, now that my understanding of the being that created the universe is beyond the christian perception, I KNOW this not to be true. Thus, my thinking has completely changed from the way I was indoctrinated (represented in the dream by me falling out with my mother, the tenets of my old beliefs represented by the zombies I was so eager to escape). I have also started embracing things like meditation, psychic realities and out of body experiences because, contrary to what christianity teaches, I now know these things are part of us and we part of God; therefore there is nothing about these things that is "wrong" or "evil". They're certainly not "satanic" because I've come to realise that satan as we udnerstand him doesn't exist. We create our own devils by our selfish actions that hurt others. I've also come to see that a lot of the christian admonitions against such practices were based on deliberate misinformation and in some cases, sheer hypocrisy. Japan in the dream represented a place/culture that was "foreign" and very differnet from the one I knew which is a metaphor for the way in which my beliefs have been transformed. What's more, these new experiences leave me feeling peaceful and I feel much more in touch and in tune with the creator (who is not the same angry man-god of christianity) in a way I never have been before. I definte myself as a spiritual free thinker. I appreciate that all religions serve a purpose and may be necessary for some souls to advance, but neither one is the "right" one because all are essentially man-made and therefore fallible in some way. I feel as though I have woken up and, just as the guide in this dream told me, "I have changed".

And yes, I believe he was also a guide, just like the one from the lion dream. And so, this dream was about my ongoing awakening.

A vicious battle

I only remember parts of this dream, but believe that the parts I have remembered are significant in some way.

From what I can remember, the dream started with me in a desert. I was with 6 other people who were all stood around in a circle. They wanted me to join them, but I wanted to just lie in the sand and look up at the sky instead. It was sunset and even though this was a desert, the horizon was lined with trees. There were also little grassy islands in the distance.

The dream then switched to later that evening, only this time the desert was no more and everything was grassy, almost like a park. In the distance I could now see a large tower. There was another person with me, a large black guy who looked a bit like the rapper Immortal Technique. He was running ahead, urging me to go with him to the tower. I asked why we were going there and he said there was a battle and we needed to be in on it. I ran along with him, but pointed out that we had no weapons. He then told me we didn't need any, and I was left wondering how we were meant to fight unarmed.

We eventually reached the foot of the tower. The entrance had been covered up with some sort of barricade and other people I assumed to be fighters were pushing past the barricade and making their way inside. I noticed they were all armed, but every single one of them dropped down dead as soon as they stepped inside. My companion then told me this was the reason we didn't need any weapons, and that we could pick some up once we'd got inside.

The dream switched again to the battle proper, which took place in what looked like a warehouse. I was now partnered with a woman called Tracy, who ran straight into the fight. It was a vicious battle with lots of gunfire and explosions. At this point, I was an observer rather than a participant, then it suddenly ended. There were few survivors and the woman I was with was missing. I presumed she was dead but female detective who'd suddenly showed up said that she knew this Tracy had gone AWOL. I was stood with the detective on a platform that overlooked a street. I peered over the railing at the edge of the platform and found myself looking down an alleyway lined with tenements. The dream ended here.

Forgiveness?

In this dream, I started off on some kind of veranda of a house in some snowy town at night. The veranda was pretty high up, allowing me a panoramic view of the whole town. It looked like something on the front of a Christmas card.

I then started to fly off, only at this point I was not in control of my movements. It felt more as though I was being guided along. I flew slowly, looking down at the ground below me and landed next to a bare tree in the middle of nowhere. The scene was bleak and dark looking and the sky overcast. Everything was rendered like that of an old painting. There were five children sat around under the tree, one of which was sat in the lap of a girl who looked to be about 17 and was the oldest one there. They were all dressed in 15th century European attire and the oldest girl wore a deep burgandy red dress, which was the only item of colour to be seen. I spoke to the teenager and asked if I could join her group. She then leaned over and spoke in the ear of the child on her lap and said something like "Has he come to be forgiven of his sins?"

That's about all I remember. This dream stuck with me because it felt really odd. There was a strange stillness in the air and everything was rendered like that of an old painting.

Out of body experience

Not a dream per se but related and therefore worth posting here.

This morning, I had what I can only describe as an out of body experience. It was about 3am and I was lying in my bed facing the ceiling. When I was younger, I didn't like facing this way when going to sleep it seemed to induce nightmares, but this doesn't happen now.

Anyway, I was lying awake with my eyes closed, totally relaxed, my mind empty of any real thoughts. I then felt as though I literally floated away from my own body. It then felt as though I was swimming around my room in slow motion. I could not really make much out because it was so dark, but I knew I was out of my body. My laptop is near my bed and even though I switch it off at night, the battery and standby lights are still visible and result in a pale light, which I could see perfectly from where I was (the rightmost corner of my room, facing my bed).

I then felt myself floating upwards through the ceiling (which would take me into the kitchen of the person who lives above me), but instead of floating into my neighbour's kitchen, I found myself in a dark, vertical tunnel and I was slowly "swimming" up it. I don't know where it lead, but I was conscious of myself the whole time. There were also boundaries that appeared as soon as I floated too far in a particular direction.

Strangely, even though I knew I was floating outside of my body, I felt totally calm. At the same time, I was also aware of my physical body even though I could no longer feel it. I could hear myself snoring and even felt myself open my eyelids. The only way I can describe this sensation is to say that I was aware of my physical body even though I was not in it. Eventually, because I was aware of the fact that I was outside of my body, I became a little worried about not being able to return, so I found myself looking back down the dark vertical tunnel and felt as though I was tugging some kind of cord that lead back to my body. I then woke up properly, feeling very calm and relaxed.

What is interesting about this experience is that I am of the opinion that we do "travel" in our sleep, so this out-of-body experience felt almost as though I was consciously aware of the fact that I was travelling. I've also had many flying dreams in the past where the flying felt a lot like the floating and "swimming" I was doing out of my body. Now I think I understand why.

I also had a very similar out of body experience when I was about 12, but I was not aware of what was happening at the time and dismissed it as a weird dream. In that particular experience, I felt myself "swimming" around my bedroom at slow motion, but it felt very uncomfortable and disorientating, likely due to the fact that I didn't understand what was going on.

I cannot tell you how long this experience lasted, but it has left me with absolutely no doubt that we travel away from our bodies in our sleep.