My dream had me going to a sky diving school several times. The meeting location was not at some small airport but an elaborate compound, with long corridors, stairs, court yards, like the Pentagon.I remember rushing through the compound each time trying to find a short cut, and i learned from prior trip to try different paths, all end up at the end through an upstair ramp or short staircase to reach the meeting destination. It is amazing how my brain works, the scenary were vivid and consistent. When I reached a certain spot it took me through familiar corridors. For example, if i decided to go through the gift shop this time it diretionally takes me to a common landing leading to the meeting place. It is like my brain pre-assembled the building and all the interior before I run through it. The sky diving itself was not spectacular. Yes at the end I did do a free fall like my instructor, for only a short time. So it was more about the journeys that took me there. Even though I tried different pathways learning from prior trips, it ended up taking about the same distance. My mental state was - I wasn't complaining but neither was I really enjoying the trips. It was more like rushing thought it each time. Why does this mean ? Thank you.
RECURRING VIVID dream of being a 12-year-old Chinese girl in the mid to late 1800's. 1st bridge being made by machines near the village, brother gets sick, Mother has passed, Father is a grouch. Diving for pearls. Practicing the skill of pearl diving. Brother and girl see alien under a sacred inlet near bridge being built. Brother is traumatized. Keep hearing Mother's voice calling me by same name as I have now, saying, " Remember, no fear."
Recurring dream of being a 12-year-old Chinese girl in the mid to late 1800's. 1st bringe being made by machines near the village, brother gets sick, Mother has passed, Father is a grouch. Diving for pearls. Practicing the skill of pearl diving. Brother and girl see alien under a sacred inlet near bridge being built. Brother is traumatized. Keep hearing Mother's voice calling me by same name as I have now, saying, " Remember, no fear."
Taking a soapy shower and directly diving into deep calm ocean
During the night, i watch some men diving to the sea, the weather is a cold winter
Recurring dream of being a 12-year-old Chinese girl in the mid to late 1800's. 1st bridge being made by machines near the village, brother gets sick, Mother has passed, Father is a grouch. Diving for pearls. Practicing the skill of pearl diving. Brother and girl see alien under a sacred inlet near bridge being built. Brother is traumatized. Keep hearing Mother's voice calling me by same name as I have now, saying, " Remember, no fear."
I walk up a dim wood staircase distinctly recognizing a reddish brown color of the wood. As i reach the top of the stairs and turn to the left a wood balcony with wood handrails about twenty foot long followed by a small open area with a wood floor. A large wood wall with an oak door directly in front of me i proceed through the door and enter a bedroom with 3 large windows on both sides a blonde woman sat on a large bed before rising and telling me we must leave. A knock on the door occured and then i proceeded to jump through the glass out of the right far window into a lake or body of water. During this portion of my dream i viewed myself diving out of the window and diving 60ft down into the water before returning to first person. I remember hitting the water and feeling a rush and the remember being in third person again looking at myself floating relaxed in the water at a depth far below the surface. I saw darkness below me and green streaks coming up below me but not reaching me. above was clear and light blue. Then i woke up.
I was riding with a girl whose face I couldn't make out. She's diving the car too fast and we are about to crash. I think she's playing at first but the its serious I look at he in the face and her head turns into a wolflike creature. I wake up.
I was standing and there were buzzards flying and diving. there wasa jar filled with buzzard feathers. there was a barn and it was collapsing. we were talking about smoke and steam. i could not speak.
I had a reoccurring dream my 10th grade year. I would get eaten by a giant fish. All I would know is I am in the middle of the deep sea, it is pitch black and I am in a diving suit. I see a small light far out. As the light approaches I am unable to move then the fish eats me