THE ARMANAUT

PROJECT DREAM

armanaut — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 14:07:16 +0000

Dear readers,

I apologize for not updating on some of my dreams. The purpose of this blog was to keep a record of my most interesting dreams and experiences – my dream “journal”. However now I have embarked on a more thorough going study of my sleeping patterns, including the context in which I find myself dreaming. I am undecided if I am going to post all of my dreams or still post some of the more interesting dreams.

I started this project on Oct 5 and since then I’ve had a dream every night.

PROJECT DREAM

The purpose of this project is to record and catalog my weird experiences, dreams, nightmares, sleep paralysis, mental image impressions for up to a year. Mental image impressions are the short mental images/movie like action that I inexplicably receive while either not thinking (quieting my mind) or thinking on an entirely separate subject unrelated to what my brain is receiving. I must admit that this does happen to me. I often wonder if this is similar to what psychics experience?

Legend may look something like this:

D = Dream
N = Nightmare
SP = Sleep Paralysis
X=Unexplainable Phenomenon/Experiences
I = Image impressions

An unsettling night

armanaut — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 17:37:16 +0000

Going to bed, I felt like the night would be an unsettling night. I even thought that the conditions were that I would have another tormenting dream, which I did.

Last night I dreamt I took off from work and that a woman had writtened me a note of compliment while I was away. However my mother somehow intervened and sent a nasty response in my name. For some reason it became an issue. Later I found myself walking through a school-like building and seeing many people I used to know from when I was in high school. I would shake hands with some people and I would receive a tingling numbing sensation. I remembering walking into a room and a large man with long blonde hair was standing up, his back facing towards me. I noticed that he looked like he was balding. The hair towards the top of his head look less like real hair and looked more like a substance made out of gold yellow light.

Later I dreamt I was sitting on a couch with my family and my youngest stepson was sitting to my left. I had my knees up to my chest and he was annoying me somehow by putting his feet behind my knee joints. After asking him to stop and him refusing to do so I turned towards him and slapped him in the head. He paused for a second, bringing his hand up to his head. Then he freaked out. He threw himself off the couch and began screaming. He then started spinning around like a top in a most unnatural and unsettling way. How do I deal with this? It was impossible for anyone to spin the way he was spinning. I somehow grabbed his arm and hauled him upstairs into his room and closed the door, in which he seemed to continue to defy me. However the dream tapered off and I woke up.

Harmonica and a dream

armanaut — Sun, 11 Jul 2010 03:46:11 +0000

The two harmonicas

Yesterday (Saturday) afternoon, while my wife and I were talking amidst cleaning and working in the house, she heard the sound of a harmonica playing in my youngest stepson’s room. Here’s the thing. My youngest stepson has two harmonicas, both of which were on his bookshelf. One was in a box and on top of that was another harmonica without a box. The other fact is he was away with his brother at their father’s for the past week and for this upcoming week. He was not at home at all. I did not hear it, although at the moment I saw our dog trotting into the bedroom. We looked out the window, the neighbors next door weren’t home. So there was no accounting for the harmonica to be played at all. It only happened once.

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Last night I dreamt I was in the house at night and hearing a humming sound. I walked outside to see what it was and found people gathered at the end of our driveway looking up above our house. I looked and I saw pulsating green flashing above the house and into the nearby trees. I jumped and to my astonishment I jumped so high I was level with the roof of our house and I could see a strange round cylinder type object pulsating with green light. I became afraid. That is all I remember of my dream.

Dead birds, bad omens?

armanaut — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 03:50:02 +0000

Although due to the weather that is sweltering around here, my mother-in-law found three dead birds (one on the back porch, two in the side yard) with no indication that they were injured or bleeding, when she came home from workyesterday. If that wasn’t strange enough, my wife went to take the dog out this evening, and there was a black bird laying in the grass. Our dog bolted after it and picked it up in its mouth. He eventually dropped it and we brought him back in. I went out to see the bird and its feathers were all spread out in the grass. It was breathing but not moving. So we started to look for a box, in case it was injured. After finding gloves, box, and a flashlight (it was getting dark) we went to look for the bird, but it was nowhere to be found. We searched the entire backyard and our garden to no avail. Finally we came in and watched an episode of Lost on Netflix, an episode in which a dead bird appeared which signaled the death of the mother of a boy on the show. With all these bird sightings it has us a bit creeped out.

The Storm-Tossed Soul

armanaut — Sat, 22 May 2010 13:49:52 +0000

So why should I want anything to do with illness? Depressed, I have crawled on my hands and knees to get across a room, and have done it for month after month. But, normal or manic, I have lived faster than most I know. And I think this is related to my illness – the intensity it gives to things and the perspective it forces on me. I think it has made me test the limits of my mind…always, there were those new corners…I cannot imagine becoming jaded to life, because I know of those limitless corners, with their limitless views.

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind

Daniel Nettle, Strong Imagination

The Adjustment Bureau

armanaut — Sat, 15 May 2010 13:58:52 +0000

Dear friend,

armanaut — Thu, 13 May 2010 07:56:52 +0000

I had a dream about you last night. In the dream we met and were reminiscing our days – and it was like we entered a time stream, going back in time. Afterwards, you showed me a book, it looked somewhat like a hardcover children’s book, and it was a book about you, me and our adventures – (It seemed to be more or less what the dream was about – but now in book form). I remember looking at some of the words in the book and reading about how you came to visit me while I was in the Army in some foreign land and I was surprised you were there. This is what I remember reading:

“The Master Sergeant said to Josh: Move out soldier!
Josh turned to Doug and said “Hi Doug! How are you?”

So this sergeant was trying to get me to follow orders and all that, but I spent my time ignoring his demands and just trying to enjoy our visit together. I told T—- this morning and she laughed – she thought it was funny.

Joshua

Soul captured

armanaut — Fri, 07 May 2010 13:22:48 +0000

I have to preface this by what I saw in the sky when I came home from school last night. As I turned down my street(close to 830-845pm), I saw a bright light in the sky a few miles away to the east. After I turned into the driveway I walked by the street and looked at it. It was moving slowly in a southwestern direction. I saw a light flashing on it and I thought – must be an airplane – there’s an airport nearby. I turned back to the house, thinking about getting the camera, but did not, and I stopped. After a car parked on the side of the road, I checked back – mere seconds later to see that the object in the sky was gone. Thought that was strange – I should have still have seen it. I then went into the house.

Last night after working on my projects for school, I went to bed around midnight or so. I thought about the light I saw in the sky earlier and wondered if tonight would be “active”, though I didn’t immediately sense anything, other than a slight inkling.

Last night I dreamt I was in a building or room somewhere, looking for something and finding an object which I picked up. It was black with strange lettering on it-it was mesmerizing. I get a sense that it was round. When I picked it up, I was “caught” – as if I, my soul, was ensared by something somehow and a voice began speaking to me in my head – telling me that I am in a riddle or puzzle of some sort. I somehow responded back, but I do not know what I said. The voice immediately said in a condescending way “Let’s see how that works.” I was supposed to figure out this puzzle in order for my soul to be free. One of the questions asked about a person (by name – and I don’t remember the name) whom I knew nothing about, nor if that person ever existed. I had the feeling that it thoroughly enjoyed watching me trying to break free of this mental predicament.

The next portion of the dream I remember is still being in the same room when a very pretty young and petit woman walks in. She was about 4 feet high. She had blonde straight and smooth hair. She began talking to me though I do not recall much of what was said. I had the sense that she was telling me that my soul was trapped and that she felt sorry for my predicament. I noticed that her body movement and talk were not human – they were machine-like. She got up to leave but told me that I was given a reminder of my predicament and that it will stay with me for a time. In my head I imagined something physical that would prove that my fate was sealed or something.

The next thing I know was the growing sense of alarm my body went through. I found an awful familiarity of paralysis coming on, but furthermore I felt as if something, a force was entering my mind. At this point I tried to open my eyes and I could see the window to my left and lights flashing brilliant white, as if I was seeing lightning flashes. I could sense something was approaching and I was thinking I am not going to allow this. I was not able to move and as the feeling of pressure continued to grow I recognized that somehow I was being mollified to accept the situation. I then thought I can respond back or try to take back control. I mustered up my thoughts and I actually tried to think of something else but then the pressure grew stronger and I was overwhelmed. Not sure what happened after that – I just knew I lost.

I woke up a bit later, with the dreams and experience still fresh in my mind and I laid there for a few moments. I could hear a strange sound outside, though it could have been a plane. At that time of night though, I was already paranoid because of my experience. I finally grabbed my glasses and checked the time and it was 2:30am. I then woke my spouse and told her that I had a frightening dream. I got up and took the dog out and I didn’t hear anything at that point. Just before going back to bed – I looked in on my youngest stepson, who was sleeping soundly. We slept with the lamp light on, and I fell back to sleep. We were woken up by my youngest stepson who had a bloody nose. This was at 4am in the morning. We didn’t ask many questions – and I was very tired by that point.

Old, Burned and Dying

armanaut — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 17:04:08 +0000

In my dream last night I found myself in a line of people with my two stepsons in front of an old looking wooden house. Towards the entrance of the house were two or three men in dark black/grey monk garbs. They were preparing people entering the house. Inside was a woman, who I thought, was either dead or dying and we were there for her. I could see the monks putting dark garments on people and then painted them with an ash-like covering on the face. When it was our turn, we found ourselves clothed in these garments, and the monks brushing a powdery substance like ash across my face around my mouth and lips. There was a reason for this, but I don’t remember. Then we were to walk into the house. I remember feeling self-conscious as I walked in and I looked at my arms and body to see that I looked like I was burnt all over and I could feel a burning sensation as well as heat. On top of that a strange odor filled my nostrils and I was wondering what was going on. Inside the house, it was mostly empty, except for a few things. As the boys and I walked through, I suddenly realized that the old woman was sitting up on a bed beside us – which we were passing. She moved very little, but she looked like us, with charcoal burnt looking skin and very frail. We did not exchange words, although I knew that she was dying. I remember the sensation and the heat and the odor and I then wondered if this is what this old woman was experiencing – that she was suffering and we were all suffering like her. I think the boys were getting a bit nervous about what was taking place – they didn’t know what was happening. There were some chairs at the far end of the room (and it seemed to be only us at the moment – I did not see anyone who previously walked in before us in the room). I asked the boys to sit in the chairs and looked around the room to only find the woman being looked after by similar types of monks. My youngest stepson began to shout and refused to sit in the chair. I don’t remember what he was saying or what the issue was. But I told him, that we were guests in this house and that we needed to behave accordingly. That is all I remember from this particular dream.

Busy night

armanaut — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 02:35:02 +0000

Last night, the dog slept with us. I fell asleep and had a dream I was in a certain white house with some friends. I walked out the front door and saw another friend standing by the road. I walked across the green grass towards him and noticed that it was evening. I started talking to him, but it was cut short. I suddenly felt and knew something was coming (I thought I could see somehing down the road – but not sure what I saw)and an inner voice inside me told me I had to leave the area immediately. In fact my whole body felt like it was saying “GO!” In a hurry I told my friend “I have to go” and quickly dashed across the road and down a hill that lead towards the woods. As I was running, I knew that whatever it was, was right there behind me and I felt like there was an explosion. My body lifted up into the air, paralyzed, and I was suddenly hurling very fast through time and space across a vast distance and long history in an almost instantaneous way. I dont remember too much of what happened, but the thought that I was shot out of a cannon came to mind. Later my dream picked up that I was in the house running across a long hallway of stairwells which were very slippery.

The wife told me that she dreamt(last night too) she was driving in the countryside on a road and there were cars pulled off to the side. The owners of the vehicles were looking up at a night sky and she wondered what they were doing. She saw three glowing orbs of light near a farm in the sky and they merged together to create a large glowing sphere with a ring around it. She told me that the sphere was rotating topside downwards. and thats that.

My stepson shared with me a dream that he was in a store that was selling a large lego railway set for half off, but then found out it was on clearance and got it for free.