I used to post certain dreams of mine on a Dutch Jungian website: kaleidoscope-forum.org/
The site has since closed down, but was invited by a few members to rejoin after a few of my dreams started to come true in major details, such as the arab spring. Most of my dreams don’t determine diddly squat, but a handful have. I had a few repetitive dreams, invovling the same mountaintop temple (of unknown denomination) that I would try really hard to get up to, in the second dream (I think it was number two) part of the path took place in the hills above San Francisco Bridge on the San Mateo side. I hadn’t been to San Francisco since I was ten, and only at night. I involved me climbing up a sliding hillside after the steps ended, at a certain altitude where I could look down and see the bridge, but still climbing up before reaching the top and moving through a weird industrial area where white cloth were being run through red liquid in spinning stainless steel pools, round and around… and I thought I had something to do with making it, but didn’t recognize the design and purpose… before pressing higher to the temple where I was late in arriving, everyone else had already left.
I physically moved to San Francisco later on, as in my dreams, it was the only sure point of reference I had. I dumped my stuff on a hillside between the golden gate bridge’s highway and a industrial area near Crissy Field above the Army’s old Japanese Lnaguage School, and tried tp walk to it. After discovering the sea lever route wasn’t any good (it was, just didn’t know how to get there using it then) I made it to the bridge, walked across it, and started looking. What I saw was at the very level my dream occured at, a caterpillar excavator was flattening out the very area the dream took place in- previously to that damn near very moment, the very location my dream took place in was underground. One of the forum’s members said it looked like Wine Country- the machines used for processing the wine, but I’ve never seen them, because I’ve never been that interested in them. Wine country for me is a place where cheese is made, and never bothered to learn the details of liqour manufacturing, as I don’t drink.
So I made damn certain I would never head that way. In reality, I wasn’t too late, but too damn early. It’s been pointed out before by friends I am really stubborn in rejecting causality if I can see it comming and dislike it. Of the three temple dreams, it was my least favorite in showing up to a empty place.
My oldest dream I remember of this type is one occuring in Alaska, I’m on the western coast, moving up on Russians landing there in the winter. I have on a wooden visor, and am wearing the bare minumum in gear, and throw a explosive spear from a altalt at a vehicle, and immediately before it hits start shooting at guys. Later on when I was in the army- years later, I was sent to Alaska… and was a little concerned about this dream for obvious reasons. It never happened, but was a few months ago offered a job watching a cabin in western Alaska, keeping it’s generators going in the winter. The superstition of this dream caused me to decline it. That, plus the naked cabin fevor that would enevitably overcome me.
The details of the Arab Spring dream are deeply insightful, and paralelled the Ivory Coast-Libyian debacle exactingly… except in key details. It’s the reason why I’ve always payed very close attention to the Air Mountains. In the fall- roughly the time the website I linked to shut down, it was at a fever pitch for me, and pissed off alot of analysts and enthusiasts there. That spring, it struck with a vengence. Like I said, the site is back up on another forum, and I’m invited back, but at this point, I feel weirded out by the accurateness of the dreams, and even more- I feel certain detailes of it not fulfilled, one of which involved me, will come through. In fairness, I am a bit knowledgeable of the whole area NOW, but not when I had this dream. It was egotistically shattering in a sense that it would all be my fault (it’s how the dream came out) but now the main wars have happened in the Ivory Coast and Libya… it’s not nearly as incriminating as it was.
Another dream I had was back in early 2009 I think it was. It was me hiking down through Cincinnati, into Kentucky and Tennessee… and then suddenly I was in the Gulf of Mexico. I was walking along the shore, and knew it was enevitable… the time I was running away from had finally arrived, and I would live up to it to the best of my abilities. I got into a ship, and went out into the ocean, and headed out. I con’t remeber the details anymore- had it written on that site- I think someone fell in, and I dived in, and couldn’t reach her… and started sinking down into a deep darkness. It wasn’t like water, and I felt I was dying… and then I was very still in thick darkness. I knew in my last memory I wouldn’t be remembered going there, everyone wouldn’t begin to guess where i died.
Well… that BP oil spill happened later on, and decided against my impulse to go there and help with the cleanup. I still can’t shake it… the feeling of assurity i have that that place, exactly like that- is how I am going to die. It’s pressed in me with a surity I can’t break no matter the amount of reasoning I give against it. It makes it easier to take unconsciousable risks now… the sort of stuff the average person wouldn’t undertake- stuff I usually wouldn’t. I might get injured or introuble, or trapped in some nasty place where I will rot, but it never quite feels like what I will meet my end there. There is a finality I am approaching, and I don’t kow the date of it, but I know the place… and know I will hit it head on, pushing myself the best I ever would despite the consequences. In the meantime, I can strive to do the things I’m too afraid to do. Outside of heading to East Africa or Climbing that hillside in San Mateo, fuck that shit. but everything else… yeah.
A few other dreams, such as descending backwards on a spaceship in low orbit back into re-entry, I was able to find similar structured dreams in a few other guys… the Brit ‘Robuccus’ had a few similarly structured dreams… to the point the Dutch and the Santa Monican dream Therapists both seemed a bit odded out by, as neither had encountered out dream structures in the past, despite the great similarity we and a few other guys had in overall themes and details.
Anyway, my overall dreaming capacity has dramatically warped in the last few months. In the period above, they could still be interpreted by classical means, but now… I think my dreaming state is post-lucid- it’s a bit more aware that it is a dream, and has awareness it’s lacking in certain functions, and just seeks to complete what I was working on during the day- I can get stranded, consciously none stop, on the same intellectual problems, sleeping or waking- for days now at a time, and it causes headaches. I’ve had a total of six normal dreams in the last two months, and only two of them was uninstigated. The last four have occured the last four nights because it occured to me I wasn’t have any sex dreams, just mind numbing engineering solution to problems dreams… so I’ve gotten more sex dreams now. Still no twins. I want lustful twins deeply desiring to do unchristian things to me, and I want it to be prophetic. If I get the twins, in dreaming then in real life, I might be willing to finish that climb at the Golden Gate. I’m willing to bargain with the fates here, just let me know- signal me or something. Until then, I’m on strike.