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I'm not going to bore you with convoluted dreams. 
What this means is my mind wakes up while my body is still in REM sleep. Occurrences like this are what inspired the idea of Incubi! Many people hear noises like I did, even the same ones: seashell sound/rushing water, ringing, and buzzing like bees. Hallucinations can go along with sleep paralysis, but I haven't had any of those. One guy who wrote about his occurrences said he could ward it off (which I have done 2 times last week) but that it made the next one more extreme. Next time I will just go with it. It also tends to run in families. 

I visited my Dad this weekend and he said it happens to him all the time. 

This morning, for the first time since before I was pregnant, I had a conscious dream. I was alone in bed (since it was a lock-in) and because of that my sleep was often interrupted. It's hard to sleep without Jason around and with the cats demanding to know where he is. Babette and her needy mews, Brody kneeding and purring, and the Baby Do laying on my legs. Interrupted sleep is one of my major triggers for concious dreaming. Also, I got heartburn again and even pepto wouldn't take that lumpy, burning feeling out of my chest so I was sleeping on my back proped up with pillows in a reclining position because it was the only way that gave me any relief. Laying on my back is also a way that sends me into conscious dreaming.

My dream starts out normal enough, dull and strange with Jason driving a black hummer and turning it in a narrow space to allow another hummer room to manuver down my mother's driveway. Him and the other driver begin fucking around by playing bumper cars with the hummers to see which one is more badass. I get mad. Eventually the other hummer leaves, we park, and I ask him to stay outside with me but he refuses. He mounts the steps a goes onto a second level porch looks down at me and goes inside. I am left sitting on a step ladder (one from real life here at the LAN) in the yard of the house. This is the first time I realize I am concious and dreaming because I am criqueing the scency that is very detailed, colorful and intense. I find it uninteresting though since it looks too real, too New York. If I am going to dream why can't I dream a beach? I was sitting at the top of a hill with a very gradual incline down to a swampish type pond. The grass is yellowed, the ground moist looking, leaves hug the edges of the banks on the water. It is probably fall. The trees are thin and straight and between them I can see a red barn in the distance. There is a faint mist on the ground. I watch as two large donkeys run through the shallow water of the pond and pause on the opposite bank to drink.

That's strange, I think. Who ever heard of wild donkeys in New York? It is so detailed I could tell you the varing shades of their coats.

Turns out they aren't wild. Two boys in jeans, boots, and green sweaters are leading them with powercords (of all things) and holding the big plastic wheels the cords are wrapped around.

Somehow this makes more sense than wild donkeys to me.

I then become aware of the wolves. There are two circling me with yellowed, brown tipped fur. I know I don't have time to run, time to call Jason for help, or anyway to flee. I am about two feet off the ground on the step ladder. Then I see what I think of as the Queen wolf. She is huge and paces by me looking at me with one gleaming eye. I have a safty pin in my hand, opened. I tell her if she tries to get me I will stab her in the eye with the pin.

I am suddenly about 7ft up in the air on a massive ladder and then I am swinging. The sensation is like nothing I ever felt in dreams. I never really FEEL anything in dreams, but this I FELT. Like swinging on a swing only more intense. The weight of gravity pulling me back as I moved forward. Then being pulled foward as I move back and all the world a blurr. I am both amazed and scared. I'm amazed at how free I feel swinging and how OMG I'm DREAMING this. At the same time I am scared because there is that lose of control that goes with knowledge of the dream. The sensation is too real. Too intense and that feeling of being really alive in my dream is growing. Our of my right eye I see a bush. I am amazed at it. All I really notice are the flowers: bright yellow, deep magenta, a throbbing purple. Remember this! Remember this Autumn! I tell myself. Then I see an olive blurr, a human shape. Panther...I think. Panther! Panther! It's PANTHER.

A part of me says "I don't like this. I don't like this at all. Too much. Wake up! Wake up!" I call it the Autumn defense mechanism that is crazy afraid of being too aware in my dreaming. Which I have read I am supposed to not listen too, because running from concious dreams is the worse possible thing to do. But there I go. Boom! Awake, totally aware of what just happened.

Waking up is a hard habit to break. I taught myself to do it as a kid. :(

So I call Jason and tell him the dream so I won't forget and I tell him to tell Panther to be careful. But I doubt he said anything to Panther, because Jason doesn't believe dreams fortell anything and I do.

It is possible to eat a 7oz container of cream cheese in one day.

Been there, done that.
Gonna get hella fat

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Remember all those weird dreams I have been telling you about? Well I emailed a specialist in dreams who teaches at my school. He told me it sound like sleep paralysis and nearly everyone has it once in their lifetime. About 30% of the population has it more than once.

What this means is my mind wakes up while my body is still in REM sleep. Occurrences like this are what inspired the idea of Incubi! Many people hear noises like I did, even the same ones: seashell sound/rushing water, ringing, and buzzing like bees. Hallucinations can go along with sleep paralysis, but I haven't had any of those. One guy who wrote about his occurrences said he could ward it off (which I have done 2 times last week) but that it made the next one more extreme. Next time I will just go with it. It also tends to run in families.

I visited my Dad this weekend and he said it happens to him all the time.

Flushed face, burning eyes, and slightly fevered skin. A thought, a shiver, an always present desire. She scrambled to find something in the fabric of the sheets. Her fingers gripping. He was her messenger. Tipped smile, sea tone in his breath infinant and churning. Color splotches melding to the rock beyond the windows. Through the plaster sleeps potential. shadowed rogue laying on the floor lulled into dreams by the messenger. A letter slips beneath the door with a seal of virgin blood and lover's tears, semen, spit and sweat. Another kneels by the sleeping rogue. A naked girl with bare shoulders, her eyes a 10/10ths sky. An infant suckles at her breast, blood froth on it's lips. Taking the letter she swallows it down. The infant begins to cry. The rogue sighs in his sleep.

Above and below we're both quite alike.
Our fates in each others hands

I had a dream I was at the ocean trying to balance on a beam of wood right where the tide broke. My bare feet kept sliding on the wet wood. Jason was there watching me. Then these huge waves started coming faster and faster. I lay down and grabbed the beam and they were breaking all over me. Jason must have wadded in to help me. We both managed to get out on our own. I forget a lot of what happened, but I know that we figured out we could travel to different worlds. If we stole something from a world we could get back to it. At one point we were in this huge theater. I haven't had much luck with remembering my dreams lately.

We were planning to kill our mother. But they weren't my brothers or sisters. Yet, we said we were going to kill our mother. There were quite a few of us, but I can't see the faces. We shoved her in the washing machine and poured poison on her face, quickly shut the lid as it filled with water to let her drown. I remember two guys said "Is she dead?," and opened the lid. I was the one that shoved it back down and said she wouldn't die that easily.
We became cursed with certain abilities after we killed her. I was sitting in some room, and a small child came in. I sensed that he was hurt, so i laid my hand on the side of his head and tried to take away his hurt. But he moved away and told me not to touch him. His thoughts had drifted to me. He was afraid to let me touch him because he parents never laid a hand on him unless it was to hurt him. So I tried to take away his pain again and he pulled away. I told him i was trying to help him and he said. "You may lay your hand on my hair." And he bowed his head so his hair came forward and brushed the palm of my hand.
Some of the other people who had killed the mother were there. They thought it was foolish of me to help this child at all, but one said he would aid me, even if it was a waste of time. So we made him go to sleep, and i held the kid and followed him into his dreams were his mind was unprotected and I began to drain away all the bad things he had known, but I couldn't do it all. So I pulled back, and rubbed my hands against each other to send the bad memories away. Then the guy took the child and followed him into his dreams to take the rest of the hurt.
Meanwhile I'm suddenly in my Grandmother's old house. The one she lived in until Nonney (Grandmother in Italian/ She was my great grandmother) died. Everything is all kinda dark and dim, as it usually is in my dreams. It has a blueish cast. I walk around the living room, taking blankets and laying it over the others, over the guy healing the child. I walk all around, things seeming bigger then they were. The pantry is pitch black and I am afraid to enter. I hear my grandma waking up, so I have to try and get her to go back to sleep so she doesn't walk out of her bedroom and see all my friends laying in her living room. That works.
Then the guy healing the child stands, and gives me the boy. I lay him down beside someone sleeping on the floor so he won't be cold. His small hands cling to me in sleep, but he doesn't wake up. I then go to sit beside the guy, rest my head on his shoulder, and go to sleep.

There is also the faint memory of wondering around some buildings in the dark. Their is a sloping rise to the right with heavy pine trees. Its night, and I'm on the sidewalk. It seems vaguely familiar.

And now since I'm on the subject of dreams. I often have the same one again and again, only its not really the same one. Its like I'm in the same place, only since I've had it before i know where the danger is and avoid it. One is about an old house, it usually white, sometimes its a hotel, and it has a red room, or pink that I know I mustn't go in. It usually has secret passages. And I hide from something in a hidden room at the top of the house.

And another is the pine tree city place. I know their is a cemetery nearby. And a gravestone that if I go near it, I become invaded, or tormented by the person buried there.

Dreams are just strange. i wonder if they really mean anything!