Dreaming Owls
Posted by Rick MG at 09:48, 16 Aug 2009Originally posted to The Fourth Kind news, but I thought I'd update my dream blog:
I had a vivid dream about 10 years ago I think, in which I was on a bus driving along a coastal road. Staring out the window at the beach, I saw stranded whales, so I yelled to the driver to stop and I immediately got off the bus. When I ran over to the whales, they were small enough to pick up, so I carried them one at a time and waded out to deeper water where I released them and they swam away. There was broken glass and I was barefoot, but I managed to save all the whales. When I looked back at the now empty beach, I was surprised to find I was a long way from shore, in deep dark water. A jetty extended out to sea near me, impossibly long, so I swam over to it. Climbing onto the jetty, I saw I was now miles from shore, the land a distant line on the horizon. Suddenly a boar charged me. I should have been scared, but for some odd reason I wasn't and held my ground. The boar changed into a stag with magnificent antlers and stopped in front of me. It motioned with its head to a large deck above, so I climbed the ladder. Everything was incredibly dark now, pitch black, and I could see nothing but the four corners of the deck. Perched on one corner railing was an owl.
That's all I can remember of this brilliant dream!
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12 April 2007
3 hours 3 min
You might find this story interesting.
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It's not the depth of the rabbit hole that bugs me...
It's all the rabbit SH*T you stumble over on your way down!!!
Red Pill Junkie
19 August 2009
2 years 10 weeks
This story isn't about an actual owl per se, but I guess you could consider it a dream.
About four or five years ago I was sleeping in my bed when I awoke abruptly to find that I couldn't move. There was a strong element of fear envolved in this state (I'm assuming it is sleep paralysis) so I tried to call out to my girlfriend who I'm guessing was in the living room. I could not open my mouth, so any sound that came out just sounded like humming. I felt myself drifting back into unconciousness and, out fear, I fought as hard as I could to stay awake and move.
Suddenly I felt a presence in the room. This presence became three seperate entities before becoming somewhat visible and unveiling themselves as, you guessed it, your typical almond-eyed, dome-headed, grey-skinned aliens. They were all three on the left side of my bed, two near the foot (the one furthest away being the tallest of the three, standing a good foot taller than the shortest, who was directly in front of the tallest) facing the third, who was standing closest to my head, but not exactly near it. I had the distinct impression at the time that:
a) this was the most absurd thing I had ever experienced in my entire life
b) Scotty didn't beam these things down; whatever they were they were around everywhere all the time, usually invisible to the naked eye (or normal wake-a-day state of conciousness)
c) they were doctors of some kind (I would have another "doctor" experience a few years later with the use of Salvia divinorum)
They seemed to be talking to each other, but I don't recall seeing their mouths move. I didn't understand most of what they were saying, but from their hand gestures and head movements they seemed to be talking about me. The only thing I can remember them saying was something about "the white owl" which was a reference to me. Then I lost conciousness.
This occured around noon or so, so if a UFO had landed in my yard, I'm pretty sure the neighbors would have at least asked them if they would like to leave a message for me instead of so rudely interrupting my much needed sleep. I've been working the graveyard shift for the past seven years, so you can imagine that me and the 40 winks are quite the close companions.
On a pretty relevant note, I PROBABLY smoked cannabis earlier that morning.