The past couple years I have bee having extremely intense dreams in coordination with the moon cycles.I don't call them nightmares because I haven't had nightmares since I was very young. I figured out how to initiate lucidity at a young age.When I was a child I would initiate lucid dreaming by jumping, in my dream and basicly fight the realization of gravity allowing me to fly. At first, I would, at some point, get scared of the hight or speed I had acheived by flying and wake myself up.After awhile I over came the fear and learned how to deal with fear in a dream. The reason I am writing about nightmares is because the dream I am about to tell you about may seem like one to you,but it was absolutely amazing to me.Also my intention for this thread is for people to share dreams or respond to dreams associated with the moon cycles.I'm interested in seeing if anyone has similar experiences to mine. I have two I wanted to share but I'll start with the shorter one and the other one later after some others share theirs. These both are straight out of my dream diary this is the first time I'm sharing them on this scale, but here we go:

We walked in a procession down a 2 lane road. Long and Narrow. At the left and right was water. To the left was the ocean. To the right was a lagoon.On either side was tall beach grass. On the other of the lagoon was a mountain. This atmosphere reminds me of Rt. 6 in Truro or Provincetown in Cape Cod Massachusets (if you have ever been there I'm talking about the place that that Edward Hopper painting is depicting) The mountain was large enoough to be topped by snow. Behind the mountain was a gigantig dragon that dwarfed the mountain. It had several heads (seven or maybe more) all with long serpentine necks attached. The heads swung rapidly like choreographed chaos each breathing fire (reminding me of the towers of industrial cities like Baltimore,Newark, Gary or Elizabeth. The flames were so huge we could feel the heat from the other side of the lagoon. Black residual smoke was left in their wake. One head swung around towards the procession as the dragon spoke the words, "plague" in this low, slow tone that was so loud I could feel it in my body. The water rippled in concentric circles as the heat got so intense it felt like my hair was singed. The procession was engulfed in smoke."What does this mean?",I thought. It felt like a war just descended upon my hometown, but that was only the sensation of it. I knew we were all caught. We were all sick. I could sense that we all knew but we continued our procession. There was a sensation on my skin on my cheeks. We continued through two very green grass hills. We were going to a building on the other side of them. The building appeared large and stark with mirrored glass windows like an office park biulding way out of context.The edges of the building were sharp and non descript. It was not a museum, school, apartments or any specific buisness. It was just square. The buildings shape suggested nothing of its purpose. We all stood outside waiting in line feeling death come over us. I looked around and everyone had a rash from the exposure to the smoke and the dragons words.The rash reminded me of a car accident I had been in where my head smashed into the windshield and left me with small cuts on my forehead and scalp except this was all over our faces. The scabs were miniscule uniformed dashes that were black and dry feeling. I could feel my skin tightening from the scarring and irritation. It stung as I talked. The sickness threatened to take over my whole body. We entered through some large metal doors as we went throuh the people turned from innapropriately docile to frantic as they all tried to organize a cure. Somehow I had found out we came here for classes or to learn something. The inside of the building was a maze of hallways and empty classroms but buzzing with the energy of people trying to figure out how they will survive. People were pushing past me and I felt calm and detached in the moidst of this chaos. I felt like I was worried but not flustered. I was moving so much slower than everyone and felt curious.so I decided to explore the basement. In the process I discovered a side door that led outside to a lush green lawn and dense trees and vegitation. Outside I looked at the sky it was a uniform like the clouds were reflecting neon. I empathised with all the people but felt focused on something else natural and calm at the same time. I was unphased and unrushed by the doom and chaos inside.I could see the rain falling but it was not here yet.The plague was affecting us all and getting worse but I knew the rain would help rinse it away. I went back into the building and rushed to get myself and everyone I could to the roof. When I got to the roof I looked to the sky again and could see every drop in the air individually. I felt the water hit my face and it was ice cold yet mixed with my sooty, scared skin it created a burning sensation much like cold rubbing alchohol. Again I was reminded of the car accident when gasoline poured across my cuts and burned yet was ice cold. It burned until the plague had bee completely cleansed from our system. By the time we were cured it was like a party in which we all laughed, talked, learned, ate and drank together. -December 23, 2006

sounds like revelations in the bible i read it last night

welcome to the army of angels.brining heaven on earth we will win.

Oh yeah actualy right after I had this dream I studied up on dragons and I read about dragons representing satan, evil, and the like. They biblical dragon had stolen the crown of jesus, or something, and had a bunch more crowns it was wearing.Supposedly this is a symbole secret societies for the NWO like to use. I personaly don't believe in absolute evil or absolute good at least not in this reality. To me evil is representational, for entities in a powerful moment of weakness. I do believe in so called angels or benevolent powerful multi demensional beings. The car accident I talked about was a waking experience in which I really should have been dead but came out with hardly a scar. Something let it happen then saved me. Angels? most likley. Recently I had a picture taken of me performing with my band in a bar that has been around since the 1890's unchanged. There were tons of orb anomolies around me. I have a feeling it was spirits or angels. Were supposed to get up to 12 angels working with us as we transition. I wonder?but thanks. I feel welcome. shine

Oh man It was a full moon last night and I didn't have a lucid dream. I think it was because I drank a couple beers. Alchohol tends to make one sleep to deep for a lucid dream. My girlfriend pointed out the moon too me when she got home from work by that time it was to late. I can get intense dreams after drinking but they are usualy visions that are more like movies. Like I am not involved. damn oh well. next time peace

The soul sends messages to you through dreams.

The only goal for the soul is for you to awaken consciousness.

This dream is a message from your soul.

Fire is light.

The fuel for fire is the transmutation of the vital fluid.

The transformation of the sensual instincts into higher emotional reflection through introspection.

Sublimation.

I went to bed this night not realizing that there was a full moon. The dream started off as if I was walking down a rain slicked cobble stone street, the kind commonly found here in brooklyn. I was admiring the architecture of the block long early 20th century industrial style factory buildings. I remember thinking the street is grey the buildings are grey, everything is grey except for the barley present yellow hue of street lamps. It was night but surprisingly vacant for a Brooklyn street. Black fire escapes zig zaged down tthe faces of the buildings. There was a silence in the air and a beautiful anxiety that something was about to happen. I had a distinct feeling that maybe I should be somewhere instead of enjoying my stroll because everyone else was somewhere else. I sudennly felt the ground shake and saw that behind the buildings immediately surrounding me buildings were rocketing straight up into the air. There was no sounds coming from these buildings they just were ripped from the ground and silently rocketing into space until they were no longer visible.

I notice a door was open and I could here clanking as if it were the backdoor to a restaurant kitchen. I thought ,"Why are people still working when there is such an emergency going on. Why do they still feel as though they need money?" As I walked passed the door I made eye contact with one of the workers. He was in a white apron. As soon as our eyes met I felt my hair all over my body tingle. I felt an energy rush through me. I remember feeling like an animal, specificly a human animal. I felt like perhaps the way humans had been before history. I felt very alert and aware. I knew I was hunted like an animal. I all of the sudden was aware that I have more strength than I ever realized, more physical strength, more spirit, more energy, more mental strength. The worker and I were still staring at each other but I saw that he had reached for a gun, which appeared to be a shotgun or rifle. I jumped as fast as I could. I cleared three floors and grabbed a fire escape before I heard the click of the gun being cocked. I knew at that point that he would never be able to kill me because I am so much faster. With every single movement I scaled at least one floor. I could see my reflection in the windows and my eyes were shining a single metalic color, like large ball berrings. My face was the same but it had an animalistic expression and I could hear myself panting or growling under my breath. It was a human sound but a guteral animal noise, as well, low and focused. I stopped climbing and yanked open a window. In side a woman was waiting for me. I could tell she was not a hunter and I returned to my normal state of being. She informed me about what was happening. She told me that some people have changed and are trying to help. She told me that in these buildings people are being taken care of because they are sick. She took me on a tour of the place the floor that she was on. She showed me beds were people were being treated for diseses and one room were a family sat at the foot of a bed in front of a fire. She said they were being given a private room and time to heal their family unit. She told me that the buildings were taking flight to save all these people and that the world had been devided into various factions. She said that the man at the restaurant wanted to kill me because his faction believes in saving the old way of civilization and that the people who have changed threaghtend their stability so they have been ordered to hunt us, to eliminate us. After that I woke up to the full moon directly aligned with my bedroom window. The light was shining all over my bed and even though it was 4 something in the morning I had this energy buzzing through my body and I just started scrawling down everything I could remember right there in the darkness.
Peace

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Great book..."The Art of Dreaming" By Castenada. You are not dreaming in the usual sense. You are Astral Traveling. Read the book and take control of it, it's fun, I do it often. Yes, the moon brings on, for me, more intense "Dreams" wink wink...but you can do the same traveling, for free...at other times once you master the techniques.

Have fun and don't follow any beings that ask you too, even if they don't ask you too...ya know???

Peace,
LuLu

hmm I love that book, but I gave my copy away to a friend.