Category Archives: Mind Control

Dreamwork: How Am I Metaphorically Kidnapping & Drugging My Self?

08 May 2017

Well, in the dream, it begins when I’m enjoying a concert. I see the keys melting, which really defies the laws of physics and yet I figure out a way to stop it from happening. Then the keys come apart and even though I don’t have technical background in the key’s mechanics I still figure out a way to fix them.

This leads me to be in a car driving by a location where a crime is taking place.

Once I’m spotted, I’m kidnapped & drugged.

That’s the end of the dream.

Dream of Being Jailed

28 August 2017

When something negative shows up in a dream, something like being jailed, then it’s good to start off with a question such as, “How am I jailing my Self?”

What this does it take you out of the rut of feeling like a victim and you get your power back.

In a recent dream I was temporarily imprisoned in something comparable to a juvenile detention center. It felt more like a retreat than a jail except I couldn’t leave if I wanted to but the facilities were excellent. I didn’t have a sense of why I was there or when I would get out.

When I was young, the adults who I lived with used to use the punishment of “going to my room” as the ultimate “fix” but unfortunately the rules were arbitrary so it was never entirely clear to me what kept me out of my room or what put me in it. Additionally, someone else could do something really wrong and that would get me sent to my room for some unjust reason.

Once imprisoned in my room, it could last for hours, or days. There was never a clear distinction about when I’d get to come out. It was sort of assumed I was banished to my room for an entire day. But sometimes I’d get called out for dinner.

When I got to the table I would be a bit dizzy from the lights and have a slight head ache from the stuffiness of a room. I’d feel like I had over-slept and my thoughts were not clear or focused. I’d feel like I had a cold or something even though I know I didn’t but the fuzzy-ness was the same.

Only the lure of food could keep me there in that cluttered & dusty dining room and I would not allow myself the privilege of even thinking about what to do next or how to get away from these monsters who entrapped & enslaved me.

The only safe place seemed to be to retreat back into my room. So like a trained beast, with the wildness beat out of him, I’d just often times go back to my room after dinner even though there was a hint that I could have stayed out now if I wanted too. I seem to recall my sister coming out of her room more often than I did as I can recall hearing her giggling and laughing with my mom.

So my sister’s negative actions got me punished to my room. And then I just stayed there for hours & days while she and my mom bonded in happy ways.

Then later, when I was a teen, my mom once said, “It just seems like you have built a wall that you will never let me pass.” And she said it as though it were a mystery.

How strange.

Dream: Stalked, Drugged & Kidnapped by CIA gang

08 May 2017

I am watching a Coldplay concert, which if it were real life would be one of the highlights of my life for sure, and when I step out for a moment to the main lobby I check my keys and find the long metal part of the key is melting. It’s just softening and becoming bendy. I toy with it a bit and then it hardens again. But when I return to the auditorium it melts again. I realize it’s the heat of the room which is making it melt.

I go back to the lobby to cool it down. Now parts of the key have disassembled. I return to be seated with the audience and am working on fixing the key. I’m thinking about how if I don’t fix it I do not have a spare one to go home with and I’ll be stuck in this city with my friend who I carpooled with.

Then the key shaft breaks off entirely from the base. It really freaks me out but as I play with it more I think I can keep it together long enough to put it in my car. So I tell my friend I’ll meet her out there.

I go out and insert the key. It turns the car on but then parts of the car are not working and its riding down the street. I pass by a school yard and see people falling, teachers are falling to the ground. I wonder if I should stop and help or keep going. Even if I wanted to stop I’m not sure the car would. I decide to stop and just check it out.

But as soon as I do a street-clothed CIA operative grabs me from the car, covers my head, and brings me into a locked room. I tell myself that even if they drug me, that my mind is stronger than their drug, and in fact it’s true. Three or four men enter and do something to me which disorients me for a moment but I quickly gain control. I realize I’m naked and I locate my shirt and put on pants which are far too big but at least they are pants.

The guard on the outside of the door sees me and comments and I try to speak but find I can’t. It’s the effect of the drug so I just murmur the words and it appears he is like-minded and understands and is trying to help.

I get back into the bed to try to relax and try to make it look like their drug has been successful but then the three return. One puts a pillow over my head and one holds my feet down and one puts a needle into my left thigh. I feel the long needle deep into my muscle and I feel the effect of the drug buzz through my body. Suddenly I feel like I”m on a roller coaster ride and am zooming around.

But then I take control of my mind again, bring my awareness back to my body and realize they are still there in the room. I don’t move. They think I am unconscious but I am listening to what they are planning next.

Then I wake up.

The analysis for this dream will be posted at another time.

Dream: Receiving a Precious Gift

10 February 2017

In the dream, I am sitting on a window seat looking out at the bright afternoon sun.

Others are there engaged in some sort of ritual which they are familiar with and they bring little trinkets, stones and talismans to a spot on the window sill and leave them there, like it’s an alter.

Then C.B. approaches and instead of leaving his trinket in the bowl he gives it to me. It’s hard for me to tell what it is at first. But later I look at it closer and see it is like a thimble with a cross on it. He tells me it’s passed down from his grand-mother. I know it means a lot to him.

At first I am focused on something else and I just put it in my pocket and when I go back to it later I can’t find it and really panic. But then I find it and hold it tight in my hands. I decide to keep it forever.

Later two things happen. One I’m in a shower room with a lot of others getting ready for something and some boys are goofing off but eventually they get ready. Then also I am on the floor and kissing Y.E. When I realize what’s happening I jump off of him and tell him off. He’s annoyed that I didn’t go along with his game and I’m freaked out that he got me that close to him when my guard was down.

In another part of the dream I am in a house with D.N. She is being in her cruel way and I go out to the hallway to decide what to do next to help clean the house and then decide to just leave. So I leave but then G.B. and I are talking and G.B. does not want to believe that anything is wrong with D and she is just continually trying to point out what I’ve done wrong. She pushes all my buttons but I stay really strong. You are wrong. I tell her with my words and actions. She doesn’t want to believe it.


Daily Dream Diary – Saving a Baby From a Burning Car

In the dream, I learn a baby has been left in a car. Someone points out to me that a metal piece from one car has poked a hole in the car with the baby. The hole is near the gas tank. Just as I’m thinking to remove the baby then the owner gets in the car to drive away. The others tell him to stop but he doesn’t because he is like a mobster and thinks he can do anything he wants. So he turns the ignition again. From where I am I can see sparks begin to fly and yet he tries again. The others don’t know what to do to get him to stop but I have an idea.

As I go to the baby to remove her I also shout, “STOP! Fire!” and those words catch his attention. But it’s too late. He turns the ignition again and the car bursts into flames. Luckily I had very quickly untied the 6 month old baby and held her close to me as I ran a distance away. Not even the heat of the flames could reach me.

Later I did two things. I brought the baby to her parents and I told them what I did. I said it was good that I was able to remove her and I said if they hired me privately as a full time care-giver then I could have full rights to continue protecting her. I told them as a private arrangement we have more rights than if we don’t formalize it. They agreed.

Then I went back to the parking lot at the car dealership and found two police investigators checking out the remains of the burnt car. I approached them calmly and after a few attempts at starting I was able to tell them what I had seen and heard. They were grateful for my information because no one else survived and they had no idea what happened.

(Interestingly, because I explained the details to the investigators in the dream then when I woke up I could remember the details with more clarity.)

My input helped them figure out what happened.

I had two other dreams. One was a really awesome river dream in that I was flowing and floating down a peaceful river with friends and could easily kick and splash my feet. When I think of the action and the way I was swimming it was like I was a mermaid, although I wasn’t conscious of that in the dream. It was such a playful and carefree experience.

In another dream, I was in an apartment in a high sky-rise with Gracie and a friend or two. They were playing around and then something caught my attention that someone from far away in another high sky rise was monitoring us from a great distance with binoculars. I took action and closed the blinds. There was a bit of confusion and then we were outside. I saw one or two people in black and one person was very tall and in green. It was more like an intelligent creature, sent to scare me but I wasn’t scared.

I gave instructions to the girls and later when I was talking to those who hired me as a care-giver I mentioned this strange surveillance issue. They were not worried and basically told me to keep doing what I’m doing.