Feb 12, 07 AM - by "Lucie"

Magnified is standing on a roof top, when suddenly, I'm awake. What am I doing on the roof? I call a ladder to appear for me to get away. First try, nothing. Second try, I knock with a small yellow stone, and the ladder appears on my left. I climb down. After I am on the ground level, other people including R start climbing down the ladder too, but somehow it has become shortened. They call after me. I call the ladder to lengthen. With the yellow stone, I knocked and the ladder grows longer. They all are able to come off of it.

At this point, I wonder what I should do. Normally I would call things to appear, but this time I have nothing I want to appear. So I ask a question: where is a good place to meditate? Immediately I see a slab of land in the middle of the sea. I realize it is a place called "dai cheung jong", but I don't see it in writing. On the slab of land it looks quite busy, but it is too far to see clearly. The waves are a rich and dark green color, rising high but there is no wind. I look to the left, I see several buildings rise out from the sea, each 10+ stories tall. Looking into one of the windows, I see a man with dark hair, holding a huge pair of yellow scissors. He is not cutting, I don't think. Everything is very quiet.

Nov 22, 06 7AM - by "Magnified" & "Lucie"

~~Magnified~~
I come into a building where people have church gatherings. Not a familiar place, but somehow these people know us and seem happy to see us back. Soon they leave and 5-6 of us remain. We want to leave too, but we cannot get the elevator to work. A black guy appears and explains to us to us how to work it: We must first go inside the elevator, then 2 of us must run out, press a green switch to close the doors, and run back into the elevator before the doors close completely. The elevator will then move and stop at different floors, but we must wait until the right floor to exit. Otherwise we'll be lost and trapped inside. He then disappeared.

We proceed to follow his instructions. I pressed the switch together with another woman. She isn't too happy that I run faster then her. Sure enough, the elevator moves. The doors open once, not the right place. We wait patiently. Doors open again, still not right. When the doors open the third time, someone recognizes that to be the right floor, and we all get out. Somehow, it doesn't look right to me. As we turn the corner it is a garden. The same black guy is there again. He is hooking up the garden hose. "He's going to spray water at us" I thought to myself.

~~Lucie~~
Suddenly I realize that I can stop his actions because this is my dream. I said "stop", and he and his water froze! Just like when you press the PAUSE button on the remote. Cool! We walk by him and eventually get outside of the building. I decide to eliminate him from the dream. I command him to disappear and clap my hands, and poof he is gone!

To further play out the dream, I look down to my hands. They have a slight yellow glow, like when you have poor TV color reception. Recalling that I can make anything happen in dreams, I command my right hand to grow a new finger below the thumb. It grows right in front of my eyes. Then I poke through the left hand, the finger goes right through. This is fun! I'm dreaming! I turn toward the dc next to me and ask, "Do you know I am dreaming?" He said, "I don't know." "Do you know that you don't exist?" I ask again. He said "No". Haha. This actually works out like they say it would.

I want to call someone up. Who should I call? I call SM. Out on the right, in the alley, appears FingTou. Hahahaha, wrong guy. I meant someone taller and more handsome. I call SM again, clap my hands, and there he is, in a white sweater. As I talk to him, he shows a confused look, like he doesn't know how to respond. I guess he is just another dc imaged after SM. Not really him.

Nov 10, 06 AM - by "Lucie"

(One of those sleepless nights with periods of questionable wakefulness. I think it's Lucie?)

As I struggle to fall asleep and fail countless times tonight, a thought came to summon TWM, my dear friend, to help. I concentrate and call out in my mind, "I cannot sleep, something is wrong with this house and it keeps me awake, help me!"

It becomes all dark. I hear faint sounds whispering in the background, it seems my loudness is disturbing others. No answer. I call out again, stating who I am, and who I want.

It is raining, I hear it. Rain starts to drip over my head, my face, but it's not wet. Very interesting feeling, so real. It's like standing in the rain, but I feel everything except the wetness. I cannot see, but I hear thunder. Lightning flashes, I now see a black silhouette outside my window blinds. It's my protector coming on a horse. As s/he approaches, s/he raises a bow and locks an arrow on, but somehow decides not to shoot. Then it becomes all dark.

I open my eyes and find myself laying in bed, in a room with wood walls in pleasant daylight. A little girl with brunette hair enters and says 'hi'. I say 'hi' back to her. A little boy comes in after her and wants to come close to me. Who are they? I reach out my right arm to greet him. As I reach out I see a Caucasian arm: pinkish white skin with some tan. The skin looks aged and there is a lot of hair on it. That's not my arm! How did I become a white man? I stand up to look at myself in a full-length mirror: She made me an old man? White hair, bald middle spot, mustache and only wearing underpants where something is showing... it's black? How can I be a white man with a black part? This is SO strange!! Where am I? The air feels warm and it feels like Hawaii to me. Perhaps the phonebook or something can give me some clues.

I walk around and find a bar counter. There is a stack of yellow business cards. There's gotta be an address on there. I pick one up, it says "K & M" something. If I can only finish reading the address... where is TWM? I turn around. A lady in a black dress is getting a drink, it's TWM! She looks pretty without much make-up on. "How come I'm a man?" She smiles and points to her male friend and says, "Yes, you are one of his friends". So she had put me in as "another friend" in the party in order that no one knows I don't belong. Soon enough, I wake up in my own bed.

(It's 6:41am, TWM must be at her office by now. Did I fall asleep after all?)

Nov 9, 06 - by "Magnified"

(This was quite a long dream that starts out quite complicated and long, however most of the beginning is now lost.)

I end up inside a big bedroom, half-laying on the bed, perhaps watching TV. Two brothers approach. The one in front has an evil look, he's coming to get me. The one behind him wants to help me, but cannot move fast enough. But I'm faster, I ran out of the house. He's not just one, but a group that is after us. We ran and ran (details are lost) and before we know it, our car of 3 people ended up in the "northwest" of Canada. Occupying the back seat, I admire this land where few man had visited, all covered in snow, with the sun tranquilly shining down from a cloudless sky. Such peace and quiet beauty gives me calmness beyond description...

In the blink of an eye, I notice that our driver (in the right front seat) had become one of "them". Perhaps all these peaceful picture is a disguise to distract us from noticing him. He was going to get us lost and do bad things to us! Quickly, the guy in the front left seat - who is one of us being pursuited - gives me a long knife. We cannot let the bad guy live, I have to kill him to save all of us. Without second thought, I take the knife and stab the driver twice...

Nov 8, 06 - by "Magnified"

Mom lays under a dark-green park bench inside a light-yellow room. She watches a translucent cocoon being formed, hanging from one of the planks. She tells me it is a Tiger Dragon. Gently she rocks the cocoon with her head movements. I worry that perhaps the Tiger Dragon may hatch prematurely because of that. Before I could stop her, the cocoon broke and the green creature came out. Afraid that it will start hurting people, I tell mom to constrain it while I pick up a pocket knife from the floor and stab it to death. As it dies, white arrows come out from its body. The metal arrowheads are gold in color, shaped as small equilateral triangles. The body of the arrows are not stick but white plastic strips. They start floating upward in a bundle, towards the ceiling. Hurrily I put my two hands around the bundle and pull it down. Who knows what will happen if each arrow start going its own direction? It can hurt many people. After the white bundle, a blue bundle came out. Mom gets her hands on that new bundle to control it's movements. Suddenly the white bundle changes its course to follow the blue, as if wanting to attack it. We cannot hold them any longer.

Aug 11, 06 PM - by "Magnified"

I'm at some presenation workshop. Not really a participant, but to meet some lady there. A group of participants watch a demo on TV. Sandy (from Jade Holiday) shows up and introduces her husband to me. Then the lady comes and asks me for the forms she needed. We need to fax them out. We ask two teachers who walk by to show us where to go. They point to a room in the parking garage. There is a cult that practises "faith, hope, love, truth". They even have 4 cars painted for each value, each in its own color. To let us use their fax, we must go through "initiation". I am directed to this stone room where there are stairs that lead downward, but the end cannot be seen. They say "go in and face forward, close your eyes" then they close the door. It is so dark. I get nervous, but try to calm down by thinking, with "faith, hope, love, truth" in me, I probably won't die. In darkness there is a soft, cool wind. Slowly, it feels like I'm flying in a downward motion (or so I think). I try to walk down the steps, but can't really feel them beneath my feet. I feel some kind of pull, and I sense a space growing inside me. Soon enough the door opens again, the ordeal is over! I open my eyees to find that I'm sitting on the ground. They seem happily surprised that I appear to be calm and did not freak like other people might do. As I come out, the next person, a man, goes in. When the door opens again, we find that he he sits bunched up and screaming. Water is pouring from above him (inside the stone room) and the water keeps filling up the room rapidly.

Soon water is everywhere. A father and his daughter comes to play. She has an archery set, which she must blow air in to shoot the arrows. Her dad has another set, but that uses elastic rebound to shoot.They are shooting suction-cup tip arrows out to the sides of the "river", where there are apartment buildings.

Something goes wrong in the water, a diver is called in to fix the "water pipe system". She arrives all geared-up and ready to go. They open a tube door for her and she dives right in. Such confidence & experience... I want to be like that too. The water is icy cold now!

Water continues to flow into a rapid. A big piece of ice in the shape of the front of a car rushes pass us. I struggle to roll up windows to stop the water from coming into my car. Somehow the water just doesn't feel cold.

Aug 10, 06 PM - by "Magnified"

In HK again. I need to go home, it's getting late. (I always have trouble finding the right transportation. It seems unclear where I want to go.) To dad's apartment? or pick up mom from somewhere? I had a dream, I saw Susan & Nilda (from KONH) on board MTR train. Susan had found a friend, a guy who has sparse hair and wears a light blue shirt. He seems real nice to her. When I wake up, I am on MTR train again, Susan actually show up wearing the same light blue shirt. I tell Susan I saw in my dream that she would find another person after her husband passed away, and he wore the same shirt as she wears now. Susan finds it funny. I forget to tell her his name, I think he did tell us in the dream.

Walking out onto the street, I see a very tiny brown dachshund that looks ill-treated. He is timid and fearful, but he lets me pick him up. I have to find him a good home. He becomes a silver ring (shaped as a dog) and I put it on my finger. Where have I gone? I am here to visit my dad's apartment, but perhaps he's not home. Shucks! I don't have a cell phone again. (This always happens in the same type of dream).

I go to a store that looks like "Wellcome". There is a poorly-lit section warded off with turnstiles, but I go in anyway. Containers full of candies are everywhere, I find a few samples and put them in my bag. There is a promotion on purple and yellow M&Ms, they are new colors.

When is dad going to come home? How long do I need to wander on the street, carrying my poor little puppy?

Jun 22, 06 PM - by "Magnified"

I must have eaten something strange, or started a cell-research on myself. My body is starting to mutate. Here I am, sitting atop a huge rock at the "Tamar site" waterfront, teaching a stroke patient how to say "Tim Ma Laam" in Chinese. Next thing I know, I'm inside a spacious white sky-lit lobby, feeling very weak. A group of young people are playing hide-&-seek. They are part of my research team, and also my friends. They know that I feel really sick, but they want me to feel like being in the game with them.

Some water is leaking-in from the roof, I have to be careful not to get wet, or else my body will decompose. I feel as if I'm dying. Nothing can change my fate. However, I am not fighting it. All my teammates truly care for me as they try to include me in their daily activities. I feel very touched and loved.

They take me to a room where there is a target-shooting training/game. I get to use a flimsy rifle that has a slight bent at the tip of the shooting barrel. The target is in a TV screen, non-moving, but small. As the police officer explains how the "game" works, I'm thinking, how can this thing shoot when it's bent?

When it comes time to take aim, I use my left hand to center the tip and shoot. Right on target! How's that possible? I guess I'm very good at aiming. Haha. Second shot is a hit again.

Suddenly I realize that the other "players" are down on the floor, shooting from different angles. Oh, am I supposed to do that too? No wonder I'm making my shots that easily! So I position myself as if there is a barricade in front and fire my 3rd shot. Is that it? Only 3 shots are allowed? I guess I didn't pay attention when the officer explained the game.

That was fun, but as I walk out of the room it starts to feel weird on my feet. This mutation has the ability to turn my body parts upside down, front side back, so to speak. I can feel my left heel moving forward and my toes moving backward. But it still looks normal on the surface. What an eerie feeling...

Before I realize what is happening, I find myself walking on the ceiling, upside down. Oh my! I'm anti-gravity! A lady came in, she is the mom of one of the female team members. She looks up at me in detest when I say 'Hi Auntie'. She isn't surprised to see me like this. She never approved of this research from the start.

One male teammate takes me out, across the street. My feet are on the ground this time. While on the crosswalk, suddenly a white car comes crashing right in front of me! The driver is very taken by something on my face, she looks so horrified that I doubt she realizes she just caused an accident.

What's happening to my face? Are my facial features re-arranging their positions? Is my mouth moving to the forehead now? I can feel that something is not right on my face. My teammate hurrily drags me to his car, away from the commotion. I can feel that my tongue is breaking down to pieces , is it re-shaping into a new configuration? I can't see it.

He gives me a napkin to hold my tongue pieces that are coming out of my mouth. The pieces come out like chewed-gum, but it's salty and white. Yuck! He doesn't say much, but from his looks I can tell he's very concerned, he's sorry to see what has become of me, and he really cares deeply.

Jun 18, 06 AM - by "Lucie"

No image. Just sounds. I guess I have tuned in to some sort of radio station broadcasting classical, orchestral music. I try hard to remember a short melody clip, so J can research into it when the experience is over.

(Too bad, Lucie dozed off and Magnified came again. The memory was erased. Sleep cycle is disrupted these days due to World Cup. Lucie doesn't come by much. NOTE To Self: Try to get up right after Lucie's visit, don't fall asleep again)

Jun 16, 06 AM - by "Magnified"

There is a lot of money I need to transport somewhere, but it's too much to take on the airplane. At the street corner there is a structure that looks like an entrance to an underground subway station, kinda dark, but many passers-by. Inside, a machine can count money and turn it into a ticket for convenience handling, something like a casino gambling card, but the machine is horizontal and uses a conveyor belt. On one end, R puts in the $100 bills (U.S. currency), one by one. Then, the conveyor belt whooshes it to the other end, where it is counted.

It's tedious to insert and wait and insert and wait. I lose patience and hurry to push them in. I go too fast, and the machine gets stuck! One of the bills falls down to the escalator which is one floor below, and an old lady takes it. I shout to her, "hey lady, that's my money!". I say to R, "go after the lady and get the money back!"

I look into the machine, the bills are piled in the middle . Station staff comes to clean it out and a Korean lady, who stands next to me in line, is very curious to see so much money.

Finally R takes the dropped $100 bill back and we sit down, with the staff lady in red uniform, to count the total again. We try to avoid on-lookers, but this Korean lady secretly follows us. When she sees that the whole stack of bills is about 3-4 inches thick, she exclaims, "That's like 5 million dollors in there!" Why is she still here? She's so nosy...

We have to get to the airport, but that becomes a sea port instead. The skies are getting dark. On the side of a docked red ship I see the waves have turned greyish. (That's the last I remember of the dream)

Jun 14, 06 PM - by "Magnified"

Dream1:

I walk into an open room and see Dad sitting at a desk, checking out stacks of blue and white letter-sized envelops. Mom is next to him, helping to look for something. Dad picks up one envelope and asks me, "Is this the one when you had the ice cream cone"? Turns out, these envelops are records of things that happened in the past. He is looking for a specific past event. Even our old male servant (non-existant in real life), when he made birthday cake for my sister, that event was recorded too. He saw her grew up. I wonder, how come he didn't make cake for me when I was a kid?

Scene changes, my sister and I are now in a round room (one like those in a castle tower top, with stone walls and all-around windows). Suddenly we hear our parents say, "close all the doors and windows, immediately!" We hurry to do so, sensing that there is some monster coming to get us. Before we closed all the doors, some monster comes and drags my sister out. I am stunned, and a bit lost. But I don't think the monster will come get me so I'm not afraid.

Dream2:

At a huge supermarket, there is a big corner spot that is not stacked with produce. Instead, this is a place for World Cup fans to watch the games live, as it's projected onto the high wall. People gather, R&J are there too. We lay down on the floor, making ourselves at home. Some of us lean on loaves of bread for extra comfort. The screen size is SOOOO huge! There is a smaller TV within the screen range, but it blends in really well with the projection that it's hard to see.

(Of course, I don't remember the teams or the score now.)

Jun 13, 06 PM - by "Magnified"

Dream1:

I can communicate through sign really well tonight, saying exactly everything I have in mind. My deaf ASL teacher, Lynn, she can talk. But I wonder, how come she looks different?

Dream2:

Mom is yelling at me, "You must go to Las Vagas with me, you will gamble there, then win and buy me a house. Every month you pay me back." What? Buy another house? Why do you want to do something like gambling? I tell dad. Dad is surprised too.

Dream3:

I'm swimming in a pool. Other kids are around, playing in the water. The pool is shaped like a "T". I swim and turn into the T junction, suddenly I realize all water is drained. I lay flat on my stomach, no more water. Three Chinese men came around and said, come with us, we go swim elsewhere. I recognise the man who spoke as our agency's board member (not true in real life). He introduces himself as "Wyland", and introduce the other 2 men. They take me in front of an elevator, I'm still dripping water.

(NOTE: The next morning, I came across a checque design that shows the name Wyland Foundation. Turns out, this foundation supports the conservation of our ocean planet and the mighty animals that live within, including my favorite--Shamu!)

The Beginning - by "Magnified"

In the dream, the first image is a tunnel view looking outward. I see my 10th uncle just walked by, so I follow. As I walk outside of the tunnel, there is a large body of water, but of shallow depth. In the middle there is a short, white bridge that leads somewhere beyond the waters. I get on the bride and find that it is quite long. I can see afar that there is a commercial airplane beneath the right side of the bridge, just sitting quietly in the valley. No damage, but no people either. The tail has green and white bands, kinda like the Cathay planes.

(Did I wake at this point? I don't remember. The next dream started not long after this.)

I start out exactly at the same point as the last dream, inside the tunnel. I see my 10th uncle just walked by, but it's a magnified shot, as if I am seeing it through a monocular. I walk out of the tunnel and toward the plane as before. When I return, however, the water now became an ocean, waves are growing fast! The bridge is no longer there, but there are rocks in the seabed for people to step on. I hurry to get across. A few people are in front of me trying to get back ashore too, but as they step on the rocks we realize they are now floating! A kid slips and falls, the mom pulls him back up. I try hard to hop my way over, putting as little weight on each rock as possible. I slip a bit, but eventually get out of it.

(NOTE: This dream was intended, with the aim to find, from the dream, an alias for an online dream journal. The resulting dream was MAGNIFIED, something I have never experienced before.)