DREAMS SECTION
COMMENTARY ON DREAMS FROM PREVIOUS ISSUES INDEX
COMMENTARY ON DREAMS FROM PREVIOUS ISSUES
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Hi there! Welcome to ELECTRIC DREAMS - DREAMS SECTION for Vol. 5 Number 9 - October 1998
Hello dreamers! This month we have shared stories with a concentration on repetitive killing related dreams. Four common classic fears dreams: being chased, being approached by spirits, being lost, and being betrayed are shared. A dreamer asks if there is an omen about a wedding in a dream, a relationship slips away in a vehiclular metaphor, and a dream poses a question about dreaming. A buffet of many animal related dreams emerged this month also. Stan Kulikowski's intricate relationship themed dreams reappear, as do several Nutcraker adventures - a couple demonstrating some skill at problem solving. Comuter references are sprinkled throughout with a floppy disk gift which flops in it's purpose, and a Lucid dream tale. Enjoy your journey.
THE HURRICANE GEORGES
This past week was a rough one back on the island I grew up in. Puerto Rico was just one of the many populated areas that were in Hurricane Georges path. It even spawned a phenomenon very rare on the island - a Tornado! Very unusual for hurricanes, it took a direct path right through the islands of the Major Antilles, those the border of the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean. Though every year brings hurricane danger to the Island, until the devastation of Hugo on the Northeastern side of the island several years ago, many years had gone by without major impact.
Fortunately, the human casualties were few. My family and friends awoke to fallen trees and misplaced objects after the storm passed, but they were safe from harm. The impact of the hurricane highlights the great force of nature playing games with homes, power lines, and years of natures growth. It reminds us of the fragility of our lives before mightier forces, and that as much as we like to think we control our destinies, we are need to adapt to greater forces from time to time. Dreams help us focus on those storms which sweep through our inner lives, sometimes producing much turmoil and concern. Like hurricanes, the major dream events in our lives leave an imprint that is hard to forget.
Thanks to those who have shared their dreams and commentary with our community.
Enjoy your visit to the pages of Electric Dreams.
As usual thanks to all the dreamers and dream commentators for sharing a little bit of their internal reality with a larger community.
FEEDBACK FROM THE DREAMERS INDEX
Question by Mark Gerard (980925)
Response by Wilkerson to Dreamer Anonymity (980925)
COMMENTARY ON DREAMS FROM PREVIOUS ISSUES INDEX
Dream: Tornado man by ? (980625) ** ==
Commentary by RobLweis on Tornado Man
(980910) == **
Dream: "Is it a sign?" By Brazilian
(980816) ** ==
Commentary by rcwilk on Daniel's dream
(980821) ==
NEW DREAMS:
PRECOGNITIVE/FUTURE DREAMS [Stories from past experiences, or send them in before it happens, if you can]
REPETITIVE DREAMS [Significant by nature]
Dream: "The Little
Brown Bat Comes Back" by dragonflybaby (980904)
Dream: death by stranger by ? (9809922)
Dream: Never ending dreary dream by Kos
(980924)
DREAM TRACES IN WAKING LIFE [The effects of external stimuli on our dreams or is it the other way around - our dreams leaving a trace on our physical reality?]
DEFYING CLASSIFICATION [Your stumpers may not be so mysterious to others]
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
LINKS TO STAGES OF LIFE
BIRTH [Starts]
CHILDHOOD [Early development]
ADOLESCENCE [Maturing, testing]
ADULTHOOD [The main event for most]
OLD AGE [Wisdom, Approaching the Journeys end]
DEATH [Endings]
See the REPETITIVE DREAMS and SOLUTIONS sections
COMMUNICATION WITH THE DEAD [Beyond our terrestrial limits]
** Dream: randy tmcphee by ? (980902) ** See RELATIONSHIPS
========================================== ==========================================
AGGRESSION [By us or against us- crossing others paths]
** Dream: Rape & Catastrophe by ? (980914)**
ALIENS [Visitors or visited - creatures from other dimensions]
** Dream: 'The Creators' by Nutcracker (980528) **
AMUSEMENT PARK [A place to relax and enjoy, another reality]
ANGELS [Visitors from Spiritual dimensions]
ANIMALS [Basic Instincts- This month brings us dogs,cats, bats, hamsters,assorted rohdents, bears, an alligator, a calico tiger, snakes, lizards, parrots, a baby seal ... ]
Commentary by Heratheta on
Alligator Dream (980906) == **
Dream: a talking cat by stan
kulikowski ii (980907)** ==
Commentary by Heratheta on
Bat,Cat& Dog dreams(980907) == **
Dream: 'Animal Morphing' by Nutcracker (980720)
** **
Dream: 'The Swan Maiden' by Nutcracker
(971206) **
BATHROOMS [Maintenance, Cleansing and Elimination]
BELONGING [What we are associated with or wish we were]
BOOKS (Extensions of our memory and imagination, our permanent records)
BRIDGES [How we get across an obstacle or go from here to there]
CELEBRITIES [The well known - famous and infamous]
CLOTHING [What we wear tells us about ourselves and the events we participate in]
COMEDY [With an accent on puns, funny situations or jokes]
COMMUNICATIONS [From telepathic to devices to signs & symbols]
COMPUTERS [Extensions of our minds, mind tools, communication]
See if you can find the not quite floppy disk and the DEC Rainbow Computer in this issue.
CULTS [Somewhere out there ...]
DIRECTIONS [Ever stop and ask for directions? North, South, East, West, up, down, ahead, behind, straight, turn, right, left, make a circle, cross, go through, open, close, mix, add, boil, cook, simmer, but most of all - follow these instructions carefully...and don't be shy about asking someone else down the path, except, of course, for the Big Bad Wolf!!!]
Commentary by Heratheta on Vacation's
(980824) == ==
Commentary by Heratheta (980829)== ==
Commentary by Heratheta on Disertation
and Coming Catastrophe Dreams (980919) == ==
Commentary by Heratheta on Ship Dream
(80919)** ==
Commentary by Heratheta on big house
(980919) == ==
Commentary by Heratheta on
Shadow,James & Stan (980926)==
DISCOVERY [New insights and unexpected developments]
** Dream: 'A Dream Vision' by Nutcracker (980530) **
DREAMING [Dreams about dreaming]
** Dream: the dreamer and the dreamed by anon (980709)**
DRUGS [Healing or Hurting?]
EATING [Getting nourishment for maintenance, growth and pleasure]
ELEVATORS [Going UP or DOWN - Push the right button or else...]
ESCAPE [Get me outta here!!!]
** Dream: 'No Lions, No Tigers, But Bears, Oh My' by Nutcracker (980908) **
== Commentary by Bob K. On Bears...by Nutcraker (980927) ==
EVENTS [The activity defines or dominates the story - a convergence of people at a place and time for a special purpose]
EYES [The organs of sight...the window to the soul...]
FEAR [What scares us]
Dream: 'Flying Killer' (980823) ** ==
Commentary by Heratheta on several
dreams (980826) == **
Dream: 'scared tammy'by ? (980903) ** **
Dream: "Transference" by
kidoobird (980925) **
FOOD [The source of our physical nourishment]
FIRE [Flames bring light, heat and destruction/transformation]
FLYING [Confidence, Power, Freedom & Perspective]
GIFTS [Offerings to or from others]
** Dream: 'The Digital Gift', by dreambat (980821) **
HOBBIES [Our interests and desires]- COLLECTING THINGS
HOLIDAYS [Time off to ...]
HOSPITAL [A place for treatment, healing and repair]
HOUSE [Where our lives take place]
Dream: The Big House by ? (9703XX) ** **
Dream: 'Tree of Life' by Nutcracker
(980803) **
HOTELS [Temporary Dwelling or Special Event location]
JOURNEYS [Missions away from our home base -explorations]
Dream: elfin healer, by jan (980909) ** ==
Commentary by Heratheta on Elfin Healer
(980909) ==
LOST [Disorientation or abandonment]
LOTTERY DREAMS [Sudden Wealth - Randomness favors the dreamer]
LOVE [All around us, yet so hard to find and keep]
LUCID DREAMING [Knowing you are Dreaming when you are Dreaming]
** Dream: ron's pet shop by stan kulikowski ii (980923) **
MEMORY [Remembering ...In dreams we often struggle with the issue of memories and remembering a dream which by definition involves the process of recollection.]
MIRRORS [Reflection of Self]
MUSIC [Melodies of the land within]
NUDITY [What you see is what you get]
PERFORMERS [Entertainers]
PROBLEMS [Situations or difficulties sometimes present choices]
POLITICAL SCENE [Public issues through positions of power]
RELATIONSHIPS [Other parts of ourselves including family which constitutes the first and earliest of our relationships, often influencing how we relate to the outside world]
Dream: lost friend by maurin (980916) ** **
Dream: Betrayal? By Penelope (980916) ** **
Dream: cindy timko's
dissertation by Stan Kulikowski ii(980914) ** **
Dream: 2 x James by ? (980924) **
RELIGIOUS RELATED [The Ritual and the Spiritual]
ROMANCE [Thrills and Chills, lost in another]
SCHOOL THEMES [Learning and learning related trials]
SOLUTIONS [The answers to problems or quandaries]
** Dream: Mobsters-R-Us' by Nutcracker (980730) **
STAIRS [Bridges between levels, between the upper and the lower]
STRANGERS [Who and what we don't know yet]
TEETH [Ok, losing teeth is one of the top ten dreams people have questions on. Theories on what they mean range all over the spectrum of possibilities.]
TORNADOS [Pretty well defined destructive power of nature]
TRAPPED [Temporarily helpless- Sometimes we are paralyzed or imprisoned by jobs, relationships or expectations]
** Dream: Dream about marriage by fidors friend (980914)**
** Dream: 'The Surrogate' by Nutcracker (980810) **
VEHICLES [Means of transportation, reflection of lifestyle]
** Dream: almost lost my daughter by ? (980918) **
WATER [A magical earthly fluid, nourishment, cleansing]
** Dream: ship at sea by mermaid (980916) **
WORKPLACE [Where we make a living]
WRITING & WRITERS [Communication and creativity]
FEEDBACK FROM THE DREAMERS
Question by Mark Gerard (980925)==
From: mgm21@juno.com (Mark Gerard) Subject: Names Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 09:12:12 -0400
Hi, everybody. For some reason, the program that sends the dreams to the list cuts off the identity of the dreamers. I would be very interested to see the names of the people who send in dreams, and if not that, then at least their Internet handles. Can this be arranged? Thanks!
Mark Gerard mgm21@juno.com
Response by Wilkerson to Dreamer Anonymity (980925) ==
Hi Mark,
Yes, as a rule, the dreams are send with pen names only. However, rules here are just guides, not meant to rule us. Anyone who wants can send directly into the list. those wanting anonymity send to me or others with that request.
- Richard rcwilk@dreamgate.com
COMMENTARY ON DREAMS FROM PREVIOUS ISSUES
** Dream: Tornado man by ? (980625) **
To start out, I've been having repetetive nightmares about tornadoes for about five or six years. I'm 16 years old. I've never been in a tornado in real life. Usually, in my dream I am aware of a tornado coming, and my biggest dilemma is getting all of my family into the basement. For some reason they don't come right away, and keep saying things like "wait just a minute until I finish my coffee." I wake up in a total panic.
A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was eating lunch with some friends outside and saw a tornado coming. I Hurried and pushed most of my friends into a windowless bathroom. I went back outside to get the last girl, but the tornado had turned into a man who said he was hungry. I offered him my plate of macaroni and cheese, and he ate it. Then he looked at my friend Tessa and said "But she's full of blood" and he tossed a broken plate like a blade, straight through the middle of her skull. I woke up knowing that I was the next one to have my blood sucked by the tornado. It's confusing, but I knew in my dream that the tornado WAS the man, and I feared him accordingly.
Comments by Dreamer: I am really curious why I keep having these repetetive tornado nightmares which change every night, but always with a tornado about to get me.
== Commentary by RobLweis on Tornado Man (980910) ==
Tornado Man Dream - additional comments
Greetings Bob:
Your analysis triggered a thought which I'll ask you to communicate to the author of 'Tornado Man' dream.
It could be that if this were my dream(s), the same I've been having for the past five years, since the age of 11, I might be refusing to face the fact that as I mature, I am unwilling to see my parents and some friends as they really are: self-destructive in some fashion (possibly life-style related) -- not wanting to be saved from the tornado. As an 11 year old, it's only natural to revere one's parents, to 'unconditionally' accept their life's choices. The dream is telling me I have been suppressing my natural faculties of judgement by stubbornly refusing to hold them up to the light that would expose them as they really are. If this analysis is correct, I predict the moment I come to terms with them as they are, the tornado dreams will stop. Keep me posted Tornado Man.
Rob Lewis robertl@core-net.com
** Dream: "Is it a sign?" By Brazilian (980816) **
Hi,
I'm brazilian and I've got a dream very different to me, because I'm thinking very much about it.
Before speak about the dream, I need to give you details. I love very much a woman and, when I spook to her, she speaks to me: "I don't want". It was about 1 year ago. In this time, I've got very many dreams with her, but nothing different of normal. But, last week, I have a dream and I'll speak about it below.
The dream:
In the afternoon, Loana (her name) and me was watching TV in my mother's bedroom: I had sit down on the floor and her sits down on the my mother's bed. Suddenly my cousin (Isabela is her name) arrived and she kisses my mouth. When Loana saw it, she stands up and ask me: "Who is she?". When I answered "She's my cousin", Loana leaves running.
Well, if you may help me I'll say "Thank very much" everyday.
My dream can be a sign about a fact? If it's true, what?
I acknowledge beforehand,
Daniel.
== Commentary by rcwilk on Daniel's dream (980821) ==
If this were my dream....
In my dream my girlfriend is sitting in my mother's room. This is significant for me. To sit in my mother's room is kind of like saying this scene is about what my mother might think about all of this. (not my real mother, but my inner mother, that nurturing but sometimes clinging part of us all). So, she sits on the bed, but there is not enough room for me there. The metaphor, to be in bed with someone is also the same as being in the room of someone, only stronger. That is, that there is something about Loana and my mother that are, in this instance, very, very similar.
I can't get that close. I have to sit on the floor, as if in my real life I hold myself above them, and now have to give way or suffer or be held below them. I am kept apart from them both by this attitude. It worked for my mother, I need to keep her at some distance. But I want to share the bed with my girlfriend.
So things are stuck. Me on floor, Girlfriend on the bed. A new character comes in the advance the situation, my cousin. My dream cousin is not so close as my mother - I can even be a kissing cousing with her at times. But not around my girlfriend. She seemed repulsed or driven away by this close connection I have with my cousin. This concerns me. Will my girlfriend ever be able to get really close to me, or will she be repulsed by my inner most desires? I desire both. I want the girl, but I also want to be myself. Can the two be reconcilled?
Thanks Daniel for sharing the dream. I can't say if it is the sign you want or not. For me it was more about my own concern that Loana will in fact turn out to be more like my mother than a person who can deeply love me. However, the attraction to her needs to be acknowledged somehow in my own dream-take, its not clear to me how this will get worked out.
- Richard
NEW DREAMS:
PRECOGNITIVE/FUTURE DREAMS [Stories from past experiences, or send them in before it happens, if you can]
REPETITIVE DREAMS [Significant by nature]
** Dream: "The Little Brown Bat Comes Back" by dragonflybaby (980904) **
I am in a wooded area, people around but no one significant. A small brown bat flies at my head and sets me off balance so that I fall flat on my bum. The bat has gone inside the back of my trousers and has sank his teeth into the base of my spine at my tailbone area. I know that I have to get him out at the risk of being bitten again but I reach in with my left hand and wedge a finger in between him and me and yank him out whereby he starts biting my hands as I try to get him free of me. He finally flies off and I am left with these marks that look like mosquito bites after you've itched them. I am worried about rabies so I consult an online medical journal to determine whether or not it's severe enough to merit a shot. I am not in pain, nor am I upset/afraid. It was like lucid dreaming in the sense that I knew I was in the dream, and right away i started wondering why the bat had come back to me.
Comments by Dreamer: This same, cute, little brown bat has come to me about 3 or 4 times before. Always flying right at me. Always biting my hands. I think this may refer to relationships because there are always events related to them that have occured recent to the dream.
Permission to Comment yes_share_comments Permission Comments Please feel free to comment/etc. I can provide more details as this is a condensed version. Unfortunately my dreams are never short or vague.
** Dream: death by stranger by ? (9809922) **
I have this recurring dream that someone is in my house and all I can see is a black shadow of a man. I kill this man and burry him in my basement of the house. I dig up the cement and re-cement him into the ground. I have been having this dreams for 30 years now. Can someone help me to understand what it means?
** Dream: Never ending dreary dream by Kos (980924) **
My dream started when I was a teenager. It has been with me for 25 years now. I have lived a very good life, I'm married with children and grandchildren. My dreams goes like this: I am in my house alone, suddenly a black shadow stranger appears. I dont know who he is, nor what he wants of me. I attack him . I kill this person (who is a man), well not only do I kill him, but I bring him to my basement and dig a hole, put the body in it and fill it with cement. This dream is so traumatic to me, that when I awaken I am about to vomit. It has me upset for the next 2 days before I feel better. I get an awful feeling in my stomach that will stay with me for a day. It's almost like a feeling of deep fright. I feel that after the dream I actually did this to someone. This is weird. If any one can help me to understand this dreams, please feel free to email me. thanks, please help........Kos
DREAM TRACES IN WAKING LIFE [The effects of external stimuli on our dreams or is it the other way around - our dreams leaving a trace on our physical reality?]
DEFYING CLASSIFICATION [Your stumpers may not be so mysterious to others]
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
LINKS TO STAGES OF LIFE
BIRTH [Starts]
CHILDHOOD [Early development]
ADOLESCENCE [Maturing, testing]
ADULTHOOD [The main event for most]
OLD AGE [Wisdom, Approaching the Journeys end]
DEATH [Endings]
COMMUNICATION WITH THE DEAD [Beyond our terrestrial limits]
** Dream: randy tmcphee by ? (980902) ** 09/02/98 2;30 am
randy was dreaming he was on the street walking and he had some apples with him off in the distance he saw a man heading towards him he knew it was his father who was coming towards him his father has been dead since he was 10 months old [40 years] he knew he had to get ride of the apples before he reached him so he threw them he had stolen the apples when his dad reached him he never spoke to him but his curls stood out very prononced on the top of his head
Comments by Dreamer fathers mother has just passed away week before the dream only know what dad looks like is though very old pictures
See RELATIONSHIPS
========================================== ==========================================
AGGRESSION [By us or against us- crossing others paths]
** Dream: Rape & Catastrophe by ? (980914)**
well I was sleeping in this old house, when suddenly I was awaken by a loud noise. A man without a face appears and rapes me at gunpoint, then all of a sudden a world catastrophe occurs.
Comments by Dreamer I think the lust that i have within is starting to stream out, like urine coming down the crotch down on too the floor.
ALIENS [Visitors or visited - creatures from other dimensions]
** Dream: 'The Creators' by Nutcracker (980528) **
It's dusk. That part of the day that covertly turns into night. The sky is not black yet, but more of a medium shade of blue, where the stars are just barely visible. I'm in town, walking down the middle of the street (headed east) when suddenly, I look up into the sky. Am I to believe my eyes? Do they deceive me? I blink, then open my eyes again. No. I see what I see. They're still there. Hundreds, no, thousands of alien spacecraft. They are near translucent (like jellyfish); the most visible parts being any edge or outline of a part. The only way to describe them is to say they have the shape of styrofoam cups. The main, outer body, looks like a 'soup' cup, short and squat (upside down) with five smaller 'drink' cups inside it (right side up). The five parts are spinning counterclockwise. They must be the propulsion mechanisms. I still can't believe what I'm seeing. Just to be sure, I stop a man in the street (he's about 45-50, sandy hair, wavy and he's wearing a blue and white stripped shirt). I ask him if he thinks they're alien spacecraft. He more or less agrees with me. They are what they are. I'm worried -- fearful even. I guess I was hoping he wouldn't agree with me and that that alone would allay my fears. Now the spacecraft have all disappeared (is that a good sign?) and instead, there appear (moving at a moderate speed) four planets looming in the heavens. These too are translucent. One of them has rings around it, like Saturn. Now I'm in my car. The sky has turned pitch black. Suddenly, in the sky and on the streets, is projected what appears to be an alien movie (a movie about the aliens by the aliens). The alien in the movie has a large bulbous head, is white and pasty in color and he/she/it's wearing a black nehru jacket (gives me the impression it's a doctor - like Frankenstein). I'm driving in the opposite direction (west) of the way I had previously been walking. With this projection being shown, it's difficult to see the road. I can't see the stop signs or tell if there are any cars ahead of me. Next, I go to attend a seminar on the aliens. All the attendees are seated at individual desks. The desks appear to be a Frank Lloyd Wright design. Very simplistic, clean in form (line). The top of the desk is approximately 4' x 2.5'. There is a shelf (for books and such) beneath the desktop. It's 8" deep. The shelf part consists of .5" slats and the rest of the desk has 1.5" wide, straight legs. I'm not sure what type of wood it's made from. It's refreshing to see something so simple and uncluttered in design. I sit down at a desk (second row from the back, on the aisle to the left). A crowd is gathering. A few seats away there is a (cordial) woman. Now the room is nearly full. I'm feeling antsy. I get up and look around. I'm not sure I want to stay for the seminar. I look for an exit. I peer in one door that is half open. This is the room for the speakers. I see another door, open it and go inside. There are even more people waiting in here. These people have a better position because they arrived early and/or paid more to get in. This disgusts me and I decide to leave. That and the fact that I see a copy of the manual being given to the attendees. It's entitled, "The Creators," which leads me to think that the people giving the seminar are the 'creators', not the aliens. I go back to my desk to collect my things. A lady comes and sits at the desk next to mine. She has two magazines in her arms. One is LIFE. At first I believe they are my magazines, as I had bought two also, but then I see mine are still in the shelf of my desk. I grab them, along with my copy of "The Creators". The new woman tells me that I can't take "The Creators", but the cordial woman (in her 50's, strawberry blonde, short, thick hair, great tan and flawless skin) says, "Yes, she can. She paid ($7.95) for it, just like the rest of us." As I prepare to leave (it now appears my car is the seat of my desk), a middle-aged couple comes and sits behind me. I wonder how I'll have room to back out without hitting them. They read my mind and make room for me to leave. (98/5/28)
AMUSEMENT PARK [A place to relax and enjoy, another reality]
ANGELS [Visitors from Spiritual dimensions]
ANIMALS [Basic Instincts- This month brings us dogs,cats, bats, hamsters,assorted rohdents, bears, an alligator, a calico tiger, snakes, lizards, parrots, a baby seal ... ]
** Dream: Go West-dog and Alligator by ?(980904) **
3am Sat 5 September 1998
My family and I were upgrading our house by putting up a new wooden fence and painting it green. Soon neighbours began painting their fences green too. We went to investigate more closely, when a little white poodle ran past, over a doormat and said "GO WEST!" then ran west itself. I began to walk in a westerly direction, and could hear the Village People singing GO WEST as I walked. An academic friend (not someone from "waking life") - a female PhD - had fallen into a pool in which lived a large and treacherous alligator. She had some blood on her temple where she had fallen onto a concrete platform. The little dog reappearedand barked, because we had to save our friend in the water. I could see the alligator advancing. The dream ended abruptly.
==Commentary by Heratheta on Alligator Dream (980906)==
see www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/
alligator dream suggests smell the fresh air of peace to the north or south and avoid becoming (large and trecherous) couch dream suggests smell the fresh air of freedom to the right or left of where the little girl was coming from & avoid (coming at) people father dream suggests smell the fresh air of freedom to the right or left of where father was coming from & and avoid becoming (had to)
all dreams suggest above action until the subsequent dream
** Dream: a talking cat by stan kulikowski ii (980907)**
Stan requests that his name and email be kept with this dream: stan kulikowski ii <<stankuli@pcola.gulf.net>
(sunday night: mom watched movies on television and i worked on some web sites for the courses i teach. went to sleep around 02:00 after reading for a while.)
the journey has been long and tiring as i have had to drive an extra long time today to get home, but that was preferable to staying in another motel just a few hours from amherst. even tired as i am, it feels good to get back at last. no matter how interesting the place you visit, it always feels right to come home after an absence.
i am walking across the empty lots and parking areas next to the large house where my apartment is located. i have let agamemnon out of the car, so he can run a bit and do his dog things around the neighborhood to get resettled in the locale. normally i do not let him rum free as his large size can startle the naturally timid, but this time, for a while, he can go sniff and pee on whatever he pleases. we need to stretch after so long in the car.
as i approach my building, the next parking lot is partly filled with rusting hulks of derelict cars. not really abandoned, they belong to a nearby garage, mostly collected for parts or curiosity of the owner. just before i leave the broken concrete with low clinging vines growing through the cracks, my eye is attracted to a new auto carcass, less rusted than the rest. =20
it is shaped like a low racing car, much smaller than expected. perhaps two meters long at best. it has no rust on it, and is painted mostly a silver grey with pale brown lettering and designs over its chassis. i can not make out any of the words which i presume are the driver's name and sponsors. it may not be rusted but it is slightly bent in the middle so it folds upward in an awkward way. and how does any one ride in the thing? the top which ought to be the open cockpit for the driver is covered over with a solid cover of metal.
reaching down i discover that the race car is ridiculously light weight. indeed, it is not a car but a toy like a child would have, except it is so large. i easily pick up the hollow aluminum toy, put it square on the pavement and give it a slight shove. in spite of its bent frame, it surprisingly travels very well. my small push sending it gliding across the lot into the next where if finally stops. it does seem like a satisfying toy to roll so well in spite of its huge size.
well, now i have to backtrack and go retrieve the toy to return it to its place here where the owner left it. when i go pick one end of the race car by its bumper to drag it back, i notice a police car cruising down the street. i hope he does not assume that i am stealing this from this lot while i am taking it back to the next. when i get to its original spot i put the toy car down and proceed on toward my apartment. the policecar does pull into the lot behind me, but the officer does not yell out to me. i continue on.
coming up to my house i whistle for agamemnon, and he comes bounding up from some bushes out in the yard. he is glad to be home, panting and slobbering from his excitement. i open the back door on the side of the building to let us in.
as we cut across the empty garage and laundry area, i notice that the door to sue alexander's apartment is open. she has moved out so i go in to see what was left behind. there is usually an odd stick of furniture leftover in rentals. maybe i will find something of interest. inside there is a table and a couple wooden chairs. i go through the empty rooms, marveling at the hollowness of the place which had such a warm feeling when she lived here. still, the floors are rather clean waiting for the next occupant. i wonder for a moment if i might move over here, but i dismiss the thought quickly. this apartment is too interior of the building and mine is an added extension with more windows and light.
as i am leaving a see a piece of exercise equipment that i did not remember seeing sue ever use. between our apartments was a common room, really just an overlarge hall that we used as a shared gym area. i drag the slanted back board out into the exercise area. my soloflex is there with all its pieces lined up on the bench seat. i put the back board over near the wall.
with my key i open the door to my apartment and i can tell right away that people have been inside rearranging things. i now recall that the landlady had told me they would be refurbishing part of the building this summer, but i did not know it was going to be so extensive a task. i can see that the entire floor of my place has been ripped up and the replacement is not completely in place, so there are large gaps where i can look into the basement. the floor did have a soft sag to it, but i had grown accustomed to it like a worn but comfortable shoe. still, i suspect that the sagging wood could have broken through at some point, so a new solid hardwood floor will look nice.
my apartment was a late addition, stuck on a much older building. a long straight series of rooms. in the second room, with the door that opens directly on the sidewalk, i see a lot of unfinished masonry exposed where the floor is unfinished. this is my sitting room which had the old square fire place. it looked so nice to step in from the snow outside to the fire going in this room. the old fireplace has been removed and a new one is partially complete. the fresh red bricks are shaped in a rounded circular opening rather than the square rectangular mass of traditional ones with mantles. under the flooring there lies exposed a lot of tube like air passages, apparently to transport heated air to other rooms when the fire is lit. that has always been one of the drawbacks of fireplaces, they draw cold air into the neighboring rooms by sending the hot air up the flue. i can not quite figure out how these air ducts are to work, but the whole mass has good organic look to it. more like blood vessels and capillaries, grown rather than built.
there is a ladder through one of the holes in the flooring and i go down into the basement, looking for samantha, my cat. she remained here while the dog and i went travelling. she hates to ride in the car, and neighbors fed her while we were away.
samantha is a small siamese, white and grey rather than brown. but rather than find her, i see two then three of the neighborhood wild cats curl up in the beams near the water heater. these are very large, fat cats in spite of their feral nature. many of the local people leave out food for them, so they do quite well without docility of house cats. their fur is a rather shocking red color with tawny brown tiger stripes. they are quieter than usual as i approach. i wonder if the nearest one will let me pet him, as on rare occasions they will tolerate a human touch. samantha, being a civilized domestic cat does not like these, so i know she will not be in the basement.
as i reach over to first of the three wild cats, a loud voice says "are you always so rude as to fondle your guests?" i look startled. it came from the furthest cat, a fat female.
"what? you can talk?" i ask looking at the creature.
"apparently. do you doubt your own senses now?" she replies. "i lived once with your kind before my maturity and picked up the manner of your speech." she has a rather distorted, flat nose face with overly, bulging large eyes. must be some persian in their breed. the irises are blood red, rather spooky looking even for a cat eye. and her lips do not move as you would expect to articulate human words. the sounds come out when she sort of wheezes, but i do not see hardly any motion of the lips or tongue. her voice is really a little too loud, almost like a shout.
"do these others also talk?" i ask.
"no," she replies. "my companions are quiet, thoughtful cats. only i have this useless ability to make so much noise of so little value." i notice her syntax is rather ornate.
"would you like to live here? i would like to converse with you more often and i will fix you only the finest foods. i am good with food."
"you can leave out the food like the others in this area, and we will eat what we want if we like it. i can not imagine why we would want to come inside your building like that unfortunate withered cat who lets you live with her. not to mention that stupid huge dog."
i look closely at her long matted fur. it is very dirty and tangled. "well, for one thing, i could give you a bath and groom your fur until it is clean and healthy."
"get all wet? it sounds uncomfortable."
"i suppose it is for a short period of time. but you get wet on rainy days anyway, and this bath with some shampoo kills all the itchy bugs in your fur and gets rid of the dead hair so you do not have to cough up hairballs so often. it feels really good to have clean fur. the withered cat does not enjoy the baths either, but she loves having clean fur."
"hairballs are part of the natural process and does not hurt at all. just leave the good food out and be content with the fact that we will think about eating it if it pleases us." she looks away in disgust.
the male cat looks at me with its weird distorted red eyes: dumb, not understanding a word but sensing the intent. poor humans, all the time fussing and fidgeting with things and so rarely content. he really is the master of his situation and does not need to speak at all to pity us overbred primates.
( i wake at 09:30 quite well rested. this dream was easy to recall. i did know sue alexander in amherst, she worked in an admissions office for one of the local universities. the building of the apartments was completely novel, like none i ever lived in, but the neighborhood was east amherst where i lived for several years.)
==Commentary by Heratheta on Bat,Cat& Dog dreams(980907) ==
see www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/
bat dream- avoid becoming"no one of significance" this dream suggests and smell the peace down from where you dreamed this dream
cat dream-this dream suggests avoid becoming "ridiculous" and smell peace to the right or left of where the cat was
all dreams suggest action until the next dream
Diet & Smelling - now following my previous talk of smelling dreams, let us continue with a potato restricted and beer restricted diet especially for women especially those not taking an iron supplement. men, the potato and beer along with oysters and crab can diminish your ability to smell your dreams in a lucid fashion unless you also are taking iron supplements in a vitamin complex. i am hesitant to mention these foods for all are high in tryptophan which helps memory so moderation is at least the suggestion here for men and abstinance more for women if there is no iron supplementation. i liked the dog goin west dream because dogs' sense of smell is much better than the human's but can animals put their other senses in to action by way of the nose when they are deprived? perhaps someone has heard of the phantom limb effect in amputaion cases in humans and can tell if such an effect is so for dogs. i heard any deprived area can relocate into other parts of the body so i guess that the other senses locate in an undeprived sense like the nose when we sleep. if only humans can relocate sense and since it is supposed humans are more developed in other ways perhaps it is in dreams that we surpass our dogs in sense although we have the sense also to keep dogs for protection.
** Dream: 'Animal Morphing' by Nutcracker (980720) **
I was at home when I got the message that I needed to go to this place to transfer an animal from one location to another. I was with three other females. One was my best friend Barb, the other two, I never saw their faces. Barb was in the front passenger seat, I was sitting behind her. We both had our windows down. I was cold and closed mine, wondering if I should ask Barb to close hers too, but when I closed mine, hers closed automatically. We're driving along, out in the country on a dirt road. Up ahead we need to make a left. As we do so, to my right I see a grungy Mexican guy in a beat up tan truck talking to some young boy leaning against a large tree. I think to myself, boy, get yourself in the house and quit talking to strangers. I feared for the boy's safety. We made the left turn and came to our destination. It seems like it might have once been a small zoo, now abandoned. I walked to were I knew the animal to be. It was a narrow rocky path, sandy and golden in color. The cage was at the end of the path. It was actually a cage inside a cage. The animal, whatever it was, was banging the interior door against the exterior door. I opened the outside door. I don't know what kind of animal this is. It appears to be a small (dwarf size) deer, but the deer face looks more like a Tapir's. It's looks like no animal I've ever seen. The animal is still banging away on the door. There's no way I can open it and try to catch the animal by myself and put it into the cage I brought with me. I close the outer door and then open it again. Now the animal is lying flat on the bottom of the cage and is a white (baby) seal. The seal then stands up on its hind flippers and is hopping and ranting about the cage (acts and looks like the Tasmanian Devil in the cartoons). I close the door and go back to my friends. Now Bruce Willis (Armageddon) has come to help. He and I go back to the cage. He opens the first door then puts his hand inside the second door and pets the animal (which is now lying flat again and is the baby seal, only brown in color now). Then the baby seal nips at his hand, but not seriously biting him. Bruce opens the seals mouth to show me his teeth. It looks like some alien creature's teeth. It has long white teeth and these are covered with green circular, sharp pointy teeth that rotate. There are approximately 6 of the green circular teeth. Bruce leaves and I think that now that the animal is calm, I can get it into the other cage with the help of my friends. (98/7/20)
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** Dream: 'The Swan Maiden' by Nutcracker (971206) **
I was asleep in bed. My bed was made of iron and painted white. My sheets and covers were also white as were the walls and ceiling. Even my nightgown was white. The floor of the room is covered in 2' of water upon which float 3 splendiferous swans; pure white and each with a small black circle around each eye. Though asleep, in my mind's eye I can see everything around me. The swans swim silently about the room. Now my bed is outdoors, floating on a river. I drift past castle after castle. It's dark and dreary. The castle's are all old and decrepit. For all intents and purposes, dead. I continue floating upstream and come to a lovely castle, well tended and inviting. The shore and grounds surrounding it are lush and green. The trees have all budded out. Everything has been renewed. The swans follow as I float around a bend in the river. The bed comes to a stop and I wake up back in my own room. The water is gone. All that remains are 3 white feathers, lying on the floor near my bed. (97/12/6)
BATHROOMS [Maintenance, Cleansing and Elimination]
BELONGING [What we are associated with or wish we were]
BOOKS (Extensions of our memory and imagination, our permanent records)
BRIDGES [How we get across an obstacle or go from here to there]
CELEBRITIES [The well known - famous and infamous]
CLOTHING [What we wear tells us about ourselves and the events we participate in]
COMEDY [With an accent on puns, funny situations or jokes]
COMMUNICATIONS [From telepathic to devices to signs & symbols]
COMPUTERS [Extensions of our minds, mind tools, communication]
See if you can find the not quite floppy disk and the DEC Rainbow Computer in this issue.
CULTS [Somewhere out there ...]
DIRECTIONS [Ever stop and ask for directions? North, South, East, West, up, down, ahead, behind, straight, turn, right, left, make a circle, cross, go through, open, close, mix, add, boil, cook, simmer, but most of all - follow these instructions carefully...and don't be shy about asking someone else down the path, except, of course, for the Big Bad Wolf!!!]
== Commentary by Heratheta on Vacation's (980824) ==
recently, after reading rcwilk's writings on vacations and dreams and as i agree dreams indirectly show us a way to vacate stress if we travel to the right or left of the dreams, last night, i saw the video "phantoms" after reading some discussion of sugar in the body. the experiences above showed me that leucine an amino acid which acts a lot like sugar deflects phenalalanine another amino acid at right angles so lack of leucine along with tryptophane mentioned in other messages here would leave one open to the stress of dreams rather than able to deflect and therefor keep them before us to remember their character. it is quite fine that this leucine reminds me of the lucidity so many seek. it is also quite fine that phenalalanine has the phen of phenomena, what some people call dreams.
== Commentary by Heratheta (980829)==
continuing the notion that dreams are phenomena related to the aromatic amino acid penalalanine is to further connect to the notion that we sense dreams with the olfactory sense heightened during sleep because all the other senses are deprived to some extent. then dreams are sensed as odors and translated by the other senses as these other senses take on the nose temporarily as their new home like amputated limbs' soul energy takes on other parts of the body when the flesh has gone creating the phantom body effect.. dogs with their superior sense of smell are also astounding in their so called psychicness most recently attested to in the oj case. taking some of the mystery out of precognitive dreaming would be the fact that we pass through an atmosphere whirling on the earth sniffing through odors which have the traces of the rest of the world east and west of us and as the winds have blown north and south in the air to come. there's something rotten in the state of denmark. i smell a rat. that left a bad taste in my mouth (what the nose smells is also passed onto the taste buds).i can almost taste it, ar quotes relevant at this point. considering then that dreams are odiferous but that the information is channeled to the deprived senses during sleep i ask the question, how many of you dreamers remember the sense of smell in your dreams? it is no longer remarkable to me how i cannot remember one. your nose knows what danger lurks in the air and a little aromatherapy can be found encoded at www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/ all the dream and psychic experiments to date need to be reexamined with the above considerations for the experiments were not conducted in vacuum.
== Commentary by Heratheta on Disertation and Coming Catastrophe Dreams (980919) ==
disertation dream-indirectly led you toward the fresher air of freedom to the right or left of where it occured and suggested that "little" be not a part of plans for the day
coming catastrophe dream-indirectly led you toward the fresher air of freedom to the right or left of the house in the dream suggesting "sudden" be not a part of your plans for the day coming see www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/
== Commentary by Heratheta on Ship Dream (80919)**
ship dream-indirectly led you to the right or left of the ladder and suggested that "had to" not be a part of the day following mom dream-indirectly led you to the right or left of the house and suggested that being someone others have to "keep saying to" be not a part of the day coming
see www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/
thanks to Pacifica for your interest in the dream hot-line and heratheta. i remember this last summer riding the pacific coast highway north toward halfmoon bay and smelling the lemon grass along the way from big sur. check out the corner of northpoint and polk when next in san francisco for a graffitti like dream wall painting. i never got the complete telephone number of the artists included below the painting but i called what i could remember and it was disconnected. maybe it is an old painting. i tried asking other people about it but it is a provocative painting and i suspect it may still be quite a while befor i hear from anyone else about the painting living in or visiting the city. there are a number of these dream paintings, one may be seen if you are heading eastish toward fisherman's warf from the above location. this twin like painting is high on a building wall suggesting to me that it may have been some kind of city funded or otherwise well funded effort requiring either scaffolding or a hanging billboard makers' apparatus. anyway, those paintings were a breath of fresh air in my 21 year jouney along the route of peace along with the works of heraclitus, chuang tsu, yeats, gellis, bulkley, and wilkerson.
== Commentary by Heratheta on big house (980919) ==
big house-dream indirectly led you to the fresh air of "not wandering" which was to the right or left of the house in the day coming betrayed-dream indirectly led you to the fresh air of "not devastating" which was to the right or left of the door in the day coming falling car-dream indirectly led you to the fresh air of " not all" to the right or left of the stadium in the day coming
can you remember dreamers, trying the quoted behaviors those days? see www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/
==Commentary by Heratheta on Shadow,James & Stan (980926)==
shadow dream-peace following this dream was to the left or right of the house while not becoming "all i could see was" to yourself and others
james dream-peace following this dream was to the left or right of the player while not becoming "surprising" to yourself or others james dream discussing-peace following this dream was to the left or right of the cafe while not becoming like james to yourself or others
big stan-following this dream peace was to the left or right of the house in mass. while not becoming "finally" to yourself or others dreamer and dreamed-following this dream peace was to the right or left of the cherub while not becoming "chubby" to others and yourself
see www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/
DISCOVERY [New insights and unexpected developments]
** Dream: 'A Dream Vision' by Nutcracker (980530) **
Everything was black, the background, the objects, except for some back lighting. Picture an arch (like the Arch de Triomphe...only smaller). The arch is flat on both sides and the top, the arched part is on the inside. I believe the arch is made of brick. Hanging inside the arch is an upside down (wooden) cross (which doesn't touch the ground). The cross is wider on the four ends and tapered in the center. A light emanates from behind the cross (much like you might find coming from God). (98/5/30)
DREAMING [Dreams about dreaming]
** Dream: the dreamer and the dreamed by anon (980709)**
I am a server at the banquet of the queen, a chubby little cherub all golden from the shoulders down, flesh from the shoulders up. I am standing in a corridor of the queen's palace, waiting to serve and proudly holding my little golden serving tray. I am proud to be a server at the banquet of the queen: it is a good and fine thing to do; it gives me standing and status. all of a sudden the queen comes flying in. she is all golden and has wings like those of a dragon fly on her back. she takes a little golden pitcher, and pours molten gold like honey over my head, making me now gold all over. while she pours she says, "is the source of the dream the dreamer, or is the source of the dreamer the dream?"
DRUGS [Healing or Hurting?]
EATING [Getting nourishment for maintenance, growth and pleasure]
ELEVATORS [Going UP or DOWN - Push the right button or else...]
ESCAPE [Get me outta here!!!]
** Dream: 'No Lions, No Tigers, But Bears, Oh My' by Nutcracker (980908) **
I was in a national park. The others I had come with had gone off exploring. I was alone when I noticed the area was rife with brown bear. I had to warn the others and went off in search of them. The land in some areas had been plowed (clear cut) and burned (to promote new growth). (to my left) I began crossing a shallow gulley at one such area when I spied a group of ten bears. I quickly walked straight ahead instead. To my right were about thirty more bears. I kept walking, picking up my pace and trying not to make eye contact with any of them. I glanced back and saw that the bears had noticed me. I began running. As I ran straight ahead, a few bears and some people (not my friends) were running towards me. The people were yelling at me to turn around, saying the bears would run right into me. As I kept on running, more and more bears were coming at me. I veered off to the right through a clearing in the woods and came upon a house. There was one very large bear there harassing an old man and his (30ish year old) son. The son fought off the bear while the old man and I took cover inside the garage. The son jumped inside a car that was outside the garage, but the bear broke the windows and got (killed) him anyway. The old man and I cowered together, holding hands and praying loudly so as not to hear the screams of his son. We said the Hail Mary <Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen> We said this prayer rapidly, five times in succession. Suddenly all was quiet. Then I could see the bear was after us, trying to stick his paws beneath the doors (the garage had doors on either end), trying to reach us. There was a truck (sport utility vehicle) in the garage. We walked around it at first, then I yelled at the old man to get in just as the bear broke into the garage. The old man started the truck and we tore through the unbroken garage door to freedom. (98/9/9)
== Commentary by Bob K. On Bears...by Nutcraker (980927) ==
When the situation gets "hairy," full of "stress" to the max, when the situation is un-bear-able, escape is the prescription for freedom, at least for a while ;-)
EVENTS [The activity defines or dominates the story - a convergence of people at a place and time for a special purpose]
EYES [The organs of sight...the window to the soul...]
FEAR [What scares us]
** Dream: 'Flying Killer' (980823) **
I don't often remember my dreams....in this one, I am hired for a mob-like person who is very powerfull. At some point I do something to displease him, and he orders me killed. The person he ordered to kill me is a friend. I ask him if he will let me run. He does, but he chases me through rural suburbs. I start out running but I feel like I'm running through molases. My feet don't move fast enough. somehow I decide to start "flying". I still don't move very fast, and I find myself 'swimming' through the air....still not going very fast. panic overwhelms me. I know...somehow that they are right behind me. Then I com across a fair or carnival....then I wake up (or lose memory of the dream).
Comments by Dreamer It is unusual for me to remember my dream, however, I have been having several that I remember in the last 4 days. I'm SURE this is related to something going on in my life.
== Commentary by Heratheta on several dreams (980826) ==
flying killer dream-avoiding "molasses" in yourself, your thoughts,and others to the left or right of the rural suburbs was the way after this dream until another dream.
digital dream- avoiding "more"to the left or right of the church until the next dream was the way.
richard's musical dream-avoiding "but" to the right or left of over your head was the way until the next dream.
** Dream: 'scared tammy'by ? (980903) **
9/3/98 1am
I was asleep on the couch i awoke at least in the dream i did and there was a figure coming at me appeared to be of a little girl but in spirt form i really awoke screaming and kicking at this figure to get away from me. she had a yellow dress on could not see her face,
Comments by Dreamer: grandmother just pass on to the other side week before
** Dream: "Transference" by kidoobird (980925) **
At the old house of a family friend, getting ready to go to work, I walk out of the house and halfway down the block when I realize I have forgotten something. Walking back, I cannot find the house. This being a neighborhood I know well, I do not understand how I could be so confused. I retrace my steps and still cannot find the house.
I start to get very panicky when I look around and realize that I am not even on the same street and none of the houses are the same. I stop, close my eyes and try to visualize where I should be but when I open them, nothing has changed. I start to really panic now and I feel kind of woozy and disoriented. I begin talking to myself to stay focused, but to no avail. I am afraid to ask for help in that someone would think I was insane. I am terrified because I have no idea where I am.
Next thing I know I am inside of this large loft apartment in New York (I live in California and have never been to the East Coast) with a woman who is about 40 or so.
She is talking to me and getting ready to go to work. I am silent, because she doesnt seem to realize what is happening. She thinks I am her live-in female lover. She says something about me resting and getting well then bids me goodbye.
I see myself in the mirror and I am definitely not me. Still in a panic, I run to the phone and call my godmother in San Francisco for help. She is not there so I leave a frantic message on her machine; at the same time, I am taking a pee. When I finish, I hang up the phone, immediately waking up.
Comments by Dreamer The feeling about this dream is that I had no control whatsoever. Usually I do similar things in my dreams, but it is always my choice. This felt like I was being forced to inhabit another living person's body/space. It was also very present tense. It was very unsettling and I had a time getting back to sleep
FOOD [The source of our physical nourishment]
FIRE [Flames bring light, heat and destruction/transformation]
FLYING [Confidence, Power, Freedom & Perspective]
GIFTS [Offerings to or from others]
** Dream: 'The Digital Gift', by dreambat (980821) **
I'm at a lecture, it may even be a sermon, but feels more casual than a church. There do seem to be pews. A few seats/rows ahead of me is an ex-friend I haven't spoken with in years after he backed out of a project, telling me he no longer liked my attitude. He stands up and our eyes meet. I say "Hello, Fred." He stiffly says hello as he gets something out of his pocket, a floppy disk. Its an old large floppy, not quite as large as the 5 1/4 but almost and soft. I take the floppy and say thanks, he stiffy sits down next to a woman who is with him, acting like this greeting and exchange was really hard for him to do. I feel, in the dream, that he is stiff because he is trying to practice one of his self-consciousness techniques and be conscious of what he is doing. I think to myself, again in the dream, it would be more personable if he would allow his attention to be on something other than himself for just a moment. I turn to a friend sitting next to me that Fred and I have in common. I tell John "This is one of the problems with people who focus too much on Unity Consciousness, they lose the ability to hold and act out of places where unity has collapsed and there is tension." I think to myself, in the dream, how cheap it was of him to give me old floppy disks and that they probably have programs on them that are too old to even use. dreambat
HOBBIES [Our interests and desires]- COLLECTING THINGS
HOLIDAYS [Time off to ...]
HOSPITAL [A place for treatment, healing and repair]
HOUSE [Where our lives take place]
** Dream: The Big House by ? (9703XX) **
I'm in a large house made up of two sections. One side is old and Victorian. It is mostly empty and there are cobwebs everywhere, cracked mirrors, etc...The other side is brand new, modern style, there are many people wandering around.
In the old part, there is a little boy I'm supposed to watch over. There was something either mentally or developmentally wrong with him and I knew he had the power to hurt me and to hurt others. Because of this I was very cautious and gentle with him. The manager of the hotel did not want other people seeing him and it was my job to keep him hidden. Unfortunately he kept wandering off. He kept taking knives from the kitchen and hiding them in the old rooms. I had to find them before he found them (he'd forget where he hid them). At times I had to race ahead of him to get to them before he did. A few times he'd get one and I'd talk him into giving it to me. He wanted to go over to the new side of the house, but I wouldn't let him. The people in the new side pretty much ignored me, they didn't know what my job was or who the little boy was.
Comments by Dreamer I had this dream in conjunction with 2 others. Sometimes the boy would turn into a vicious dog, sometimes into a simple man. I believe the child is me, who I was, actually, and that I am afraid of him and don't want others to know about the person I was (and yes, who I could be again).
** Dream: 'Tree of Life' by Nutcracker (980803) **
I had been away from my (birthplace) home (I don't recall why - due to marriage or vacation or something), when by chance, I find myself standing outside of said (my birthplace) home; a glorious tree (something huge, like the giant redwoods in California). There's a doorway (and I believe a door - like a double door with panes of glass in the top halves). I go inside. It's dark and hard to see. There is 'tree' wood strewn all across the ground. I stumble through approximately ten feet of that when I come to the forest. It's filled with life (abuzz with activity). It's like one big party. Being in the forest is like being in a real home - people are sitting in lounge chairs watching TV, except that they're in the middle of the forest. I walk past one guy. He jumps up and asks me to dance. I put up my left hand (as in for him to STOP) and I say (recalling another most recent such encounter), "Gee, I just did this exact same thing yesterday to Troy Aikman (Cowboys). I must have seen the Supremes recently." Then I begin singing the Supreme's song, 'Stop In The Name Of Love'. When I'm done singing, I continue on my way. Next I pass a woman in a lounge chair and stop momentarily to glance at her. It's Kirstie Alley (Veronica's Closet). She leaps out of her chair and asks, "Want to dance?" I say, "Sure, but first let me find a bathroom." (98/8/3)
HOTELS [Temporary Dwelling or Special Event location]
JOURNEYS [Missions away from our home base -explorations]
** Dream: elfin healer, by jan (980909) **
after the big war, the earth has become a peaceful place. lush forests, golden wheatfields, clear streams. the concrete labyrinths, endless motorcades and barbed wire fences have vanished. human population consists of small, scattered communities. each of them has its individual life style, and people live where they feel they belong.
however, I don't know anything about the world at large. I am a wild-hearted, free-spirited, somewhat ragged creature of the woods, dreamy, playful, and curious: a female elf with lots of unruly brown hair. I dunno if I had freckles but they sure would've fit.
It feels so good to simply be alive, living each moment to the full!
at the moment I am with my human friend (long straight hair, self-control, a warm smile, shining eyes.) I both love and respect her. she lives in a medieval-style community and is "the princess". it's a friendly, romantic game rather than ugly hard-core feudalism.
people are so innocent these days!
hand in hand, we are strolling down an archway that opens to the right. there's green meadows and a forest in the distance. from the deep blue sky a yellow noon sun bathes the land in her rich golden warmth. we expect a bunch of children tomorrow, and we are "brainstorming" how to make them enjoy the visit. I suggest we take them for a ride down the river, or organize a duck hunt. I explain the basics of duck hunting (in English)
suddenly I notice there'pole. I know that raven, and I clutch my friendīs arm. "beware! that raven is a spy of the WITCH! we mustn't do anything we have planned today! she would know!" and yes, there she is: a black shadow, riding along the horizon on her broomstick.
she doesn't scare me, but I fear for my loved ones.
all of a sudden, we are back in the courtyard. I step inside and almost drown in a flood of noisy kids. I lead them down a stairwell into the cool castle cellar, because that'the girls from the boys. at the same time I know this is a silly human concept.
we enter the "reactor chamber". obviously, the castle once had a nuclear reactor. it has been shut down, of course. now it is a museum piece. there is an old man here, sitting on a chair at the wall. the children ask me who he is. "this is Shamino, the last hero," I explain. "he is a museum piece now. we don't need any heroes these days."
one of the boys introduces himself as Shamino'older than the other kids, somewhere in his mid-teens. a bit like me: though I'm somewhat "ageless" (being an elf), I'm as much a child as I am a grown-up. he has found a third museum piece: a coke machine. he wants to get a drink out of it, but he does not have any money (no-one has, these days!)
as if she'd been lurking all the time, the witch pops up! and believe me, she's no wise old woman, celtic priestess or wiccan, but an "evil crone" from the Brothers Grimm fables. she reaches for Shamino Jr., offering him some rusty old coins.
but I slip between them. "no! these coins are CURSED! you mustn't take them!" I give the witch a good shove, and she disappears. yeah! my free, unrestrained "love power" is too strong for her petty schemes! I then turn to the boy, who looks all confused and frightened. I snuggle up to him, whispering:
"if you are in trouble, just come to me. I'm an elf!"
by this time I was already waking up.
Comments by Dreamer ...I could never shoot a duck (or skin a rabbit or slaughter a pig), and I don't have a clue about weapons or hunting. ...it's only in the "happy" dreams that I'm female, and this might've been the happiest of them all!
==Commentary by Heratheta on Elfin Healer (980909)==
however-this kind soul, is what should be avoided to the right or left of the world see www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/ until the next dream
LOST [Disorientation or abandonment]
LOTTERY DREAMS [Sudden Wealth - Randomness favors the dreamer]
LOVE [All around us, yet so hard to find and keep]
LUCID DREAMING [Knowing you are Dreaming when you are Dreaming]
** Dream: ron's pet shop by stan kulikowski ii (980923) **
Note: stan requests his name and address be kept with the dream - stan kulikowski ii << stankuli@pcola.gulf.net >
( wednesday night, i got home just before 22:00, tired from teaching the networking course and all day preparation for the java lesson. my mother said i looked really tired, but i had some web work to do getting a newsletter into its archives before i could get to sleep. around 01:00 i got that done and caught up on my evening email. by this time i had regained my alertness, but went to sleep anyway around 02:00 after reading in the final chapter of decline and fall. )
behind his house in massachusetts, ron fussell has finally gotten around to remodeling his garage, expanding it into a large barn into which he has moved his pet supply business. when i knew him, ron raised hamsters in his basement which he sold to local pet stores. he specialized in exotic dwarf hamsters that were difficult to breed. he could better prices for the dwarf hamsters compared to the usual sirian golden hamsters. years back he started this operation to keep a supply of feeders available for a snake we shared. eventually the snake died, but the operation of keeping a population of mice, hamsters and gerbils kept going in his basement. now he has expanded the operation into his brand new barn and he is showing me the set up for the first time.
since the barn is new, everything has a new clean look and smell. the hay scattered loosely on the floor is all fresh and all the timbers of the structure, though hand hewn and rough have that raw wood texture to them. very little paint on the interior of the building. the front area where the customers are to come in is mostly small cages and tanks with a variety of small animals for sale.
"and here we have our basic stocks, your teddy bear hamsters, black gerbils, and the russian dwarf." he shows me rack after rack of the small creatures, all busy scurrying around, do what ever business rodents do. a lot of constant activity which presumably has as much significance to them as our actions do to us.
"oh, here is the new breed i am trying out." ron points to some larger cages mounted on the wall a bit higher up than the rest. inside is a beautiful creature, a little larger than a kitten but smaller than a cat. it has long fur which swishes gracefully when the animal moves. it is generally a golden brown color with leopard spots all over its long fur. it looks and moves more like a monkey with really short legs, but ron assures me it is a rodent of the hamster family. "i don't know how they will breed. i think they will need larger cages than these rabbit hutches." he takes one out and gives it to me to handle.
up close i can see that it does have the pinched rodent face with its incisors showing when it smacks its lips. the face is not very attractive up close, but the long shiny leopard fur has a nice smooth feel to it. its legs beneath the shaggy coat are a little longer than i had expected. it looks more like a guinea pig, but i have to take ron's word that it is a large hamster.
"can it learn to ride on your shoulder like a parrot or a monkey?" i ask him.
"i don't know." he replies. "just got the pair of them in and have not had much time to handle them. that would make for a convenient way to handle them." i put this one on my shoulder and walk around a bit. it does seem to know to hang on there, but since the rodent feet do not have prehensile digits, it has a difficult time keeping its grip as i move.=20 after a little trial, i bring it back to be cradled in my arms where it is more comfortable. i doubt the shoulder ride will be a frequent method of activity for it.
"one of the things i have learned about keeping these is that they need a few peanuts in their feed each day." ron points to a large bowl of peanuts over by the cages. i take a few out, giving one to the hamster and shelling one open for me. the nuts inside are a little larger than usual and taste rather bland, unsalted and under roasted. not very good, but the rodent seems delighted.
going around the corner from the small animal area, he has displayed some accessory merchandise. i examine a sort of totem pole made of a blonde bleached wood, shaped with various faces but it ends with a large ball that mushrooms out on the top. "that is a monkey totem" ron tells me. there are sashes of cloth attached to the sides which give squirrel monkeys a grip to climb and play on it. i tap the thing to find out that it is hollow and surprisingly light weight. the totem is a somewhat less than two meters tall and less than two thirds a meter thick. it is a thick piece of furniture. i can not imagine them being a very popular item of purchase, but maybe the monkeys like it.
as we turn the corner into the larger area of the barn, ron puts out his hand to stop me from going on. "we better be careful here." he tells me pointing to the calico tiger. "she is pregnant and i do not know how she will take to strangers around her litter of cubs."
the calico tiger is a large cat, bigger than a german shepard but smaller than a great dane. it is a very stocky animal, but the startling thing about it is its colors. it looks like it is made of a patchwork of cloth. little bits of color in reds, orange, brown and white cover its body in irregular patterns. it looks more like a small lion with a shaggy mane on its neck than a tiger. the colors have a muted look to them like a fabric that has faded with many washings. ron tells me that effect is achieved by a speckle of the white guard hairs in the fur throughout the colored areas. over all it reminds me of the tiger in winnie the poo, larger and more alive.
the calico tiger sniffs his hand and looks at me with suspicion. i move very carefully through her area. the straw bedding on the floor is mixed with squares of cloth in the same colors as her coat. apparently her nesting behavior is to shred fabric into pieces which match the coloration of her cubs. they are very difficult to see as they wiggle around on the floor under foot. with earh step i have to move the small cats and rags away until i see a clear piece of wooden floor to put my foot on. i wonder if the mother cat is so touchy about its young around strangers than ron leaves it free about the shop. surely liability would be huge if it bit one of customers. i am finally near enough to the end of the tiger's nest that i can jump out onto clear floor.
turning the corner into the larger back area of the barn. there are many more cages keeping animals of all sorts. tanks for the snakes and lizards, perches for some parrots. looking down in my hand, i find a brown piece of dried beef jerky which i should have given to the tiger to make friends.
looking down at the piece of beef jerky, i think that i shall have to be sure to get this in my dream log. i then realize that i am sleeping and that i can wake up if i want to start writing this up. now wait a minute, if i am dreaming this, then right now i am lucid, a rare state of dreaming for me. i am aware that this is only the third time i have been lucid that i can recall in my dream records. ok, i stop the process of coming out to wake up and try to get back to dreaming. my sleep starts getting deeper again, this time intentionally. as i walk around the pet shop, i wonder what special use can i put this lucidity to. perhaps i can use this feeling of total control to explore some universal problem of human existence: the problem of self awareness; or the issue of free will; or the existential abyss of mortality; out of body astral projection; the luck of predestined fate; or the wellspring of imagination. anything is possible here. with this rare lucid moment, one foot in ron's pet shop and the other nearly awake in my bed at home, i can tap into these issues and discover something totally new in my experience. now, how can i best benefit with this control and power?
as i am thinking about how to use this opportunity, ron's wife debby comes up to me with a game she has invented. their son, lee, comes with her and they want me to play it with them. "it is a lot like cosmic wimpout" she explains. in that moment the lucidity slips away unrecognized and i am back in the dream as an experience rather than control.
in the first part of the game the three of us take turns drawing puzzle pieces out a cloth bag to assemble a playing piece for the rest of the game. you don't know what your piece will look like until its done. if the part you draw out of the bag does not fit anywhere on the assembly so far, you have to throw it back in for the next person's turn. eventually you get a complete piece and are ready to begin the movement phase, throwing dice. as is, i am the first one to get a complete assembly. my marker looks like a small rocket ship crossed with a food processor. it makes a buzzing noise when i turn the handle of the processor. since my piece is done before theirs, i can roll dice on my turn instead of drawing more parts from the bag.
i roll a three which does not seem to be the number i needed to move my rocket blender onto the felt playing board. debby completes her piece on her next draw. it is a robot that plays a sitar and puffs of smoke come out of its cheeks. lee keeps drawing parts that do not mount on his incomplete assembly.
i roll again and still do not get the number to get on the playing felt. debby rolls a three and moves her piece onto the left path and hops inwards two steps. "wait a minute" i say. "i thought we had to roll onto the number one mark by exact count. you went two more hops."
she tells me that i have to come by exact count since i was first done with the building phase, but the second one can over roll the first mark in order to catch up with the first. this makes no sense to me since i am not on the board, there is nothing to catch up to. she is ahead of me and i am still trying to roll a one to get on. "that's just the rules" she says with a smile. well, i can tell who made these rules, i guess.it is her game.
lee completes his piece on the next draw. it is a pencil that writes with chocolate. i finally roll a one and move my blender rocket onto the first mark of the right hand path of the felt board. unlike cosmic wimpout which has a circular board, these two trails are just linear and i wonder what happens when we go off the end of them.
debby rolls a large number and overshoots the lips. at different places on both paths, there are arrows pointing to objects in the middle. debby missed the first arrow that pointed to the clay lips. if you land on them you get to wear them or put them on you playing piece which adds to its abilities in the next phase of the game beyond the felt board. i see other little objects in the path ahead of us: two brass balls, a feather from icarus' wing, some gear sprockets, a puff of a blue cloud, nero's tear for seneca, the emancipation proclamation, a soap bubble, the chicken named rome, antidisestablishmenttarianism, a tooth of a saber tooth tiger, the koorinor diamond (unlucky for men), the keys to karma, the sound right eye of horus, a powderhouse fart and the falling fellatcio (unlucky for women). lee says that i should try to get the lips.
( i wake here about 08:30 and hurry to get the computer on for this dream record. it is true that i have had very few lucid dreams to enter in the log, so i am eager to get this one in so i start typing right away. unfortunately the lucid phase of the dream between the tour of the pet store and playing the game did not last long enough to solve any of those problems. i had wondered what the exit from lucidity was like, being inconclusive on my two prior experiences. this time it was a physical sensation of rising up toward waking consciousness, or sinking back into the dream state. i wanted to keep the balance between the two until i decided what to do, but i could not. i only had a few seconds of control before the people in the dream drew me back into their frame of reference. because i was undecided on what to do with in, it appears that i lost the opportunity to use it.)
MEMORY [Remembering ...In dreams we often struggle with the issue of memories and remembering a dream which by definition involves the process of recollection.]
MIRRORS [Reflection of Self]
MUSIC [Melodies of the land within]
NUDITY [What you see is what you get]
PERFORMERS [Entertainers]
PROBLEMS [Situations or difficulties sometimes present choices]
POLITICAL SCENE [Public issues through positions of power]
RELATIONSHIPS [Other parts of ourselves including family which constitutes the first and earliest of our relationships, often influencing how we relate to the outside world]
** Dream: lost friend by maurin (980916) **
I dreamed that my friend was at my mom's house with a blonde woman. she came into the house and said he wouldn't talk to me. i kept saying, tell him i just want to talk to him. when she left and i went outside, he was driving down the road and i stopped him with my thoughts. the car was just spinning it's wheels, not going forward. then the thought came, i can't hold onto this relationship. the car then skidded away with his arm around the blonde.
this is pretty straightforward, right? just thinking maybe the dream is what i think is happening, but maybe not the reality of the situation.
** Dream: Betrayal? By Penelope (980916) **
Time: early norning
I was walking down a hallway (similar to one in the house I grew up in, but not exactly the same) and came to a door. I opened it and inside were my mother (died 9/9/87, age 91) and my husband (divorced 8/87)on the bed making love. I was devastated. I closed the door and started back down the hall.
My husband came out and tried to stop me from leaving. My mother also came out, but said nothing. She was dressed in a silvery see-through sheath. Though she was elderly, she looked great (better than she ever did in life), and she was smiling. I was crying and asking him how he could do this to me and with my mother, who is in her 70's. I was trying to remember exactly how old she was, but I couldn't do the math in my head. I was aware that other people (I didn't know who) were watching all of this. I was feeling guilty throughout the dream, because I knew that I was the cause of this happening; that somehow I had set it all up. Then I awoke.
Comments by Dreamer My mother was 46 when I was born, and I never knew her as a youthful or sexual being. My husband was a sex addict. I remarried in 1989 & was widowed in 1993. I'm now ready to start dating again. What could this dream mean?
** Dream: cindy timko's dissertation by Stan Kulikowski ii(980914) **
Note: stan requests that his name and address be kept with the dream text. - stan kulikowski ii << stankuli@pcola.gulf.ne t>
DATE : 14 sep 1998 08:09
( a sunday night, mom and i watched the 50th emmy awards. it was nice to see clips of all the old tv programs we watched when i was a kid. howdy doody, the lone ranger, captain kangaroo, pinky lee and so on. mom went to bed around midnight and i started late grading homework for my programming course until about 03:30. i thought i would just do a few, but ended up doing them all. there were a lot of them, i was surprised they went so quickly. )
it is dark outside and getting rather late. we are sitting in the driveway of somebody's house on folding chairs listening to cindy timko give her doctoral defense. barbara partee is the main thesis chair, asking pertinent questions at the appropriate intervals. the topic is some esoteric bit of physics, i believe. i am there as a guest, not really following the topic all that well. i have been asked to do some of the technical support work with the technology use in the display of data.
now cindy has completed her formal talk and has asked that the video be shown. i am a little uncomfortable with this, and try to explain to everyone that the video was too long for the floppy disk and i had to cut a lot of it out, so the work may be missing some crucial parts. i tried to keep the longer dialogs intact, but a lot had to be cut. no one seems to be listening or understanding what i am saying so i fire up the video projector and have at it. let the work speak for itself, if it can.
down at the end of the driveway there is a portable screen set up on a tripod. the video begins to roll. it is obviously a bunch of college students who have been press ganged into acting this skit. i try to follow what the thesis is all about, but cannot really tell given the short and choppy nature of the cuts i made. well, i can apologize later if i missed the central point somewhere along the line.
the video comes to a quick end. only about three minutes of video could be compressed onto the floppy. cindy says something i can not quite hear and the group breaks up with congratulations all around. i break up the equipment load it on the short yellow school bus parked along the empty highway. there are a couple of these small sized buses waiting to take us back. i get in the one that contains my equipment.
the ride back home is long and tiring. it must be two oclock in the morning when we arrive back in the neighborhood of my mother's house in ohio. i am rather tired, but i decide to walk down to daniel dorrough's house as i know that cindy will be staying over there with a few others for the night. i hope to explain to her why her video was cut so short and to suggest that she burn it on a CDr which has more than enough storage space. a floppy disk is much too small.
when i get to daniel's house, i can see that his parents have spread spare mattresses over the floor of the living room for people to sleep on. no one else is here yet, and i am tired so i lie down in the middle of the first one.
i am not there long before others start coming in from the second bus. i am only about half asleep, but enough so that i do not get up and greet the others. perhaps i will just stay here and talk to her in the morning. to my great surprise cindy lies down next to me prepares to go to sleep also. wow, getting to sleep with cindy timko just like that, no hassles or awkwardness.
but the mattress is a large one, and her friend, angelina popovich comes and takes a space between us. hm. much of the thrill is gone. angie was cindy's best friend but never much on the exciting index. oh well, i am truly tired and nothing other than imagination was going to happen in a house full of people anyway. i decide to drift off into deeper sleep, but without much success. i can neither move nor get quit of consciousness. it is that moment of sleep when the normal paralysis has set in, but the mind is only part aware of its surroundings.
i am lying on my back with my arms extended upward, taking up more space than i ought to, given the crowded of the facilities. cindy and angie are on my right. angie gets up and goes somewhere i can not see. then a thin black woman crawls up on my left side. apparently i am in the place where she slept last night and she seems determined to get her position back, even if she has to share it with me. through my slightly open eye lids i can see that she is very pretty so i do mind it when she snuggles up on my left arm. she is looking at me very closely as if attracted or making some serious decision. "i think i am is love with this man" she tells someone in a soft voice.
no sooner than she has settled down, than she sits up again. this time, turning her back to me, she pulls her blouse off over her head. i can see that her back is well muscled and tight like a long distance runner or maybe a professional dancer. she turns back quickly and snuggles up again into my extended arm and side. i can feel her small firm breasts caressing my side through my shirt, but can move to either accept or reject her nearness, no response at all from me in this half sleep. well, maybe i will wake up later in the night enough to move in closer.
with a jerk, i suddenly am awake and sitting up. the bright sun is pouring in the room. it is obviously late the next morning and most of the people have left. only cindy and i remain, she still asleep after her long efforts last night. i wonder what became of the black girl and regret that i never even knew her name though i enjoyed the few moments of furtive contact from her.
rather than wake cindy, i go upstairs into danny's small attic bedroom. he is sitting on a bed typing on an old portable. i ask him if he has another machine as i want to type in my dream log before i forget what this dream has been about. he dusts off an old DEC rainbow microcomputer and says that it will fire up if i give it time. i look at the dusty keyboard and wonder if i can remember the qwerty typing pattern well enough any more, so accustomed to dvorak nowdays. yes, i can still get by.
( i wake around 07:44 and cannot get properly awake. no alarm or anything, i just wake and still feel very tired like i felt in the dream. i believe i went back to sleep for a few minutes but wake up again, still feeling very leaden and tired. i suspect that this sleep reentry provided the part about going to type in the dream on danny's computer, as i had thought about putting this dream in the dream log, as it was fairly easy to recall all of it. eventually i force myself up to write this in. barbara partee was on my dissertation committee, a brilliant semanticist. cindy timko was valdictorian of my high school class, a very bright woman, much smarter than me. as i recall, the last time i saw her was a christmas party during sophomore year in college. she had returned early in the term from some college out west. people rumored that she had left midterm because of some difficulty, i presumed of some sexual nature but no one spoke of it directly, at least not anyone who really knew. angelina was her best friend and i think that christmas party was the last time i saw her too. i do not think she went on to university anywhere but was working somewhere local and so was not on the academic cycle like the rest of us. as i recall we did some divination late at night with mirrors and candles, a russian new years practice.=20 create a hall of mirrors with two mirrors face to face and two candles between them, stare down the recursive reflection until the flames mesmerize you enough that you will see your future spouse step out somewhere in the infinite regression. i did not see anyone: prophetic, i guess. cindy never said who she saw. )
** Dream: 2 x James by ? (980924) **
Thurs 24 Sept 98 3am
Over the last 2 nights, I have had dreams in which I have "met" two local (Melbourne, Australia)and famous men named James. The first was a footballer called James Hurd, the second a singer named James Reyne. It is only in retrospect that the James connection occurred to me. I was most surprised in my dream to be attracted to a footy player. In that dream, he had a painful knee and I was massaging it. The James Reyne dream was one in which we were having a discussion about childrens' welfare in this country, while sitting in a bookshop drinking coffee.
Comments by Dreamer: Just one name can encompass great variety.
RELIGIOUS RELATED [The Ritual and the Spiritual]
ROMANCE [Thrills and Chills, lost in another]
SCHOOL THEMES [Learning and learning related trials]
SOLUTIONS [The answers to problems or quandaries]
** Dream: Mobsters-R-Us' by Nutcracker (980730) **
Me (as a male). I'm being protected by a mobster, Sonny Corinthos (Maurice Bernard/GH). One of Sonny's men, Jason (Steve Burton/GH) is supposed to guard me through the night. We're in a huge warehouse. Jason and I will be staying upstairs. I wonder how safe it will be for us to stay here. Now (it seems), I'm one of Sonny's guys and I've double crossed him. I worry that he knows. I go to use the bathroom. As I walk in, I begin unbuttoning my (blue) shirt and then stop. I don't turn on the light. Am I nuts? Surely Sonny will come after me. I hide. Sonny sends some guys into the bathroom after me (the lights are still off). I crouch down next to the doorway and several of them walk right past me. But not Sonny. He puts his gun to my head. I sit there numb, thinking to myself, 'just do it' (and get it over with). This waiting to die is enough to kill a person! Sonny drags me out of the bathroom. I think again, do it, just shoot me. (to myself in my sleep I'm thinking), what if he kills me while I'm asleep dreaming this? Will I really die? To escape my fate, I 'pretend' he's already shot me and I wake up. (98/7/30)
STAIRS [Bridges between levels, between the upper and the lower]
STRANGERS [Who and what we don't know yet]
TEETH [Ok, losing teeth is one of the top ten dreams people have questions on. Theories on what they mean range all over the spectrum of possibilities.]
TORNADOS [Pretty well defined destructive power of nature]
TRAPPED [Temporarily helpless- Sometimes we are paralyzed or imprisoned by jobs, relationships or expectations]
** Dream: Dream about marriage by fidors friend (980914)**
interpretation -please
Well, a very close friend of mine ask me to send this messege to Internet. She had a very realistic dream about her marriage , she was late and she was dressed in black (date of dream 13-IX). Could you send back to me an interpretation or give some links / e-mail where i can get it. Thank you Adam
Sorry for bad English . I'll forgive you if you translate it back into Polish :-)
** Dream: 'The Surrogate' by Nutcracker (980810) **
I was with another person and a horse in a room (either a hotel or an office). The only piece of furniture in the room is a couch. I am there because I was chosen to be inseminated by the horse so as to bring another of its kind (mystical) into the world (actually, another person had been chosen before me, but they later declined the offer). I think there can only be one such horse at a time. As I sit there on the couch with the other person (who hasn't spoken and who I can't recall whether or not they're male or female), I wonder what I've gotten myself into. The horse is standing in front of us (brown in color). How will this be done? Will the horse climb on the couch and stand over me? I'm beginning to doubt my own part in this. Now I'm sitting on the floor, next to the horse. The procedure must take place at a certain time.
Now it seems like we're in an office, in an office building. There is some commotion going on in an office down the hall. I rush over to see what's happening. I'm wearing a lime green suit (skirt and jacket) and I have a 10" screwdriver in my hand (the one I use to fix the water sprinklers). I have a matching scarf on my head which I rip off as I reach the other office. People are looking for Vanessa (I can't remember her last name though it's painted on the door). She's blonde, in her 20's and has long wavy hair. Apparently she's killed her boss. I worry that people will think I did it with the screwdriver and hide it in my scarf.
Now I'm back with the other person and the horse. Our room has a glass wall. The (white) couch is next to the wall of glass. It overlooks the ocean. The time is getting nearer. I ask the person (Roma Downey/Touched By An Angel) how I become inseminated, more importantly, where (for some reason, I keep thinking 'the top of my head' and imagine this goop dripping down my face). She says, I can't tell you. I demand to know. She says, "In your ears." I say, "No way. I don't think so." Then I ask her, "will it improve my hearing?" I think at this point, Roma is the horse morphed into a person. Next she tells me that afterward, my feet will get larger. But I love my small feet, I think to myself. She shows me two horses hooves. One is normal size and the other a half size larger. First she shows me the bottom of the hooves. The smaller one has a V shaped groove in it from which she scrapes out some gelatinous type stuff, I believe this to be the insemination material. The larger hoof, that of the magical horse, she shows me the top of; it is brightly colored enamal (cloisonne) in a large abstract (but all rounded curves) design in shades of deep pink and passion purple. It's beautiful. I would be honored to be decorated as such. Roma is now sitting on the couch. I'm standing behind her. There is one tiny area on her hair (like hair coloring) at the bottom, that is rubbing off on her skin. I wipe it away. It's now 3:00 pm. She says, "It's time. It's getting dark." She says 'it's getting dark' twice. I look outside. It appears overcast, kind of like it gets on Good Friday (I think to myself). I'm not sure if I am to become this new magical horse or if I am just a conduit for its birth. (98/8/10)
VEHICLES [Means of transportation, reflection of lifestyle]
** Dream: almost lost my daughter by ? (980918) **
There was a 72 lemans type car in perfect condition sitting on some type of showcase high above the stadium all at once the whole thing began to fall in slow motion when it was falling my boyfriend and friend was pretty safe when it hit the ground it almost hit my 17 year old daughter i ran over to her and began to hug her tightly.
Comments by Dreamer: No real colors just happiness that she was alright. I would like some feedback on this, It could be a warning. I am not real sure. This was a tough one for me.
WATER [A magical earthly fluid, nourishment, cleansing]
** Dream: ship at sea by mermaid (980916) **
16 Sept 1998 5am
I was on board a ship on dark blue seas. There were icebergs to the right of us, but we were steering a straight course which avoided them. I had to climb down a long ladder into the hold, to check that everyone on board was ok. Several of the men felt sea-sick. I could hear Sting singing "Love is the Seventh Wave" but I couldn't see him. A man indistinguishable beneath a druidic robe with cowl came up to me and asked me to draw a pentagram. It was a test to see in which order I drew the lines, and how many points the star had. I "drew" with my right index finger in the air and as I drew each line, it remained visible as red light. The druid said "Wait for the warrant" the vanished from sight. I didn't know whether it was safe to just leave this symbol where it was and leave, but I did. I climbed back up on deck and saw that the seas were much calmer now and the icebergs further away.
Comments by Dreamer I had to get up after this dream because I had a full bladder, and was cold as the bedclothes had come off me.
WORKPLACE [Where we make a living]
WRITING & WRITERS [Communication and creativity]
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Well, that's it for this month. See you next time in ED 5 #10 - November 1998. Hasta La Vista!