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Electric Dreams Volume 01 Issue 04
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| Electric Dreams |
| Volume 1 Issue 4 |
| 22 May 1994 |
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Dedicated to sharing and exploring dreams.
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Notes for the week...
I guess it has been a very busy week for most of you. This has been the
quietest email week I've had since I started the newsletter. The good news
this brings is, the note section should be very short.
1. I have opened up both of my email addresses for submissions. Feel free
to send mail to either address.
2. There was a request for more dream commentary, so people can get a wider
variety of opinions on their dreams.
3. Remember, this newsletter is written by the people on the mailing list.
If I don't get any submissions, I can't send you a newsletter.
I think this has been the shortest note section I've written yet.
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Dream Commentary
======Comments: Women in Flying Dreams-Issue Two======================
In issue two, Marilyn Brown asked about women having flying dreams,
having read that most women don't have flying dreams until they are thirty or
more years old.
I have had several flying dreams all through my life. In the
earliest ones I remember, I could never fly very high, maybe only two or
three feet off the ground. I also only flew in a very small area, but I flew
very quickly.
When I got older (ten years or so), I had dreams where I flew higher
up, but I had very little control. It felt like what I imagine sky diving
would feel like, only horizontal. I had very little control, and I would
still only get fifteen or twenty feet up.
My most recent flying dream was published in issue one, where I flew
high, fast, and with a great deal of control. I was flying in a kind of
glider, though.
Perhaps these dreams do reflect a slow building of confidence as I
older. Maybe the dream where I flew well with the help of the glider
represents something that was missing in my life before that gave me more
confidence once I found it.
If anyone else, male or female, has anything to say on this subject,
I too would be interested in hearing it.
--cbeattie@uwspmail.uwsp.edu (Chris)
======Comments: The Waitress and her Bodily Fluids-Issue Two==========
COMMENTARY PART ONE: "Keith's home, and he doesn't like MST3K"
In this first segment, I assume that (since he has been faraway) you
know once Keith comes back, there won't be enough time for the two of you to
spend together. You mention in the dream that you find "we're only both home
for the weekend and it's sunday evening" and, later, "we're all trying to
figure out what to do."
Perhaps once Keith really does come back home (in your waking life)
you may anticipate fears that things have changed between you--you may still
love each other, but might not be able to recapture the closeness of the
relationship you had before his departure. This feeling of loss is further
emphasized by Keith's sudden disinterest in MST3K (a show I know you love).
You go on to say: "There's a pressing feeling, like I have to do something
and I'm wasting precious time." This might be your subconscious telling you
that you may be neglecting some personal business--something which (depending
upon your actions and/or decisions) could lead you to happiness or
disappointment, either in this situation (with Keith) or in your other close
relationships. Since we are both facing graduation soon, does this reflect
some buried anxiety? You and I have been experiencing a lot of transitions
this semester, BJ...
COMMENTARY PART TWO: "Running to the diner"
This one's kinda fun. My first impression is that, since you are
running, you are in a hurry to take care of and accomplish something.
Everyone else in your family, besides you and Lyle, are either gone (like
Keith in the USAF) or have established jobs/family (your parents). You are
just about to graduate from college and Lyle is about to graduate from high
school. The running could also mean that you are trying to escape your
anxieties/troubles. Just keep in mind that those things will only start to
chase you if you continue to "run" from them.
COMMENTARY PART THREE: "The Waitress and her bodily fluids"
When you arrive at the diner, I believe it is here that you "come to
the destination" of some (how should I phrase it?) neglected, business.
Since this is only a diner, not someone's house, this destination is only a
resting spot before you move on your life's path. You and Keith are "talking
about stuff" and, later on you say you two were "busy with whatever all that
paper was." You don't mention if you were sorting through the papers or
reading them. In any case, the papers "have something of (y)ours on them"
--could this be some sort of map? I know you are a writer. If you can
(through actual dreaming or meditation--I can help you out) re-experience
this dream and try to make out what was on those papers. There might be
something important in them.
Moving along...
Next comes the waitress to take your "order." You are concerned with
her "mild disappointment (almost grief) on her face" of which you feel
responsible. This woman, a waitress, a person who SERVES you things to
CONSUME, is disappointed with the payment and tip because she may have been
regarding it as a cop-out--you tip a waitress to be proper and polite--it has
no deep meaning. Did you get the assumption that she wanted more from you?
Perhaps this waitress-lady could be someone in real life who has accused you
of being insincere. Or it could be yourself accusing yourself that you are
insincere (funky, huh?). Or perhaps this might have something to do with
"change"--the waitress wasn't satisfied with the "change" you gave her. Do
you perhaps feel there isn't enough "change" in your life? In the diner,
you're with Keith--someone close to you who is out experiencing the world.
Do you feel somehow that you won't have much "worldly" experiences to share
with him or others?
I don't know why, but I detected a sense of guilt and shame from your
"drinking bodily fluids" part. This waitress has served you some pretty
DISGUSTingly oppressive stuff. I also get this image of her "waiting" for
you to do something about it--she's fed you this stuff, you paid for it--and
you're not exactly sure what more she could want you to do. The stuff is
hard to "disgest", but that's not your main concern. You are "more concerned
with her state of mind" and you are "unhappy." This clearly shows you must
have some sincere feelings, but again they are on the surface--you don't know
this waitress, she doesn't seem to be a close relative like Keith--and you
perhaps still feel like you "owe" her something.
After drinking, you are partially embedded in the grass and you are
inbetween two lanes of traffic. It seems you have made a decision to break
away from some stuff that could've kept you buried in the "middle". The
waitress is dead, has been for years, and you must move on. But it seems
like you might be closing the book prematurely. Keith says, "there will be
an investigation," clearly a warning that "things aren't over yet" and
perhaps there is hope. You also might've just "escaped" a very bad situation
or suspected trap of some sort. But, again, there's still something going on
"behind the scenes"--therefore, there is a need for an investigation.
Look closely back on your life and what you are doing now. Is there
something in need of change? What are you neglecting or avoiding? I believe
this dream was telling you to SCRUTINIZE.
Hope I didn't get too personal. I'm one of BJ's closest friend and
he gave me permission to get away with this and it's really up to him to
decide what he wants to make out of this commentary.
One note to all: The most vivid dreams are usually the ones you must
pay most attention to. It's sort of like your higher self (or subconscious)
screaming some much-needed information at you.
But, then again, it could be just some weird dream...
--ka109016@spstmail.uwsp.edu
======Comments: Ronald================================================
What a cool dream! It's neat simply at face value: all things (even
things we may find disTASTEful) are part of the grand design of life.
--pryan@prairienet.org (Pamela)
======Comments: Land Cruiser==========================================
For me, this dream suggests a choice between the mundane and the
adventurous, between stability / domesticity (land) and an ever-changing,
up-and-down exciting ride (sea.)
--pryan@prairienet.org (Pamela)
======Comments: Death, Rebirth========================================
Because the dreamer gives me the context of a relationship break-up,
this dream suggests to me a feeling of fear about new relationships. The
violence of being "choked" (by my failed relationship?) kicks me to the other
side of the world (Australia), sends me burrowing off into a cave.
My mother confirms that this horrible feeling (of "death" of the
relationship?) could easily be repeated. And so I am cautious to eagerly
consume life (popcorn), and am fearful of things (relationships?) that might
"elevate" (elevator) me, for fear I might fall....
The dreamer's title is nice (was this added in retrospect?) For the
end of something is always the birth of something new, with exciting new
possibilities.
--pryan@prairienet.org (Pamela)
======Comments: Blue Jay vs. Robocop==================================
This dream ekoved strong feelings for me. If I had dreamed it, I
might see it as a wonderful transition to a new attitude (a "change of
heart"!) Birds and blueness are often associated with spirituality, or
seeking "higher" knowledge (flight, blue like the sky, etc.)
This is such a contrast with the rigid, authoritarian machine of my
imagined "RoboCop" (I never saw the movie, so your image of him may
differ....) I see the dream as a message that I am forging a new, soaring
heart in college!
--pryan@prairienet.org (Pamela)
======Comments: Drowning / Hospital===================================
This dream is so powerful..... if it were mine, I'd explore each
image slowly and carefully. But since it is not, and my time is limited,
I'll just throw out a few associations.
Drowning: In my dreams, this often symbolizes feeling inundated/
buried in work....
Rulers: For me, these often mean I'm feeling "measured" in some
way.... (Exams?)
Lost family: No time for friends and family? Feelings of
independence, causing some feelings of sadness at separation from family?
--pryan@prairienet.org (Pamela)
======Comments: Drive a Car & Marriage -- ACK!========================
Throughout this dream, I am reminded of women's roles in society
(looking pretty, helping others with their work, helping others reach their
goals, "Princess" and "Virgin Mary", marriage, etc.)
In my own life, I often struggle with femininity vs feminism, and my
own imagined version of this conjures up this internal struggle:
Should I wear the garb of the traditional woman? And thus be
"driven" to a place where I lose myself (deep black puddles, graves, etc.)
Or should I drive my red (brave, passionate, assertive) car to my own
destination?
--pryan@prairienet.org (Pamela)
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Dreams
======Dream by pryan@prairienet.org (Pamela)==========================
"RATTLESNAKE GARDEN"
I am planting a garden in a baking pan (cake pan). I use a fork to
till the soil and plant the seeds. As I add water and stir it up, I notice
worms (earthworms -- good guys!) But then I see a rattlesnake in the pan.
Shift of scene -- my husband and I are riding in the back of a
station wagon. The car is going by itself; no one is driving. We get
stopped by the police, and are sure we'll get in trouble because of the lack
of a driver. We show the policeman plants in little cardboard boxes. I am
worried that we'll be punished.
======Dreams by hi205436@spstmail.uwsp.edu (BJ)=======================
here's a few quick snippets from dreams:
Someone in the crowd at the Starfleet summit looked up at the ledge
and kept repeating, "Gun! He's got a gun! He has a gun! Look! A gun!
He's got a gun! Gun!"....
My brother (in the air force in England)] Keith was there, but the
expressway was a river, then it was sand.
Nothing made sense. I was lost and confused.
Has anybody else had one of those dreams where you can't quite open
your eyes, and when you finally get them a little open, the light just blinds
you or you have a thick film over your eyes and still can't see? I _hate_
that.
here's a strange one...
Aliens landed in a Walkman to exchange hostage cassettes last night.
After that we had a flood. Keith and I (Keith played an alien earlier) had
to collect purple writing utensils (crayons, pens) before it hit. Phone call
from [high school buddies] Jamie and Tanya--I hung up on them. Gilligan's
island was discovered.
from 31 March 1992 (over 2 years ago!)
On campus. I was told to watch over a small boy, but had business.
His grandmother, who lived in the industrial sector, volunteered to take over
for me. I went to classes and saw a _Chinese_ dragon sculpted from snow and
decorated with coloured sand to welcome a busload of _Japanese_ students. As
the bus pulled in, the dragon collapsed.
Campus was large and Gothic, with tall, heavy dark buildings. The
buildings were made from huge slabs of rock and decorated with gargoyles,
sprawling vines and pillars (?). The day was overcast.
I walked back to the industrial sector--to my left, a snow-covered
field; to the right, a gutted factory surrounded by chickenwire fence (this
was stillon campus, where the athletic fields are). On the edge were trees--
green trees, among all the snow--where the grandmother lived across the
street from about five sets of railroad tracks. The shack where she had been
was empty and long disused (hmmm, a ghost?).
My family was there asking why I had left the kid--they wouldn't hear
that I had left him with his grandmother. A re-enactment played out before
us of the boy being hit by a train as it roared past. He was scooped up and
flung out. It was unnerving to see this spectral scene. We followed a trail
of blood to his mangled body--he had lived long enough to pull himself into
the bushes.
Icky, huh? My dreams are full of death and darkness, but I love
them. Questions? Comments? I'm waiting on a dream I had a couple years ago
that I wrote into a letter and sent a friend--she still has it, so I'll ask
her if I can post it here. Even without a written record, I can remember it
clearly. I plan on basing a short story on it (which i've done with a
different dream you might get next time).
caio, y'all. ;P
--BJH
======Dream by ka109016@spstmail.uwsp.edu (Val)=======================
Dream Series: "I'm Death, BJ's the Crow, and We Hunt Down a Serial Killer"
This is Valentina, the Dream Shaman. For five years now, I've been
keeping a dream journal and have discovered that my dreams come out in
"series"--with one dream ending one night and the next dream continuing where
the last one left off the next night. A lot of times my friends appear in
these dreams and it's great to see just what will happen in the next dream.
The last total, all-out dream series I've had was during the nights
of March 19 through the 28th of this year. This particular series involved
two close friends of mine; Chris Beattie and BJ Hiorns. After hearing about
my weird dreams, they were amused and fascinated and soon started to delve
into their own nightly "adventures" to see if we had some sort of connection,
or if we could make some sort of connection between my dreams and theirs.
After writing up those dream catagories I submitted last week, I
figured it'd be peachy of me to share each dream out of my original series
(complete, without commerical breaks). I will start this week with the dream
I had on March 19th. Each week afterward I will send out the next one...and
the next and...so on.
Oh, um..., by the way, if ya want ta know what I'm all about, check
out my article on the Dreamcraft in this issue. (If you don't remember me, I
was the one who wrote the stuff on Dream categories).
VMK
DREAM JOURNAL ENTRY #78
Vol. 5, March 19, 1994
Part One: "BJ and Chris Move Into a Dump and I Get Stung by a Bee"
I stood somewhere, kind of floating--actually flying--over an old
homestead (that was falling hopelessly apart). I noticed that the sky was
dark, damp, and stormy. It was rainy--pounding and pelting down hard.
Suddenly, I heard the Beavis-n-Butthead theme song. The obnoxious
cartoon characters (I hate Beavis-n-Butthead) ran out from out of nowhere
with chainsaws, hammers, nails, etc. They were going to build an extention
to the crumbling house. "Building stuff is COOL!" They continuously
laughed. When their work was finished, there was a new front on the house,
but it was two-demensional and flat (a.k.a. "cartoon-painted-style", of
course).
After that, they left. Then there was more thunder, rain, and wind--
only stronger now. Next I saw Chris and BJ walking up to the house. Chris
was carrying luggage and BJ wasn't helping her (it's not like him not to help
her out). Chris was dressed in a Pepto-Bismal pink nightgown. BJ was
normally dressed. "This is going to be great," said Chris to BJ, "let's move
in right away!" BJ did not respond, he just silently followed her.
Meanwhile, from up above, I was trying to warn them not to go into the house
because the structure was unsafe.
I swooped down, just above their heads. I realized I had black wings
and was in the form of the Thunderbird, ENAEMKIW*. Lightning streaked out of
my body, but did not harm Chris or BJ. I thought BJ noticed me, but he must
not have, or he ignored me. The two went into the house together and, just
as I expected, the structure collapsed in on them. I was frightened,
thinking no one could have survived the disaster. But, to my relief, one
concrete wall remained standing and Chris and BJ were in front of it. Chris
was sitting (with an uncomfortable face) on a covered-with-debris-rain-soaked-
bed, tugging at BJ's arm. BJ was now dressed like Jim O'Barr's THE CROW and
he said, "No, not now. Not after what's happened..." Chris withdrew and
buried herself underneath the debris on the bed--as she did so, the ruins of
the house rebuildt itself into a house-of-cards structure of garbage and
brick. The storm outside started to calm.
BJ walked away alone.
In my Thunderbird form, I followed BJ to this garage (painted red and
white) which looked like some sort of fun-house gazebo. The weather outside
changed to clear skies, warm, and sunny (everything sort of looked like a
garden painting by Monet--it was peaceful). Surrounding the garage were field
of flowers, mainly daisies, daffodils, tiger-lillies, and dandelions. I
wanted to be out in the flowers, but BJ called for me and suddenly I was
standing beside him in human form, dressed all in white with doll-like china
flats and tights (like Alice in Wonderland). BJ was still in the character
of the Crow. In the garage, he was banging on copper cow's bells, brass
jingle bells, and other noisy things, with a wrench and a hammer. He was
making strange, yet sort of beautiful percussion music. For some reason, I
asked, "Are you doing this for me?" He just glared sadly and nodded. "It's
so you won't go away...," he explained.
"But, it's so pretty outside!" I squealed in little girl fashion, "I
want to be out there--in the flowers--don't you?" BJ went on to say that it
was dangerous and that, if I go, he might not stay there in the garage to
wait for my return. "Well," I huffed, "I'm going out there anyway..."
He stopped his music when I walked away alone into the flowers. As
soon as I stepped out, I found myself suddenly surrounded by a swarm of bees
(they had been hiding in the flowers) and I ran back in terror, crying.
Before I got back to the garage, a bee got caught in my hair (I have very
long hair--in dreams and in waking life) and the bee stung me behind my
right ear--stung me so hard, its body was stuck in the skin of my ear. BJ
rushed out of the garage to help me. "Hold still," he said, and gently
pulled out the bee. The bee was dead and he crushed it inbetween his
fingers. Then he licked my ear and the sting was healed.
"Feel better?" he asked and I nodded Yes. "Now we can walk into the
flowers..." He led me by the hand into the flowers. By now, I was no longer
dressed like the little girl, but BJ was still the Crow. "Your make-up's*
all wrong," I told him, and he allowed me to wipe it off--with the torn
remains of the little girl dress that I wore earlier (I was now myself again,
so was BJ).
We started to laugh. We walked into the trees. Soon we came to a
clearing where there was this HUGE crystalline oak tree with flake emerald
leaves--it sort of looked like the Cryastalline Entity from Star Trek-The
Next Generation, but it was a whole lot nicer. When we got to this oak, we
hugged our arms around it and it burst into cool sparks of light (it tickled
us).
Next, we were waiting for a school bus. The landscape around us was
atypical of Northern Wisconsin with tall pines, birch, and willow trees.
Soon the school bus came and the driver honked his horn. In the bus were all
my acquaintances from Infinite Faire (an occult bookstore I used to work
at). Mark (my ex-boss' boyfriend) was driving the bus and Suzy was yelling
at me out the window--yelling something like: "GET AWAY FROM BJ, HE'S
MANIPULATING YOU!" I ignored this threat and gave BJ a hug goodbye.
"Will you buy me something while you're gone?" He asked and I
immediately asked him what he would like. He said, "An earring--made out of
rose quartz and lapis lazuli." I told him I would if I could find one, and I
boarded the bus.
Once inside, I noticed that the front seat was the only seat
available for me to sit on and it was covered with McDonald's french fries
and catsup, spelling out the message: WHILE THE BALL'S OUT, DAD WILL HAVE HIS
DAY. I asked everyone on the bus what this meant. Messina was beside Suzy,
she just shrugged her shoulders innocently, saying, "I don't have a problem
with it, Val, why do you?" Then I turned to Mark and he just shouted out:
"WHOOO-HOO!" (this is an atypical Mark yell of joy). I woke up feeling
physically dizzy.
*ENAEMKIW is the protector of the Menominee people (my tribe); also the
Enaemkiw is a spirit that keeps bad things away; a warrior spirit.
*THE CROW's make-up (for those of you who have never read the comic book or
seen the movie starring the late Brandon Lee) is basically a mime's make-up,
but very, very sinister. THE CROW is a gothic figure of vengence, lost love,
death, and despair--and he really kicks butt, too!
======dream submitted by mystery guest================================
"Faerie Goat-Man with Golden Gentials"
I found myself in a giant flower patch. It felt like I was only a
few inches tall and I was dwarfed by these huge roses, daisies, and multi-
coloured mushrooms. I was hanging off a gigantic rose petal and, looking
below me, I saw this beautiful nude man who seemed to be a satyr. He had
cloven hooves of silver, long white-blond hair (on top of his head and
flowing like cotton fur on his legs), he had butterfly antenna instead of
goat's horns, and black almond-shaped eyes. He smiled up at me and I was
filled with desire. He called my name sweetly and opened his arms to me. I
had butterfly wings and flew down to him. His skin was very soft, especially
his furry legs. I folded my wings and he stood up. I laid back and he
gently opened my legs. I looked up and saw that he had GOLDEN GENITALS! I
mean, they were'nt painted golden, they were actually gold, not hard as the
real metallic gold, just shiny gold, yet still human and soft like real male
genitals. Next, we made love and, before I woke I experienced an orgasm.
I haven't had sex in over two years. I guess I needed the dream.
I don't know what to make of it, though. It was very pleasant and I haven't
had a dream like it since. Any comments?
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Dream Articles
======Contributed by ka109016@spstmail.uwsp.edu (Val)=================
DREAMCRAFT: The Lazy Person's Folk Magick
by Valentina, Dream Shaman
For centuries, sleep and dreams have been widely used in the
magickal/spiritual practices of many cultures. Many feel that dreams reveal
much to the dreamer and, sometimes, if one focuses their mind hard enough,
one can change their life or, better yet, find their "direction" in life
through their dreams. Since even science hasn't been able to explain away
all the mystery regarding sleep and dreams, old fears and ideas about our
"nightly adventures" remain today. Just saunter on down to your local
bookstore or page through a current magazine on "psychic" phenomena. There
are tons of stuff on how to lucid dream, how to interpret your dreams, how to
keep away nightmares, tell the future through dreams, etc. Sometimes there's
so much "stuff" it's hard to separate the wheat from the chaff.
In this article, I'm going to deal with the little known practice of
Dreamcraft; a practice within Wicca (yes, that's right, I'm a witch, don't
let it spook ya) in which one uses thier dreams to bring about needed change
and accomplish specific goals. Just keep in mind that my "expertise" (if you
want to consider it that) is on the spiritual side of dreams. My spiritual
practices, beliefs, etc. may or may not reflect your own.
For starters, this week I will go into just a general description/
over-view of what Dreamcraft is...
Most of us who keep a dream diary or journal already do some
Dreamcraft. A dreamcraft-y person (practitioner) recalls their dreams and
records them, either by writing them out in notebook form or recording them
on audio tape, in order to later study and analyze them. Dreams, I'm sure
you'll agree, have a lot to say about us and the way we percieve our world.
By studying the images in our dreams, we can come to a better understanding
of ourselves and our world. Sometimes we can weed out specific information
from our dreams which we can use to help us deal with a situation or resolve
a problem. And what better way to deal with what bothers us than by
"sleeping on it?!"
Have you ever, before going to sleep or while in the process of
daydreaming, successfully recalled an image of a friend, place, or specific
sensation (such as a scent, taste, or sound) and were actually able to
re-experience that image/sensation without actually "experiencing" it? This
is Creative Visualization and it is the key to all magickal operations/
practices, especially so in Dreamcraft.
Thinking visually is natural for us, but _focusing_ your visual
images is a bit harder. Dreamcraft practitioners, through meditation and
actual dreaming, recall and concentrate on a specific image that represents a
person, place, thing, or situation which they wish to gain insight on.
Through this visual "focusing", they can program their minds into
re-experiencing a dream or real life event. The benefits of this are
practical: in order to have power over our "inner-enemies" (which are our
problems, insecurities, obstacles, etc.) we must name them and _know_ them
and not allow ourselves to walk "blindly" through life where we won't be able
to learn from them and resolve them.
When we are faced with a situation where normal answers fail and
frustration sets in, the last resort most of us turn to is the realm of the
Spirit (this is where prayer comes in--where we appeal to that which is
higher than us for guidance and intervention). To a magickal person (such as
myself), dreams are an invaluable spiritual and practical resource of helpful
information. In dreams all physcial laws and worldly logic are set aside.
It is here, in The Dreaming, that we can produce the most change--this is
what Magick (not the Disney "magic") is all about. Anything is possible
within our dreams. Use this power!
The main point of Dreamcraft is to gain insight on life, confront
that which perplexes us, change our perception of "what's going on" to
"what's _really_ going on", and do something about it in waking life.
Next week I'll go into some of the specifics of Dreamcraft, mainly
some techniques, excersizes, and herbal remedies you can try at home to
enhance your dreams.
--ka109016@spstmail.uwsp.edu
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For Next Time
======Idea by cbeattie@uwspmail.uwsp.edu (Chris)======================
I wonder how much a person's dreams reflect their personallity. For
example, the person I am in my dreams, and the things I can do, are not
necissarily the same as when I am awake. Yet, when I hear the dreams of some
of my friends, they seem to very closely reflect their personalities
Here is my proposal. If people want to send in one week's worth of
dreams, even if the dreams don't stand out as being especially significant,
I will publish them in "Electric Dreams". Don't tell us about yourself at
all, that is for us to determine from the dreams. I will publish the
replies, then the week after that, the person who sent the dreams can tell us
how close we came.
--So, pleasant dreams and keep those contributions coming!
