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October 2003
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"Toys in the Attic,"
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C O N T E N T S
++ Editor's Notes
N.I.G.H.T.M.A.R.E Resources
++ News: ASD Online PsiberDreaming Conference
September 21 through October 5, 2003
ASD Online Auction: October 1, 2003
++ Cover Artist: Jennifer Pandora Jonsson
++ Column: An Excerpt From the Lucid Dream Exchange
Lucy Gillis
++ Article: Titanic Nightmares Scream Warnings About Real Damage
Linda Lane Magallón
++ Column: A View from the Bridge
Welcome Home, Dave! An Iraq Pictorial
++ Column: The Waves: 06. Journey to the Lucid Crossroads
Nick Cumbo
++ Article: Nightmares Resources Online
Richard Wilkerson
++ Dream: Going Upstairs
Stan Kulikowski
++ DREAM SECTION: Dreams from September, 2003
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Editor's Notes
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Welcome to the October 2003 issue of Electric Dreams, your portal
to dreams and dreaming online.
If you are new to dreams and dreaming, please join us on
dreamchatters@yahoogroups.com and we will guide you to the
resources you need. To join send an e to
dreamchatters-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
or if you are interested in sharing dreams for world peace, please
join the World Dreams Peace Bridge
http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org
We are right in the middle of the online ASD PsiberDreaming
Conference which lasts through October 5, 2003. There is still
time to join in the festivities. For a minimal charge ($35) you
can join some of the world's foremost experts on the subject of
Psi dreaming for two weeks of cutting-edge papers, discussions,
workshops, and chats. If you've ever had a precognitive dream, a
lucid dream, or simply an 'unusual dream' that never quite made
sense, this is the place for you. All the presentations are still
in the conference area, so if you missed the first week, you can
see view the presentations.
If you were at last year's conference, I needn't tell you this is
a not-to-be missed set of events. Once you have registered, you
can enter the bulletin board area and participate in the many
activities. Each day new papers and presentations are added, and
afterwards there is discussion with the authors and researchers.
Other discussions spontaneously occur as well. There are chat
times and a special dream-inspired art gallery selections. The
event occurs over a two week period and last year brought in
fabulous reviews. http://www.asdreams.org/psi2003
Speaking of the Association for the Study of Dreams, the October
Auction is about to start! The proceeds from this auction go to
ASD. You can donate or bid on items such as dream art, signed
books by famous dream authors and much, much more.
http://www.asdreams.org/auction
Lucy Gillis has brought Electric Dreams readers a wide variety of
lucid dream experiences that have delved deeply into the topic.
But she also gets questions from people who are just not sure what
lucid dreaming really is. " My initial impulse was to write back
and say 'When you have a lucid dream you'll know it.' However,
that really doesn't help a dreamer who wants to have a lucid, but
is not entirely sure what to expect. In response to questions like
those above, I put together a very brief and simple essay for the
dreamer who is just beginning to learn about lucid dreaming and
about his or her own dream landscapes." Be sure to read the Lucid
Dream Exchange selection for October.
Jean Campbell's "The View from the Bridge"(The World Dreams Peace
Bridge) is a wonderful example of how a dream sharing community
can impact a nation, a world, a universe. This month Jean has two
guests. Kathy Turner gives you an update on the events in
September, and Bridge member's son returns from Iraq with pictures
you won't see on T.V. Read about how to join the support the
project below.
Nick Cumbo newsletter and column reports on the explorations of
the Sea Life community. Sea Life, the main web forum at
Dreampeace, aims to bring together a circle of dreamers from
around the globe, collaborating in dreaming adventures, and
'dreaming with and for the earth itself.'
The Waves: 06. Journey to the Lucid Crossroads
This moon, the people at Sea Life, took a journey to a mutual
dreamspace known as the Lucid Crossroads. The Lucid Crossroads,
was originally created, by Russell (Pantalimon), a dreamer from
the UK, using 3-dimensional graphics, to form the basis of a
meeting place for dreamers from around the world.
For our annual October Nightmare issue, we have two selections.
Sometimes with nightmares we forget that they are multiply
determined; that they are not just eruptions of the unconscious
but eruptions from a wide variety of determinants. In the article
"Titanic Nightmares Scream Warnings About Real Damage" Linda Lane
Magallón uncovers a depth of nightmare that require we look more
closely at our psychophysiology determinates. Prepare for Titanic
Nightmares!
I am also including an online summary of nightmare resources. This
not only includes article listings from past Electric Dreams
issues, but also help from the Association for the Study of Dreams
and the CyberDreamwork National Nightmare Hotline information, a
free phone number to discuss dreams and nightmares.
Our Global Dreaming News director is on vacation this month and so
if you expected to have something run this month and its missing,
you can get that in next month's news by sending your request to
Peggy Coats at web@dreamtree.com
Our Dream Section editor is still on vacation, so I have quickly
pieced together some of the dreams sent in over the last month.
Apologies for the mess, and let's hope Elizabeth returns soon!
Also, I am pulling out Stan's dream in its own section as he gives
so much care and attention to his dream texts. See Going Upstairs
by Stan Kulikowski.
Next month we have a focus on using dreams with Psychosynthesis.
If you have articles or comments, send those to me at
rcwilk@dreamgate.com before Oct 15th.
If you have dreams you want published enter them anonymously in
the form at
http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/temple
Or you can put them in the dream flow directly by subscribing to:
dream-flow-subscribe@yahoogroups.com
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For those of you who are new to dreams and dreaming, be sure to
stop by one of the many resources:
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"Toys in the Attic"
Jennifer Pandora Jonsson
-Richard Wilkerson
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ASD's 2003
PsiberDreaming Conference
September 21, 2003 - October 5, 2003
http://www.asdreams.org/psi2003
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Join some of the world's foremost experts on the subject of Psi-
dreaming for two weeks of cutting-edge papers, discussions,
workshops, and chats. If you've ever had a precognitive dream, a
lucid dream, or simply an 'unusual dream' that never quite made
sense, this seems the place for you.
Announcing ASD's Second Online PsiberDreaming Conference,
September 21, 2003 - October 5, 2003.
For two weeks participants worldwide will enjoy online
experiments, psiber games with prizes, chats, and discussions on
paranormal dreaming in the shared meeting space of virtual
reality. Last years conference ended with rave reviews:
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"topnotch", "I am really thrilled," "great conference," "please,
please do this frequently," "I don't know how many accolades I can
give you, too many to count, I believe. The conference was simply
great!! Good presenters, topics, participants, and great energy."
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If you missed the first, make sure you attend the second!
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Cover Artist Jennifer Pandora Jonsson
"Toys in the Attic"
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Artist Bio:
I became interested in dreams and dreaming as a teenager, when I
began having "serial dreams" that lasted on and off for years,
with multiple characters and vivid, if incomprehensible, plots and
subplots. Last year during Lent my church sponsored a workshop on
dreams and dreaming, based on Jeremy Taylor's work in the book
"Where People Fly and Water Runs Uphill." The workshop and
resulting discussion group were of great help in starting to
remember dreams in more detail and to puzzle out some of the
symbols. (I was an English major in college but symbolism went
right past methere are some funny stories about this, maybe
another time...)
I keep a dream journal under my pillow. The idea is to write out
a few sentences about what I remember upon waking and fill in the
details and possible meanings later on. Since I have two huge
cats, both of whom have specific ideas about when breakfast should
be served, I almost always wake up in the middle of a dream! The
trick is to get the few sentences written down while fending off
tap-dancing felinesdon't try this at home, I am a professional.
I don't always get to the last step about details and
interpretations, but when I do, I can usually latch on to one or
two clear "ahas."
I have painted on and off since I was a child and started taking
formal painting classes quite recently, after reading some of
Alice Miller's work. Words don't adequately capture a lot of the
emotions that surface in my dreams. I have nightmares often.
This painting is quintessential of what my nightmares tend to be
like; stark, vivid, unsettling. In this dream I was in a bland
bedroom when something above caught my attention. I looked up and
saw these objects pressing down through a crack in the attic
floor. I woke very distressed, and take the meaning that there
are still things about my childhood that I need to remember or
discover before they "crack through my head."
I am 34, a legal secretary, and I live in southern California.
Jennifer Pandora Jonsson
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An Excerpt From the Lucid Dream Exchange
Lucy Gillis
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I sometimes receive email from readers who are not exactly sure
what a lucid dream is. Even though they understand the definition
of a lucid dream (knowing you are dreaming *while* you are
dreaming), some aren't quite sure what that really "feels" like. I
get questions like "I flew in my dream last night. Does that mean
it was a lucid dream?" or "I talked to someone I know who is dead.
I knew this wasn't right somehow - was that a lucid dream?"
My initial impulse was to write back and say "When you have a
lucid dream you'll know it." However, that really doesn't help a
dreamer who wants to have a lucid, but is not entirely sure what
to expect. In response to questions like those above, I put
together a very brief and simple essay for the dreamer who is just
beginning to learn about lucid dreaming and about his or her own
dream landscapes:
SO, WAS THAT A LUCID DREAM?
ADVICE FOR THE NOVICE LUCID DREAMER
(c) 2003 Lucy Gillis
As your interest in lucid dreaming grows and you begin practicing
some lucid dream induction techniques, you may notice that your
"ordinary" or non-lucid dreams begin to change. If you have never
had a lucid dream before, but experience some dreams very
different from your usual kind of dreams, then in some cases you
may not be sure if you were lucid or not.
As an example, perhaps you never fly in your non-lucid dreams. One
night, you dream that you need to get somewhere fast. Suddenly,
you decide to fly instead of rushing about on foot. In this case
you weren't lucid, but your ordinary dreaming has changed.
On the other hand, you might be sure that you were not lucid, but
like the above example, you behaved as though you were. For
instance, after experiencing my first few lucid dreams, I once
dreamed that some milk had spilled on a shelf. I wanted to wipe it
up, but there were no paper towels or dishcloths handy. Instead of
going to get something to clean up the mess, I just stood there
and thought to myself "I'll just make cleaning motions with my
hand until a cloth materializes." I then moved my hand in circular
motions over the spill, pretending that I was wiping it up.
When I woke, I knew immediately that what I had done in the dream
was not my usual dream behaviour. I didn't act as I normally would
by going to get a dishtowel, (meaning that I didn't mimic waking
life responses, which at the time was typical of my dreams)
instead I behaved as though I knew I was dreaming. Yet, I was not
lucid during that dream; at no point did I think anything like "I
know I'm dreaming, that's why I can make a dishcloth appear."
My first impression of the dream was one of disappointment. I was
so close, yet I hadn't taken that next step and realized I was
dreaming. I admonished myself for failing to become lucid. I was
being hard on myself, which was not helping future expectations at
all. However, a friend and accomplished lucid dreamer, matter-of-
factly pointed out that I was not 'failing to become lucid', I was
instead incorporating lucid skills in my non lucid dreams. She was
right. As time went on, even my non lucid dreams were evolving and
becoming richer now that I was open to new ways of dreaming, new
ways of thinking and doing things.
So as you practice your lucid dreaming techniques and read more
about lucid dreaming, remember to keep an eye on your non-lucid
dreams for clues that your dreaming self is expanding its horizons
and opening to lucidity. If you notice a dream where you were
close to being lucid, but not quite there, don't let it be a
disappointment. Think of these dreams as "progress reports"
indicating that you are incorporating lucid dreaming skills into
your non-lucid dreams. You are expanding your dreaming repertoire!
Learning to lucid dream is not a progression where each dream is
"more lucid than the last". Even long term accomplished lucid
dreamers experience varying degrees of lucidity throughout their
dreams lives.
Just as your waking consciousness isn't always operating at a high
degree of clarity (we all daydream from time to time, get tired,
get distracted), your dreaming consciousness is also not operating
at one continuous level of awareness. Illness, preoccupation with
problems or other matters, lack of sleep, etc., are just a few
things that can affect both waking and dreaming consciousness.
Therefore, in not all lucid dreams will you experience the same
level or degree of lucidity. In some dreams you may recall your
waking life with great clarity, be fully cognizant of your dream
environment, and be relatively uninfluenced by the dream content.
For example, you may dream that you are carrying luggage and
running to catch a train, when you see a tiger in a tutu waving at
you. The absurdity of the situation makes you realize that you're
dreaming. You recall that you are really asleep and now, not only
do you not need to run to catch train, but you also don't need to
carry any luggage with you. Ignoring the tutu-ed tiger, you decide
to create a totally different scene and do something else.
Sometimes however, your lucidity may not be so 'clear' or
'strong.' Using the above dream as an example again, you realize
that you are dreaming and that the tiger in a tutu is no threat,
but you may still experience the urgency to race to catch your
train. Instead of running, however, you decide to fly to your
train. You are aware that you're dreaming, but you are still
caught up somewhat in the dream plot.
In both cases, you were lucid. But in the first example your
lucidity was at a "higher degree" or "level" than the other. Does
that make it better than the second example? Only you can decide
which dreams are more rewarding to you: being detached from your
dream scenes and stories, or participating in them with the
knowledge that it's not a waking life situation.
You may also experience varying degrees of lucidity within the
same dream. Again using the train, the tiger, and the tutu
example: at the beginning of the dream you may be very lucid,
choosing to ignore the whole scene as you attempt to create
another. But as the dream progresses your lucidity may fade or
falter and you find yourself once again running to catch the
train, or getting involved in something else entirely, forgetting
that you are dreaming. You may regain lucidity later in the dream,
or you may continue to dream non-lucidly until you wake.
Many people, myself included, have tried to categorize levels or
stages of lucid dreaming, using terms like semi-lucid, pre-lucid,
partially lucid, low-level lucid, etc. Personally, I found that
when I tried to categorize each of my lucid dreams into a nice
neat package, the attempt seemed to curb my lucid dreaming - I had
fewer and fewer lucid dreams. Ideas of limitation and differing
levels seemed to dull my dreams - my non-lucid dreams too - as
though draining the richness from them. When I decided to become
looser with my labels (after all, I wasn't recording only certain
lucid dreams for laboratory study) and just have fun with
dreaming, my dream life once again became more rich and creative,
much more fun!
My advice to the novice lucid dreamer would be, to not get caught
up in categorizing or labeling your dreams too striclty or trying
to define them in only one way. Don't put limitations on your
dreaming self. Keep practicing, using whatever technique works
best or is most comfortable for you. And don't fret if some of
your dreams are "not quite lucid," instead, congratulate yourself
on a great job of expanding your dreaming horizons!
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Titanic Nightmares Scream Warnings About Real Damage
© 2003 Linda Lane Magallón
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I was scared of my parents. They could retaliate when disturbed.
It took something far more frightening than them to make me knock
at their bedroom door in the middle of the night.
The first time, they allowed me to climb between them. I felt
protected from what seemed to be an even greater nocturnal threat.
When I knocked timidly at the door the second time, they growled,
"Go back to sleep. It's just a dream." If what I was experiencing
was "just a dream," then why did I still feel the horrible
aftereffects?
For me, the Dream World was a place of terror and struggle. A
place of overwhelming tidal waves and nuclear explosions. Where
there were wolves and bears and huge spiders on the wall. Where I
met aliens and monsters and unknown terrors from the deep. Where a
dark force attacked and strangled me as I lay in bed. Where my
parents made strange demands and friends and family metamorphosed
into bizarre caricatures of themselves. Where the Men In Black
pursued me down endless empty corridors, nightmare after repeating
nightmare. Where I was a frightened passenger in a car which would
slide sideways across the road and fall off a cliff into a
bottomless abyss, again and again and again. I'd be shocked awake,
trembling, with an upset stomach or fear coursing through my body.
I'd jerk upward with my heart sounding a heavy bass note in my
chest and immediately curl into a defensive position, arms around
my face, side to the world. And later, with clenched fists.
I can recall sleeping with the overhead light on, in the exact
middle of my bed, wearing my robe and slippers, a heavy flashlight
hidden under the covers. And trying not to dream.
Titanic nightmares is what they're called, but I think that's a
misnomer. As terrible as the Titanic tragedy was, it holds no
candle to my experience. The Titanic sunk only once. My nightmares
happened continually for almost 4 decades, although I got pretty
good at repressing them. It's an ingrained habit that's with me
still. Nowadays, to recall even a pleasant or mundane dream
usually takes effort. But Titanic nightmares can be repressed for
only so long. They're like a volcano. They build up pressure and,
one night when my defenses are down, they explode. And I'm the
helpless, hopeless victim of the fallout once more.
After I entered the dream field, and was no longer embarrassed by
my inner life, I compared dreams with my brothers and sisters. I
discovered that they'd had the same sorts of nightmares, albeit
not as consistently as I had. That's not surprising. I was the
oldest child and bore the brunt of parental wrath and emotional
manipulation. The next two oldest, my brothers, and I recall being
in tears virtually every day of our childhood. This is no
repressed memory. Waking life never got repressed. It would have
been dangerous to ignore what was happening there. The only reason
the dream world seemed a greater threat was that it was an
unknown. Who knew what monsters might show up? And when?
Increasingly, I became better at anticipating parental outbursts,
in the waking state. However, each nightmare was an unexpected
shock, coming out of the black and blue, like it did.
I've been looking for answers to the whys and wherefores of all my
nightmares for the past 20 years. And I've been sometimes
desperately seeking relief from what provoked them. More
importantly, for a cure. Not a coping measure, but something that
actually heals permanently whatever has been stimulating them.
A Titanic nightmare is not something that could be cured by
telling myself to "go back to sleep" and forget it. This is not
something I can treat with the lite dreamwork found in most dream
texts. Free association doesn't work very well because I didn't
repress the memory of what happened. My complexes aren't hidden
under mounds of emotional fertilizer. They're right out here in
the open, painfully close to the surface.
I know, first hand, the terrible sad affects of tricking yourself
into believing that life is rosy and you're wonderful and have no
problems. My parents are prime masters of that sort of self-
deception. That's part of the reason for the extraordinary
tension: they wouldn't admit what was occurring, even to
themselves. You ask them today and they'll say our childhood was
happy with a few healthy squabbles, normal for a family. They've
been able to repress the reality of the past. They were able to
repress it while it was happening! So yes, I know what Freudian
complexes are like. Not because I have them. But because my
parents do.
Having people in dream groups play "if this were my dream" is
useless. They've never been in my position in their entire lives.
I've heard some of those folks talk about their shadow dreams and
read about their voyages to the underworld. What they call a
"nightmare" is a walk in the park by comparison. They have no
friggin' idea what hell is really like. The "underworld" idea
barely makes a dent in the earth. The volcanic depths of a Titanic
nightmare reach down to the core of the planet.
I don't mean this metaphorically. I'm not talking just about how
anxiety affects your moods or makes you nervous, although, if
chronic, these reactions can be tragic, too. I'm talking about how
continued emotional battering can result in physical and
physiological damage, deep in the human body.
It's been known for quite a while that stress can debilitate you
with physical illnesses like cardiovascular disease. De-stressing
exercises have come to be an integral part of a healthy personal
regime. But the first time I read about the physiological affects
of stress in a public magazine was in the February 24, 2003 issue
of Newsweek. There it was, laid out in black and white, for
everyone to see:
Continued stress can affect your BRAIN.
I'm going to quote from the Newsweek articles, followed by my own
comments:
1. "(When a human being) perceives a threat, it can trigger a
body-wide emergency response within milliseconds. (Hormones
produced by stress) direct the body's resources to fighting or
fleeing. The heart pounds, the lungs pump and the muscles get an
energizing blast of glucose."
This same sort of reaction occurred when I had Titanic nightmares.
I'd awake to a pounding heart, heavy breathing...and a body
drenched in sweat. The flight-or-fight response also galvanized my
muscles to cry out or jerk awake, upon which I'd automatically
assume a defensive posture in bed.
2. "The stress hormones also act on the brain creating a state of
heightened alertness..."
Physiological arousal accompanies the growing emotional terror.
Which is why those nightmares woke me up.
3. "...and supercharging the circuitry involved in memory
formation."
The dream memory was so strong, it was etched onto my
consciousness. It became a rut for nightmares to travel,
repeatedly, for 38 years.
4. "...a strong correlation is made between the significance of an
event and the remembrance of it."
I think Titanic nightmares are significant, in fact any continuous
negative affects like angst are significant, because they are red
warning lights signaling that something is very, very wrong,
you're stuck in a rut and that you have to *do* something about
it, pronto. However, my struggle to resolve the situation in-dream
met with failure. In many cases, there was no opportunity for
struggle. I didn't even get to experience flight-or-flight while I
slept. I was trapped in the freeze mode.
5. "Prolonged stress has physiological consequences."
My brothers and I always had to have our guards up at home. We
never knew when my father's temper would erupt. That, plus
emotional manipulation by both parents, resulted in tears every
day, whether or not there was actual physical violence. Someone in
tears is under so much stress, it overflows.
6. "...when a susceptible child experiences too much fear, the
consequences can extend beyond general anxiety to include phobias
and post traumatic stress disorder Ð conditions in which the
amygdala hijacks the rest of the brain every time it encounters
some cue. Like a rat in a conditioning experiment, the sufferer
reacts as violently to a harmless stimulus as she would to a life-
threatening emergency."
I can't begin to tell you how vulnerable I was to the world, long
after I left home. The littlest thing would set me crying or make
me blush beet red. Some of my nightmares have most definitely been
traced to these daytime incidents.
7. "...prolonged stress also shrinks the hippocampus, a brain
structure that plays critical roles in processing and storing
information."
Hmm, is that why I had so many intrusive thoughts? I'm referring
to negative thoughts that have nothing whatsoever to do with the
current situation, but "drop in out of nowhere." I had lots of
them, but they were especially troublesome when I was a teenager.
I now consider them to be a waking state equivalent of repeating
nightmares. Either it was some repressed memory that would rise
like a cork to the top of consciousness when my guard was
down...as it is in sleep and when I'm relaxed. (Another reason not
to put my guard down...another reason for continued stress.) Or it
was a mental hiccup caused by a glitch in the neural pathways due
to the lack of appropriate chemicals.
8. "...the pituitary and adrenal glands flood the bloodstream with
epinephrine (adrenaline), norepinephrine and
cortisol...Norepinephrine is toxic to tissues...in particular the
heart...Continuous exposure to cortisol can dampen the immune
system, leaving stressed people more vulnerable to infections and
possibly even cancer."
I'm not particularly at risk for heart disease, and few people in
my family have had cancer. But the sort of environment my siblings
and I endured does make us likely candidates for post-traumatic
stress disorder. Although, for the life of me, I don't know how
you can call it "post" traumatic if the trauma is still going on!
There just doesn't seem to be an decent terminology to apply to
the nightmares of children who are concurrently suffering in the
waking world. Or to those of adults, either.
9. "Stress hormones can harm the brain, too, severing connections
among neurons...Genes and temperament make some kids (more)
vulnerable than others."
Genes are definitely a factor. They have built me a weaker
constitution than the average Joe. A sizable number of my blood
relatives have been diagnosed with mental disorders, and more
should be. I can be aware of and make allowances for this, but
there's nothing I can do to change it. Unless we figure out a way
to manipulate our genes while we're alive, the genetic
contribution is going to continue to be a unyielding fact.
For an individual with genetic vulnerability, a mental disorder
can be activated by certain life stress events. This is the
stress-diathesis model: triggering occurs because of the
interaction between experience (stress) and inborn predisposition
(diathesis). The system that manages the body's response to stress
is called the hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal (HPA) axis. Activate
the HPA axis too much, and you lay the groundwork for a particular
mental disorder Ð depression.
Biochemical depression stems from a deficiency of neurotransmitter
molecules, called norepinephrine, in certain brain circuits. The
molecules travel from one neuron, across a small gap, and are
attached to receptor molecules on the surface of the second
neuron. Anxiety causes neurons to discharge regularly and
continually. The excessive transmission of norepinephrine demands
excessive reception of norepinephrine when the molecules jump
neurons. Over time, a cell's ability to continually accept
molecules becomes exhausted. When repeatedly stressed, the HPA
axis is pushed too far.
The chronic sufferer, whose neurons are functioning inadequately,
is really stuck. He has no way to cure transmitter depletion, no
way to recover from the strain. Ever. The best coping measure, so
far, is prescription medication. But it must be taken every day.
There are some benefits to antidepressants. After patients are
treated with them, hostility and anxiety decrease in dreams.
Unfortunately, so does dream recall. Depressed dreamers tend to
remember fewer dreams than the average. Depressed dreamers on
antidepressants recall even less.
But suppose you have the opportunity to waylay nightmares induced
by chronic stress before it damages your brain. How would you do
that? Well, it's taken me twenty years to come to my conclusions,
and I did it through trial and error. The school of hard knocks is
something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. In addition to trying
to handle the depression, I had to concurrently battle its lesser
brother: anxiety.
I've concluded that to de-stabilize knee-jerk reactions to fear,
to update my unconscious with more mature automatic responses to
the fight-or-flight instinct, requires action. The techniques that
work are exactly what the Newsweek article mentioned: behavior
therapy, cognitive therapy and preventative medicine.
11. "...advances in science are showing (these techniques) can
reduce the hormones associated with anxiety and even affect brain
activity."
Behavior Therapy
Some researchers contend that dreaming is, by nature, a
psychological means of coping with significant events. However,
Titanic nightmares fail in that capacity. In extreme depression,
there is little "emotional work" in-dream and the ability to adapt
to unsettling life events is thereby compromised. Even normative
dreams of the depressed individual may only restate an issue or
have the dream ego wandering aimlessly thither and yon.
Increased intentionality will tend to produce active involvement
of the dream ego in controlling dream content. It converts the
dream ego from a helpless, hopeless victim to an active, questing
locus of control. Only a directed dream ego can adapt effectively
and resolve troublesome issues in-dream.
When he is lucid and flying in his dreams, researcher J. Allan
Hobson tells himself to flap his arms. By engaging in volition, he
starts a motor program. His theory is that he is engaging his
brain to call for chemical help and his brain stem responds by
sending up some norepinephrine. It's just enough to place him on
the edge between sleeping and waking. Lucidity is great Ð if you
have the strength to go lucid. But if there's one thing that
characterizes depression, it's *fatigue.* Most nights I don't have
the energy to recall dreams, let alone lucid ones.
Instead, the answer is Ð teach the nonlucid dream ego to move!
When my energy is up, I visualize new endings to old dreams,
practice facing fear in my imagination and incubate flying dreams.
The more familiar we are with a task while awake, the better its
execution during sleep. By practicing them in physical reality,
healthy attitudes and activities are made habitual. It's like
learning the maneuvers to drive a car. First, you must be
vigilant, and move all controls while you have the focused
attention of your conscious mind. Eventually, you can relax and
let your automatic nervous system take over.
The added bonus to behavior therapy is that dreams of succesful
achievements stimulate feelings of success in waking life, which
stimulate feelings of success in dreams, as part of a self-
affirming cycle.
Cognitive Therapy
Counterproductive beliefs that have been programmed by culture Ð
parental, educational and religious Ð require re-believing what
you have been taught to be true about yourself and the universe.
Silence the inner critics and thundering voices of false
conscience. Disable those notions that say you must surrender and
sacrifice, that claim you're a horrible sinner or humongous
egotist and that command you to save the world. You have the right
to stand up and say no to the authorities that have been embedded
in your mind. Have they ever walked in *your* shoes? I think not.
Tell them to take a hike.
If the consequences weren't so tragic, I'd have to laugh regarding
the psychoanalytic theory that all you have to do is acknowledge a
problem, talk about it and it'll go away. The dreamwork techniques
that "make space" for distress, emotions, thoughts or internal
experiences to express themselves are not for you. Leave talk
therapy to those who are experiencing minimal stress infrequently.
You've already got enough chronic distress to deal with, thank you
very much.
I wish every psychologist had to take course in human anatomy and
biochemistry. And keep up to date with medical breakthroughs, too.
It would save their clients so much time, money, pain and
suffering to be able to say, this is not psychological. Or, I
can't help you (I've actually had one psychologist say that to me.
But only one.) However, it takes vivid awareness and the guts to
admit one's profession might be using concepts and techniques that
are incomplete, out of date or just plain ineffective. Why are we
still listening to Jung and Freud? These old men created dream
theories and practices based on what we knew about human nature
last century! It's past time to update our knowledge. Not just for
ourselves. The next generation depends on it.
Intense dream problems require intense solutions. Titanic dream
wrestling is not for wimps or those people who refuse to move out
of their comfort zones. Chronic sufferers need something with real
muscles. Mental affirmations alone won't do.
In my own case, I confronted fear in lucid dreams (standing up to
dream characters) and in the waking state (taking flying lessons
in a Piper Tomahawk). I divorced my parents (if it were possible,
I'd have done it legally; instead, I had to do it symbolically). I
left the religion of my youth. Because my ideas about the universe
changed, my behavior changed. Because I practiced the changed
behavior to make it habitual, instances of paranoia and false
guilt went down dramatically. I woke up one morning and the
"yuckiness" that had been with me all my life was suddenly gone. I
didn't even know I had it, until it went away.
When I started to take medication, yet another layer of fog
lifted. For me, it's not a case of paying attention to either
physiology or psychology. It's both.
11. "The best remedy may be to turn off the TV set, venture into
the world and come home alive to remember it."
Emotions are body and brain based! You need to energize your body
to shift away from the disaster channel that's running in your
head. After the Loma Prieta earthquake, I went on the bridge walk
with hundreds of other people. While traffic was at a standstill,
I walked to the location where the San Francisco-Oakland Bay
Bridge had separated in two and looked directly down into the
water between the collapsed chunks of highway. Fears have to be
faced. There's no other way.
But this is just a first step in a long journey towards health.
There's also Ð accurate diagnosis, effective treatment,
preventative measures against recurrence, discovery of what went
missing while you had to spend time battling the problem and
enhancement beyond the survival level of dreaming. Start today.
Get out of bed and go live life.
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A VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE
Jean Campbell
1. The View, with Kathy Turner
2. Welcome Home, Dave : Picture Essays on Iraq
with Jodine Grundy
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View from the Bridge
Jean (the Moderator) has been electronically incapacitated by both
Hurricane Isabel (in the US) and by her electricity company who
dug up her power lines while trying to fix Isabel's damage, so she
can't do this review. So I offered to do it, thinking it'd be
easy: not much has happened on the Bridge this month, I thought.
WRONG. The World Dreams Peace Bridge has been spinning at a
great pace.
We started the month with a DaFuMu (Dream of Great Fortune). Our
aim was to hold hands around the world for peace. Here is Ralf's
dream:
I'm outside at a lake. I walk on a bridge, leading into the water
(gangplank?). It is a beautiful day with blue skies, some white
clouds. I somehow know, that my task is to stop the clouds, at
least to see it that way. I look up and focus my intention. I get
into a calm state. The clouds do stop! In that moment I loose the
feeling of having a body and feel lifted. It feels like being
everything, like dissolving into space. I'm filled with
tranquility, peace, strength. A delicious state, lasting the
twinkling of an eye. Like so often, I think, I fear losing
myself. And I know, that there are higher clouds, I am to bring to
halt. Alarm goes off. I awake in WPR. Still filled with the
sweet memory of a peaceful state.
Nick started a collection of sayings from "The Voice": that voice
that speaks with such authority in dreams. So far The Voice has
said in its tender ironic manner:
VALLEY
Not all butterflies make it to Mexico
VALLEY
There is a new star on the horizon that has never been seen before
NICK
Elvis Dreams of Peace
JEAN
Teachers are not piranhas; they are dreamers.
JEAN
May the life of the sweeper change the width of the broom.
Victoria alerted us to the International Day of Peace on 21st
September and many of us lit candles as a reminder of peace. As
Chayim so beautifully put it: I just had a vision of at least 1
person in every country in the world and at the same time lighting
a candle in the name of peace.
Jeremy, while in the US delivered a letter by hand, asking the US
to move with care and with peace in relation to Korea. Look at
what one man on a mission can achieve:
Upon arriving at Dulles Airport I called Colman McCarthy an
elderly journalist who runs the Institute for Teaching Peace in
D.C. and made his acquaintance. He told me how to reach the US
Senate, and so I went directly there, passing the Capitol
Building, with a stop for color Xerox copies of posters, and with
backpack and all went through security at the Russell office
building and up to room 450 to the office of the Senate Foreign
Relations Committee. Chairman Senator Richard Lugar was out for a
while, but his lovely secretary stood up and greeted me warmly and
graciously received several posters of the Korean Children's Peace
Train, including one of a child screaming in front of a nuclear
holocaust, and two sets of letters, one about the Peace Train
world activities and one about the Korean children's dire
situation. All the staff came out to see these, and also because I
graduated from Indiana University law school and Chairman Lugar
represents Indiana I'm fairly sure the information and extra
copies for other committee members will get to him.
The next day I called Colman and he invited me to a peace
education lecture he was giving at Wilson High School in D.C. near
my hotel. He showed a film on the military industrial complex and
how our tax dollars go to finance wars around the world, to the
detriment of the average citizen especially the poor, not only in
the US but all over the world where people must pay their tax
dollars to buy US weapons. He gave me some informative materials,
and then sent me down to the US Institute of Peace, an independent
but government financed think-lab, and influential. I met the
Public Affairs Officer and immediately made friends with her. I
gave her copies of about 14 posters and she said she would display
them during a presentation they will be giving young people about
child soldiers next week at that Institute which is in downtown
DC.
Here is the beginning of Jeremy's letter:
Dear President Bush,
A great many children, including Americans would surely die if
North Korea ignited its "Sea of Fire," biological, chemical and
conventional weapons, currently aimed at Seoul.
I don't agree with the kind of regime the Northerners have, but I
do know that we can draw out the worst in people, or we can draw
out the best, depending on our words and actions, our behavior
towards them. We can encourage an affirmative moment by moment
change in others, or else we can alienate them, wandering down the
road to conflict.
We had another DaFuMu later in the month, trying to encourage
Hurricane Isabel to go gently on the lives of all in her path.
Here is Liz's dream:
I was in our house near the ocean, my two boys and I there. We
were preparing for the storm, we knew it was on its way. Sun out.
Large windows looking over the shore, waves large. I see people
on horses out in the waves. I wonder what they are doing out
there. Some people had children on the horses. The were jumping
the waves. One little boy I see clearly with his mother. He was
not straddled on the horse but hanging on to the horse's neck with
one arm, looking frightened and telling his mother to take him to
shore. He was wearing cowboy boots (so I felt I was in Texas near
the shore somewhere). I can see the people on horses way out into
the ocean 'playing' in the waves too. I see the horses almost
being pushed over and the riders trying to steady them. I
wondered how I can see them standing on ground but the waves not
over their heads (as one would think large waves like in Hawaii).
But still enough to push them around a bit.
And in the midst of all this we have been battling hurricanes,
preparing for Peace Conferences in Turkey (Ilkin and Jeremy);
traveling in Australia (Victoria); attending the Psiber Dreaming
Conference and very importantly welcoming home a son from Iraq.
That's September.
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Part 2 : Welcome Home, Dave : Picture Essays on Iraq
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The World Dream Peace Bridge continues to dream the dream onward
in community based action and alliance. This month, a member's
son, returning from Iraq is bringing back a picture show that you
won't see on TV.
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Dear Dream Friends,
I want to share this news with all of you and invite you to join
us in spirit at our welcome home party for my son David. It is a
long and difficult journey home psychologically and spiritually.
War is hell and it is corrosive to all human beings who are
involved in it, even those who are there to heal. David feels
some "survivor guilt" since he was able to come home but so many
other fellow soldiers and medical personnel are still there with
renewed orders stretching into March 2004.
Though I know most of you will not be surprised to hear this
testimony David has been speaking almost none stop since
returning home of how wrong this war is, how the American people
have been robbed by this administration, and that our worst fears
about the venal nature of the enterprise, namely, that it is all
about making certain interests very wealthy, is true. He feels a
great deal of rage about that and is trying to channel it into
effective political action.
You may all be interested to know that while he was serving as an
Emergency Room doctor in Kuwait many injured soldiers who came
for treatment at the hospital brought pictures from "up country"
in Iraq. He was entrusted with many, many photos which he has
brought home. They are horrific, tender, beautiful, desolate,
playful, stark, heartrending. They are what the soldiers who took
them saw and experienced. These photos were pooled and brought by
various carriers to the hospital and Dave and others put them on
their computers. Since he came home with these photos he has shown
them to our family and a few others. It takes several hours to
see them as there are about 1400 photos so far. They are what CNN
does not show.
I would like you all to know that David has decided that he is
responsible to bring these photos forward and show them to the
public. He and his brother have an artist's studio in a very
large building that houses many artist studios. On October 3 and
4 there will be an open gallery tour. He is setting this as a
target date to mount a very special exhibit of a select number of
these photos of the war. It is really true: a picture is worth a
thousand words. I don't know whether there will be a way to share
this experience more broadly, but we'll let you know whether the
show may travel or have an online venue. He feels strongly that
the American public needs to really see and feel what is
happening and work to end this war. This is his action to help.
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Subject: Welcome Home Dr. Dave
Dear Family and Friends,
The welcome home banner speaks for itself:
http://www.improverse.com/welcome_home.htm
we welcome Dave home from the war in Iraq!
He arrived home in Cincinnati yesterday. We are grateful. Join us
in giving thanks for his safe return home and keep all those
still caught in the war, both our American soldiers and the Iraqi
people in prayers.
Please join us in spirit at the welcome home party . If you
would like to send an email David_Grundy@yahoo.com we will
share them at the party.
Love from Jody & Terry
Lea & Chris & Aidan & Simon
Paul & Heidi
Dave & Joanne
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Nightmares Resources Online
Richard Wilkerson
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The Free - National Nightmare Hotline 1-866-DRMS-911
The Nightmare number allows you to call up and get a free,
qualified listener who will contact you about your nightmares.
Highest praise for
http://www.cyberdreamwork.com/hotlinev.html
This hotline, is NOT a counseling line. However, if desired, a
dreamer can be referred to a counselor after discussing their
nightmare(s). You can help in several ways:
NIGHTMARE HOTLINE BUTTONS
Put a button on your website. You can download the button and link
it to www.cyberdreamwork.com/nat.nightmarehotline.html
Recommended Reading on Nightmares
ASD Nightmare FAQ - Common Questions
http://www.asdreams.org/subidxedunightmares.htm
[Scheduled for updating by the Education Committee]
Guidelines for coping with Nightmares after Trauma. Patricia
Garfield, Ph.D.
http://www.patriciagarfield.com/idx_library_nightmare_guidelines.h
tm
And see the types of Nightmares in Patricia Garfield's Universal
Dream Key types. http://www.patriciagarfield.com
Article: Nightmare Remedies: Helping Your Children Tame The
Demons of the Night. Alan Siegel, Ph.D. and Kelly Bulkeley, Ph.
D.
http://www.asdreams.org/magazine/articles/seigel98dreamcatching.ht
m
Article: Nightmares and What to Do About Them. Patricia Garfield,
Ph.D.
http://www.patriciagarfield.com/idx_library_childs.htm
Article: Nightmares? Bad Dreams? Lucky You! D.R.E.A.M.S.
Foundation
http://www.crhsc.umontreal.ca/dreamsfoundation/nightmr1.htm
Article: American Dreans: Nightmares and what to do about them.
AARP Modern Maturity.
http://www.modernmaturity.org/departments/2002/issues/0510_issues_
a.html
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A Mini-Course for Clinicians and Trauma Workers on Posttraumatic
Nightmares. Alan Siegel, Ph.D.
http://www.asdreams.org/magazine/articles/seigel_nightmares.htm
And see Alan Siegel's site http://www.dreamwisdom.info
Article: The Relationship of Dream Content and Changes in Daytime
Mood in Traumatized Vs. Non-Traumatized Children Raija-Leena
Punamäki
http://www.asdreams.org/journal/articles/pukamamaki9-4.htm
Article: Freud and Jung on Nightmares. Tore Nielsen, Ph.D.Article:
http://www.crhsc.umontreal.ca/dreams/znm.htm
Overcoming Nightmares. Stephen LaBerge and Howard. Rheingold
http://www.lucidity.com/EWLD10.txt
Article: Dreams of Terror, Dreams of Healing. Robert Moss
Article: Dream Work & Collective Trauma - Unconscious Elements In
Public Debate. Jeremy Taylor
http://members.telocity.com/rcw666/ed-
articles/jeremy_taylor_2001_decl_collective_trauma.htm
Article: Working with Your Nightmares. Strephon Kaplan-Williams
http://dreamgate.com/skw/nightmares.htm
Nightmares - An Introduction. Richard Catlett Wilkerson
1998 http://tinyurl.com/opfa
1999 http://tinyurl.com/opfj
Becoming Nightmare, the Rhizomatics of Dreaming. Electric Dreams
7(10). Wilkerson, Richard Catlett (2000 Oct).
http://tinyurl.com/opfm
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The Waves: 06. Journey to the Lucid Crossroads
Magnetic Moon (July 26 to August 22, 2003)
© 2003 Nick Cumbo
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The Waves is a newsletter reporting on the explorations of the Sea
Life community. Sea Life, the main web forum at Dreampeace, aims
to bring together a circle of dreamers from around the globe,
collaborating in mutual dreaming adventures, and 'dreaming with
and for the earth itself'
Link: http://www.dreamofpeace.net/sealife
This moon, the people at Sea Life, took a journey to a mutual
dreamspace known as the Lucid Crossroads. The Lucid Crossroads,
was originally created, by Russell (Pantalimon), a dreamer from
the UK, using 3-dimensional graphics, to form the basis of a
meeting place for dreamers from around the world.
Link: http://crossroads.dreamofpeace.net/
Complete with some groovy looking couches, two receptionists by
the names of Clem and Glad, an 'Am I Dreaming?' sign, and even a
guest book, the Lucid Crossroads is also a place for the 'dream
traveller to reflect before choosing a new dream via the dream
doors'. Set in a calm, tranquil, desert landscape, it's a great
hub for dreamers to meet at, and accessible by a large variety of
vehicles. Dreamers can even visit by hot-air balloon!
When Pantalimon, decided that "Sea Life, with its emphasis on
mutual dreaming and the 13 Moon Calendar" would become the
homebase for the Lucid Crossroads, I suggested that the Lucid
Crossroads project would also become an annual event for the
dreamers at Sea Life. The mutual benefits of collaboration, were
immediate, with greatly increased visitors to both communities.
During the project, many of the dreamers at Sea Life reported
spontaneous dreams of travelling to the Crossroads in their sleep,
though there were a large number of conscious attempts to visit
too. A particularly interesting part of the project revolved
around determining whether a visit to the crossroads were merely a
creation of one's subconscious mind, or whether the Lucid
Crossroads existed on the astral planes. Timeless Soul's dream
gave us some interesting insight, into the phenomenon.
A few years ago, Timeless_Soul had created a ring called
DreamWeaver, to give him good dream recall, and greater stability
in lucid dreams. "My brother and I made it by thinking 'if the
dream is done by belief, than if we create items that make us do
certain things, it will be easier to do things in a lucid dream.
Ie. fly, transform, shared dreaming etc.' We made a few items in
our mind and I went looking for dreamweaver, but never found it.
For two years I never thought of it again"
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QUESTIONS ANSWERED
I am standing in what feels like an alcove in a wall or in front
of a big throne. The walls are stone. In front of me I can see a
rather large room, with columns that raise to the roof. They rise
into darkness. There are people standing in a semi circle maybe 10
meters away. Standing forward from the group is a man wearing rich
blue clothes. He steps forward & has a very big smile on his face.
"Hello Richard". Somewhat confused and rather amazed I say
"Hello
." He walks up to me. " I have something for you Richard".
He opens his hand and produces a ring. "Remember this". My eyes
burn with joy "DreamWeaver!". He laughs. He takes my right hand
and puts it on my finger. I don't bother trying to control my
emotions. My view changes to further away and I can see myself
standing in the alcove. I yell "YES!" the world shakes and a blue
energy wave shoots out from me. The man in blue steps back but is
not really affected. The others, the spectators, fall over when
the beam hits them. My view returns.
The man in blue laughs "your strength and power increases greatly
with DreamWeaver, be careful". I nod. He looks at me and says
"don't go yet Richard, you have questions don't you" I nod again
and feel as if I am In the little alcove for a reason and it would
be out of place for me to step out. I speak
"Is shared dreaming/mutual dreaming possible?" The man laughs "of
course, you have had one too" I nod "OK. Places like the
crossroads, how are they created; in the astral world, or are they
just in our minds?" He doesn't even hesitate with the answer "If
they are created for the purpose of mutual dreaming, than, even
subconsciously, they are created in the astral world and people
can go there. Your world, Richard, even though you have thought it
doesn't, exists, and a few people have already gone." I smile &
think, then say "thank you". He nods. "But who are you?", to which
he replies, "You need not worry, we will meet again". I smile and
wake.
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What made the experience even more interesting, is that the same
night, he also had an experience of meeting another dreamer at the
forum, waterstarrainbow (Alana). Waterstarrainbow is a close
personal friend, and when Timeless_Soul described the conversation
he'd had with her, I couldn't help but laugh. It sure sounded, a
lot like her, especially his mention of her earrings; which are
certainly a recognisable element of her appearance at times.
Other dreamers seemed to pick up on the nature of the Lucid
Crossroads being 'under development'. MeKenzie (DM7) reported her
experience of meeting the receptionist Glad, who told her that the
crossroads weren't yet completed. Soon after, MeKenzie, passed
through one of the 'dream doors', and found herself in 'wizard
school'.
Similarly, EynKiora's dream indicated slight alterations to the
design, including the appearance of three 'large, black ladies' as
the receptionists. When EynKiora asked what had happened to Clem
and Glad, one of them replied that "they've been released". As it
turned out, at the time, Pantalimon was in the process of
restyling the receptionists, building Clem's features from photos
of an afro carribean male.
One of the other fascinating stories, came from CCHawk, a member
of the 'Universal Wheel' dream team:
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THE
CROSSROADS
Upon realizing I'm dreaming I rub my hands and everything gets
moderately clearer... I'm about mid to mid/high in lucidity at
this point. I think about what I want to do and easily think of
the crossroads. I take another look in the mirror, and it now
looks like an aquarium... and many fish are swimming about inside.
I think of Sea Life, and even out loud say, "Sea Life...". The
fish get startled and start scurrying around, I notice they
assemble themselves to spell something. It reads, "Is There More".
I am puzzled as to what it means.
I get back on track and remember the crossroads, and start
wondering how I'm gonna get there. I look at my bathroom door and
imagine the crossroads being behind it. I open it to see a long
hallway in front of me... and all the walls, floor and ceiling are
black and white checkered, like a chess board.
I am not satisfied, because this is not the crossroads... and
close the door. I try imagining once again and open the door. This
time there is another door directly behind it, and I open it too.
As soon as it's opened, my vision seems to fade and I feel like
I'm going to wake up... but soon enough, things start fading back
in. When the dream comes back into focus, I happily find myself to
now be right in the middle of the crossroads. I'm standing right
in front of the couches, and like the website, notice blue
cushions on them and the floating table... but the table seems to
be made of steirofoam or something. I look around and notice that
there's no doors around the crossroads, but the well is there. The
receptionists are missing as well. I feel the heat of the sun on
my neck, and look up to see a bright sun above, but no balloons
floating.
I look back at the crossroads themselves, and feel totally aware
at this point... I am at high lucidity. I notice the piece of
paper on the floating table and that there is something written on
it in green writing. I run up and read what it says; here's what I
see:
I hope and want you to come see this, friend. (Some weird words
here...)
(A sentence I can't make out.)
Soon enough, we will be here at one time.
From,
Valter
I smile knowing that this message was from Valter (Strawin). I
hear something behind me up in the sky; it sounds like a chinese
gong or something. When I turn around and look up, all I see is
the sun like before. The brightness of the sun is blinding, and it
easily causes me to wake up.
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CCHawk was overjoyed with the dream, and expressed some further
amazement at the message given by the fish in the aquarium.
Meanwhile, some powerful tingles rushed through my head, as I read
this latest account from CCHawk.
I was pretty stunned. Only hours before, I'd come online to
discover the message, I'd had a dream involving the very same two
members, CCHawk and Valter (Strawin)! Both happen to be part of
the 'Universal Wheel' dream team. In my dream, CCHawk had written
a letter to Valter (Strawin); part of it speaking about how he
happy he was to be part of a team. It seemed, in my dream, I'd
picked up on his letter of reply.
The 'Lucid Crossroads' project will continue to be a big part of
the Sea Life forum, especially with new plans from Pantalimon, to
build a 'Sea Life' area into the design of the crossroads. What's
great is that teams can also use the Lucid Crossroads throughout
the year, as the basis of smaller projects run exclusively within
a single team.
In Pantalimon's words, "If someone is aways trying to get there
that means that someone is constantly attempting to construct the
place in their mind. As the months and years go by this "must"
strengthen the stability and "realness" of the Crossroads, and the
intense dreaming by the groups on this forum will accelerate that
four fold"
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Stay tuned next moon for the results of our 'Journey to
Antarctica'. We welcome new dreamers to join us in our adventures.
Email: explora@dreamofpeace.net
Forum: http://www.dreamofpeace.net/sealife
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Dream: Going Upstairs
by Stan Kulikowski
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DATE : 26 sep 2003 05:06
DREAM : going upstairs
=( i have been somewhat preoccupied by teaching the multimedia
course this term. there was no curriculum material for the
course, not even a textbook. i was only assigned it five days
before semester started, so i have to create it as we meet, and it
has the unfortunate time schedule of three 50 minute sessions each
week. too short to really dig into any topic, rather like high
school than university work. we are now finishing the audio
portions of the course and i started last night with nothing
prepared for tomorrow. fortunately, i seem familiar enough with
computer multimedia that when i just played with my equipment i
came up with a short demonstration project that involves sound
bytes from radio programs of 1938 and 1948. i hope this will work
out in class tomorrow as i intend. after preparing this material,
i still had to debug a javascript windowing web page in mozilla
for the programming course i also have tomorrow. i got to bed
around 01:00 but could not get to sleep for an hour. )=
in this very building where we now sit, there used to be a special
club in the penthouse on the 49th floor. at that time this was
the tallest skyscraper in town. the ground floor was a normal bar
where a small band with a lounge singer would entertain every
evening, but all the very best gentlemen would come here, dressed
in their finest evening clothes in hope of being selected for
going upstairs.
the upstairs club featured exotic dancers. the finest young women
would practice and perfect their seductive performances under the
skylights open to the stars. the upstairs club was totally owned
by the strippers themselves, and it was held in trust by their
professional association for their own relaxation and
entertainment. since their usual places of employment tended to
degraded and forced merriment, dirty money and cheap liquor sold
dear, their off duty establishment was designed as a respite of
art and sympathy.
several of the off-duty dancers volunteered as gatekeepers on the
express elevator which only rose to that penthouse. these angels
would patrol the ground floor, selecting which gentlemen (or
sometimes ladies) they wanted to conduct upstairs where only the
finest champagne was served, and that was freely given. once
taken upstairs, you stayed until dawn, coming down in worn
delirium hardly able to speak or even remember the intense
delights lavished on you under the starlight.
i know this because once, many years ago when this club still
operated, i had wandered into this place on a christmas eve, more
by accident than design. i had been down on my luck, a really low
period in my life. for a long time i had been enduring life,
rather than enjoying it. i was spending the holidays alone in a
cold and strange city.
just that once, most unexpectedly, i was selected for going
upstairs. perhaps the gatekeepers recognized in me something that
i did not see myself, but for whatever reason, they took me by the
hand and led me into their kindness. washed me with desire in a
way that changed me from that time until this.
now days there is a library in the penthouse establishment, a
dusty place of knowledge and quiet contemplation. few even
remember that once this sanctum of books and learning was the
center of the universe for those of us transformed by the mercies
of tenderness that went on there.
=( awake at 04:45. i am eager to start the day, but it is too
early for me to get up. this dream of being taken upstairs seems
familiar to me, like i have dreamt it before. i suppose that is
because it takes the form of a memory of a prior time. i doubt i
actually have another penthouse stripper club in my dream
journals. the dream itself takes place solely in the lower bar, a
run down place where i just sit contemplating the past experience.
now, i am somewhat disappointed that i do not really recall what
went on (or came off) upstairs, just the feeling of anticipation
on being conducted to the elevator by the captivating angels
patrolling the ground floor, and then the sense of exhausted
satisfaction when being released the next morning. being caught
up into the seventh heaven, it is said that it is unlawful to
speak of mountain top experiences or even remember them it seems.
i feel somewhat like marcel proust and his macaroon, relishing the
experience rather than actually eating it. )=
. i lift my glass to the awful truth
=== that you can't reveal to the ears of youth
| | -- l cohen (1972) closing time
--- stankuli@etherways.com
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** DREAMS ** DREAMS ** DREAMS ** DREAMS ** DREAMS ** DREAMS
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Our dream editor is on vacation, so I have just added a few
dreams here from the dream flow. If your dream didn't get in,
please resend your dream into the flow at
http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/temple
-Richard
dream_title: The Back, Back, Back Yard
dream_date: 4/18/2003
dreamer_name: dreambat
dream_text: My mother had died and the garden in the back, back,
back yard is gone as well. At first I am alone in that back yard
which touches the alley. There is a lot of stuff here in the empty
garden, including a bed. I think to myself what a nice thing it is
to have a bed here, what a lovely view. But then I become
concerned about how the bed will fare in bad weather.
A man comes along I see in the dream as a vagrant, and I am
concerned he will stop and spoil the bed as well.
I notice the large bone-charcoal pieces, some a quarter the size
of the garden itself. they are what is left of the dead garden. I
am very sad that this is the only land left in my family. My wife,
Sierra, and I discuss moving the house out here for the view. But
the view isn't a nice as it was. We see from the now very large
charcoal hill many paths and streets below and many people busily
going about their business. I tell Sierra, "When I was young, one
could work all day in the garden without a person coming by."
Then I am with my grandmother Lenna and the charcoal hill we
are on is the remains of my dead mother. We discuss how we are
going to mourn her and what to do with the yard and remains.
Upon waking I feel the scene quite gruesome, but there wasn't any
of this in the dream itself.
dream_comments: I worked as a child for my grandmother in her
large garden. I always thought of it as labor and toil, though I
recognized she loved ever minute of the work. The garden was
separated and behind the back yard, and even behind an in-between
back yard.
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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 23:22:04 -0700
dream_title: Singing to the Whales
dreamer_name: Michael M
dream_text:
I have gone down the stairs into the basement. It is fairly dark.
There are only one or two lights on. I notice that there are many
other lights, but that they need new bulbs. Back by the stairs, I
see a shelf that has boxes of bulbs. These are very special bulbs-
-shaped cylindrically at top and bottom with a larger radius bulge
in the middle. I get some and begin to change out bulbs. I can
reach them by standing on tip toe. The room gets lighter and I can
see more of it. There is a large furnace at one end toward the
back-center and I go around it and change a bulb in the corner so
that light even gets there. I go back across to a workbench area
and see a two by four that goes above the top of the bench on the
wall. I think that would be a good place to install more lights.
Directly above me I see a bulb that's out and screw it out of the
socket. Someone had screwed it into a broken light bulb which was
still in the socket. I take the glass in my hands and unscrew this
one. It comes out, but the two wires are hanging there loose. I
worry that they'll come in contact. I somehow get them out. I take
them over to a table and set them down. They still accidentally
come close to contact. I set them on a wet cloth which worries me
a little. I think Matt (my oldest son in waking life) is good with
electrical stuff and he can fix it now. I am pretty happy with the
basement now. At this point I realize the basement is my
unconscious and that I have brought some of it into consciousness.
I then become aware that there are other rooms that lead off of
here. One leads on outside I think. It is by the workbench. I can
just see outside in spaces between boards. Another is in the rear
of the room. I think these must be where my unconscious is. I open
the door in the back of the room. It is dark and looks just like
the coal room in my house in Bloomington. (I lived there as a
youth in Illinois in waking life). I can see a mound of dirt to my
right (actually was there in waking life). It goes upward all the
way to the wall. It is very dark over there. At the top is a
rectangular window. To the left of the window I can see a dark
green water heater. A man is leaning in the window and is going to
light it. I'm afraid it might blow up. I wonder what someone is
doing in my house. He says he belongs there, that he is not from
outside. I hide behind the door for a moment, but it doesn't blow
up. When I look again the man is gone and the window (which was
empty before) now has an opaque, wavy pane in it. I think its
religion the way I knew it before. A loud NO! comes into my head.
I throw a roll of toilet paper at the window, but it just bounces
off. As I watch, the window shatters and a white dog/wolf breaks
through and runs down to me. He has short curly white hair that is
very soft. I am on my knees. I hug and kiss the dog/wolf. Then I
see a grey cat come through the window. It comes down beside me
also and walks in front of me. I see a nipple on a long strand on
its right side and think I should suck on it. I am not sure that
would be right and worry about thinking this. The cat lies down
and I am impressed that it gets along with the dog. I look up at
the window again and can now see stars. As I look, and am still
holding the dog, I feel that I need to sing to the whales. My
singing is very important for whale marriage and I am somehow
connected to them by the stars. The stars are very unusual. They
are large and moving. I sing and feel very close to the whales. I
also feel that the whales are waiting for us to sing to them. I
feel that this is essential to allowing a spiritual marriage
between our species to take place.
dream_comments: Whale dreams are one of my dream motifs. I have
more than 30 of them. I have a number of categories of motif
dreams, but if there were such a thing as "number" motif dreams,
those would be far and away the largest category of all for me.
The "Singing to the Whales" dream is one of 3 "big dreams" in my
life and led to a whole series of quite amazing synchronicities.
For example, I have found that the connection between whales and
stars is archetypal and is known to native peoples!
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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 23:22:51 -0700
"Lucid Near Heaven" - April 28, 2003
I am aware that I am dreaming (Lucid). There is a group of people
next to me and I ask them if they want to go with me to heaven. I
have everyone hold hands, some on my left and some on my right.
There is a young boy on my right and I hold his hand. It is Robert
(my recently deceased brother). I inform everyone that the journey
will not be easy. It will get very cold at times but I will ask to
make it warm. We leave and we are flying high over cities. Some
people drop off on the way because they don't want to take the
journey. I stop and there are only 3 of us left, a woman on my
left and the little boy on my right. I look back and the boy is
resting and crying, he says he can't make it, it is very cold yet
he really wants to go to heaven yet he seems scared. I told him
that he can make it, I am very calm but I have to keep telling
myself that I am dreaming so that I don't loose flight. Then I
take the little boy's hand (the woman is now gone on my left) and
we take off again, I am concentrating to make it warm. Ahead I see
a beautiful white city with a glow of the sun. I look to my left
and a fish which is 10 times our size is slowly coming upon us and
is looking at us as if to say, I am watching over you and I guard
heaven. The fish is outlined in black with black eyes and scales,
the rest of the body is white. I think to myself, WOW wait until I
tell people about this awesome dream. Elizlyn@aol.com
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Message: 3
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 23:18:04 -0700
dream_title: Hands
dream_date: 07/23/03
dreamer_name: Phoenix
dream_text: About 3:00 am I woke up but before I opened my eyes I
saw many color astrological signs coming towards me. A little
window opened up in the middle and it had pictures of many
fingered dark hands.
dream_comments: This dream was very, very vivid
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Message: 4
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 09:08:16 -0700
dream_title: DNA
dream_date: Monday, November 19, 2001
dreamer_name: rannva
dream_text: I am in a room or situation and all of a sudden I am
flying or falling in a reality where I can see a DNA double helix.
The helix is flattened out and it has the shape of a Moebus strip.
It is immense and I am very small compared to this structure or
phenomenon. I am floating in this space around the information of
DNA. I can see the codes for A, T, G, and C imprinted on the
strips. This is an extremely profound moment for me. I am
surrounded by this wealth of information and am not sure what it
means to me and what I should do with it. As I approach the edge
of the strip and grab hold of it. I see numbers on the white
background. I hold on to the part where the number is something
between 15-19. I see it very clearly. The strip stretches out a
little as I tug on it as if to anchor myself in this nothingness.
I look down below me and this information strip continues and
moves around far beneath me and there is nothing else in this
space. Only this information. I feel as if I have entered a secret
space in reality, a hidden place, and I wonder what I should do
with it. It is both frightening and fascinating and I am nearly
aware that I am dreaming. I wake up, check that I am awake, but I
have trouble staying awake. I drift back into this reality for a
while until I force myself to wake up.
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Message: 5
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 23:23:29 -0700
dream_title: me and my boyfreind
dream_date: 7-20-03
dreamer_name: bob
dream_text: i had this dream that my boyfreind and i broke up. in
real life everything between us is going fine. but in my dream he
broke up with me and kissed me goodbye. i dont get what this
means!!!???
dream_comments: please help me! can you tell me what this dream
means?
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"Lucid Near Heaven" - April 28, 2003
I am aware that I am dreaming (Lucid). There is a group of people
next to me and I ask them if they want to go with me to heaven. I
have everyone hold hands, some on my left and some on my right.
There is a young boy on my right and I hold his hand. It is Robert
(my recently deceased brother). I inform everyone that the journey
will not be easy. It will get very cold at times but I will ask to
make it warm. We leave and we are flying high over cities. Some
people drop off on the way because they don't want to take the
journey. I stop and there are only 3 of us left, a woman on my
left and the little boy on my right. I look back and the boy is
resting and crying, he says he can't make it, it is very cold yet
he really wants to go to heaven yet he seems scared. I told him
that he can make it, I am very calm but I have to keep telling
myself that I am dreaming so that I don't loose flight. Then I
take the little boy's hand (the woman is now gone on my left) and
we take off again, I am concentrating to make it warm. Ahead I see
a beautiful white city with a glow of the sun. I look to my left
and a fish which is 10 times our size is slowly coming upon us and
is looking at us as if to say, I am watching over you and I guard
heaven. The fish is outlined in black with black eyes and scales,
the rest of the body is white. I think to myself, WOW wait until I
tell people about this awesome dream. Elizlyn
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Message: 1
Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2003 16:13:21 -0700
dream_title: remember everything.. remember my brother
dream_date: 08/31/03
dreamer_name: Lisa
dream_text: i had a dream about holding a dead baby.. i remember
there was a song playing in the background, yet, there was nothing
in the room i was in when i awoke.
i could feel the baby's weight and her limp body. it felt so
real. i started to cry in my dream and i awoke crying..
i kept telling myself in my dream the baby was my brother.. but
i'm not sure now
dream_comments: i dont know what the 'dead-baby' dream meant.. but
i know why it made me cry.. a couple of years ago i had a
stillbirth and my baby was nine months old.. when i held the baby
in my dreams .. it felt like my baby who died.. a couple of years
later after my baby died.. my brother died.. i dont know if
theres a connection.
thank you lisa3106
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 10:21:59 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 1 - The Mustard Alligators
I am going somewhere on foot on a (20 feet) wide charcoal road.
On my left is undeveloped barren land . Some wild grass is
sprouting sporadically on the road side. On my right are 3
cemented steps shrouded in foliage and leading perhaps to a closed
shop.
I see a shallow drain trench running diagonally across the road .
And lying along length of trench are 4 (2 pairs ) of gigantic 15
ft mustard alligators .
Each female is tilted sideways half in, half out of trench,
mounted by a male
But they appeared totally static and benign like large furry rocks
that haven¡¦t moved in ages. I looked into the eyes of of the
males closest to me and I saw understanding and affection. So I
dared cross the alligators, only to find another diagonal trench
occupied by 3 more pairs. I felt imprisoned in the triangel they
formed around me.
It dawned on me that I was in middle of nowhere . I looked towards
the road side to circumvent the beasts . But I was not sure that
strategy would work.
Note: The estimates regarding the width of the road and the
length of the alligators was made by me after I woke up.
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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 11:10:31 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 4 - The Baroque Palace
We live in a very large, highly ornate double-storied palace.
There are guests in the house and all the rooms are full.
The guide shows a short modestly dressed gentleman into the guest
chamber on the first floor which is also the largest room in the
house. But another modestly dressed gentleman is already occupying
the room. He is even shorter.
The visitor erroneously assumes that the man already in the room
is a servant. He starts thanking the guide profusely for showing
him to the palatial suite.
When the guide's body language finally elicits the reality on the
new arrival, he exclaims theatrically in a vain effort to imbibe
the new information in stride.
( What follows is a lucid Dream )
I think about the size of the room and wonder whether it would
have been better to bisect it with a large partition and to have
run a corridor to the back room along the side wall of the front
room.
I also wonder how large one could make a room because finally the
weight of beams would exceed their load carrying capacity!
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 11:39:11 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 6 - The Hospital Visit
A short, middle-aged, country woman with curly black hair takes
me to a local hospital. I am introduced there to a male doctor
in a white coat in his small office. He stands up to shake my
hand.
The doctor settles in his seat behind the small Rexene covered
table. My escort and I sit facing him on a wooden bench. His
short middle-aged nurse also having curly black hair is standing
before me to the right.
She extracts a labeled medicine bottle out of a cabinet to her
right and gestures to him to read out the patient's name to her.
The doctor reads the the name aloud. She departs through door-less
doorway into the larger unlit adjacent room. And walks straight
out of the next door-less doorway into a yellow-walled sun-lit
hallway. She turns left to expose a small window with the
afternoon sun pouring in.
I ask the doctor whether he thought her could harm patients. The
doctor dismisses my apprehensions by saying that it was a
difficult name that she had requested read out.
Meanwhile my escort is staring at me with intense hatred. I ask
her whether she does not like what I said. She relaxes and
replies that it was just that her divource was going to be
finalized in the near term.
I apologized and thanked the doctor for his courtesy. He
appeared pleased that I had apologized.
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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 22:00:35 -0700
Subject: tornados
dreamer_name: anonymous
dream_text: Driving with my dad to get gas upon a storm with
tornados every where, stopping at a store to fill up but only
putting the wrong gas and in the site of a tornado and a little
young man appears asking me question and feeling a little fearful
of what he might do, the sun shines down only on me and no where
else later the young man disappears then my dad returns and we
leave on our way.
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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 22:01:43 -0700
Subject: Betsy's Store
dream_title: Betsy's Store
dream_date: August 20, 2003
dreamer_name: MoBe
dream_text: My colleague at work co-owns a health food store
called Choices, with her husband and sister and brother in law. I
was visiting one of their first stores, and rather than selling
health foods they were selling luggage. I asked what went wrong
and the staff at the front said "not enough business".
dream_comments: This would seem like a dream with a literal
translation except that the last time I talked with Betsy who is
now retired, their stores were doing fabulously well!!!
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Message: 3
Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 22:02:56 -0700
dream_title: the devil works mysteriously
dream_date: 8/26/03
dreamer_name: Tibel Curses
dream_text: I was with my boyfriend and we were at some kind of
zoo, we were walking past a bunch of doves a voice told us to get
out the voice was the devil as we are walking by the doves start
to turn black like ink was being spilled on them we started to run
and ended up where the lions were the lion's spoke to us i can't
remember what they said but i pushed on in the river the other one
said you shouldn't have done that and told my boyfriend to go get
him so he jumped in and got him out. when he came back we were
sitting on the dirt trying to see if the lion was alive, then the
lion started to sink in the sand and we tryed to dig him up when i
did it was my boyfriend and he was dead i grabed his head and i
could feel that it was caved in, in the back i knew he was dieing
i tryed to tell him i loved him but instead i told him i didn't
love him i woke up saying i don't love you.
dream_comments: my boyfriend and me have been together for a year
this isn't the first dream i have had about him dieing. my family
says i talk in my sleep does this mean anything? I have trouble
sleeping at night because of dreams what can i do to help?
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Message: 4
Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2003 02:02:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: ibraiz naeem <ibraiz_n
Subject: The Alligators
I am going somewhere on foot on a
(20 feet) wide charcoal road.
On my left is undeveloped barren land . Some wild grass is
sprouting sporadically on the road side. On my right are 3
cemented steps shrouded in foliage and leading perhaps to a
closed shop.
I see a shallow drain trench running diagonally across the road .
And lying along length of trench are 4 (2 pairs ) of gigantic 15
ft mustard alligators .
Each female is tilted sideways half in, half out of trench,
mounted by a male But they appeared totally static and benign
like large furry rocks that haven't moved in ages . I crossed the
alligators, to find another diagonal trench occupied 3 by more
pairs. I felt imprisoned in the triangle they formed around me.
It dawned on me that I was in middle of nowhere . I looked towards
the road side to circumvent the beasts . But I was not sure that
strategy would work .
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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 10:44:07 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 3 - Wrestling Champions
A large & tall (20 feet) futuristic dark brown machine of some
sort forms the perimeter of the mud arena in which a tall
overweight fair skinned wrestler raises an arm above his head
He is challenged by another wrestler who is relatively short,
stockier and swarthy. As they both face each other legs wide and
bent, the tall wrestler pounces & stomps the feet of his opponent
with his own and returns to his initial position before the
shorter man can blink. Then the tall wrestler starts praising
his prowess (in the standard 'wrestling champions' style).
As the tall wrestler is busy praising himself, the short wrestler
exploiting his preoccupation applies on him a neck lock of some
sort.
I notice that the tall wrestler is wearing an aluminum pan for a
hat. With his neck twisted the tall wrestler continues to be
more interested in commenting towards me ( into the camera?)
asserting that his opponent had applied a foul lock and was now
applying pressure on his spinal cord.
Please Note: Text enclosed in brackets represents my thoughts
after I woke up.
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Message: 6
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 10:36:42 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 2 - The Salesperson
I am waiting for someone - (a girl?) on the turning from Tariq
Road that used to lead to a friends house. It is the turning
near secretarial school where I learned to type after my
matriculation.
The large old tree on that turning has been replaced by an
uneven cemented light gray car-park. The car park is in front of 2
dingy front offices for outdoor catering establishments. These
have glass paneled aluminum door. The white offices have been
built into the side of the yellow house, not on the front side
which faces the main commercial road.
Somebody approaches me to get involved in some commerce that has
to do with a bright blue truck loaded with bamboos (used to
erect tents for open-air wedding ceremonies).
But I shrug them off and as I wait on, I notice a girl clad in
gray tatters, in her 20s soliciting a destitute man clad in brown.
The man was trying to avoid her. At first I speculate that she
must be beggar prostitute, but then I dawns on me that she was a
door to door salesperson trying to sell him shares or policy of
her Company.
Please note: Text enclosed in brackets represents my thoughts
after I woke up, and represents my societal environment.
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Message: 7
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 12:14:22 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 8 - The Milk Festival
I am staying at the Rawalpindi Pearl Continental Hotel. The
white door of my room is wide open. It is a festive occasion and
the hotel hallways and open rooms are crowded with opulently
dressed guests and their visitors. They all appear to know each
other and are mixing together freely.
As I stand at my doorway I notice that the short guy to my front
right is wearing a golden dress. I also realize that I don't know
any of them. Just then my cousin B (he is also my age) greets
me. We settle down on my grand-father's dark blue carpet and
recline against my grand-father's dressing table.
He offers me bottled condensed caramel milk and relates his hill
station adventure:
When everybody had been leaving for the hunt, he had feigned
exhaustion. But after they had departed he had gone far & wide to
collect pre- cursors of caramel milk. Then he had offered
incentives to cooks so that they had swiftly prepared a
surprising large amount of caramel milk.
I realized that he did not have much milk left, by then, and so as
not to over-tax his hospitality I quickly finished my bottle and
said adieu, thinking that Aunt M, also seated with us, would never
have permitted such an unconventional incentive scheme, had it
been someone younger or other than B.
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Message: 9
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 13:01:20 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 9 - The Termination
I find myself in Administration Lobby of the company I used to
work for. But the whole block is empty so I think it must be a
holiday. But there is light in Finance Manager's room, and I
decide that it would be best to leave before anyone sees that I
had returned uninvited.
As I approach the glass exit I glimpse a reversing wheel of my
boss's car. I walk through the patio & find him parking his golden
car outside & facing the semi- closed gate. I scamper to hide in
the compressor room, but he sees me.
>From the compressor room I can overview the entire factory at
work. I decide to peep on my boss to see whether he has left. But
he is still there, looking sideways, contemplating how I needed to
be addressed. I turn back to find the entire shop floor staring
at me with knowing eyes. The supervisor is having tea at his desk
and is looking at me with pity in his eyes.
Angrily I think that if they don¡¦t want to greet me why should I
greet them? I turn around to find that my boss has left without
greeting me. His arrogance further aggravates my indignation and
as I furiously exit the gate I detect out of the corner of my eye
a small jam-packed car parked parallel to the gate. Its occupants
watch me leave.
As I walk home I think to myself what an utterly humiliating
experience that had been. But I had gone back on my grand-
father's instruction and not on my own. Presently I hear my grand-
father's voice, ¡§Terminatingly humiliating, ibraiz, but don¡¦t
worry you¡¦ll be OK!¡¨
Please note: 1) My grandfather passed away in 1995. I was very
attached to him. 2) I left my last job because they did not give
me the raise I was promised.
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Message: 10
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 13:18:02 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 10 - Aunt Jemima's Jalopy.
I stand in dimly lit lobby. On my left in a well-lit room there
is a family On my right in another well-lit room are Aunt
Jemima* and her family. Her sister is fair & pretty (she
resembles our previous landlord's daughter, R). I notice that
she has a rather long nose and I tell myself not to stare.
Having nowhere else to look, I start reading the high-set name
plate on the door in front of me. But as I try to read the text
fades, and I fall back on the sofa behind me.
Aunt Jemima asks me to come along with her in her Jalopy. As we
settle in I get a glimpse of her younger sister reclining on the
back seat, and notice her delicate wrist & exquisite hand. The
large black jalopy is loaded with numerous chattel. Almost as if
she were relocating. One is a full lamp.
As Aunt Jemima parks along a pavement to pick others passengers
her sister also gets out and complains to her discreetly that my
presence was cramping her space in the Jalopy, making her
uncomfortable.
Please Note: 1) Aunt Jemima is a distant relative. 2) Jemima is
a pseudonym
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Message: 11
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 11:23:18 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 5 - My Brother
I am hanging by the grills outside the large baroque palace that
is our home to get exercise. A girl joins me, then another. Then
I decide I have to get down, so I slide down the dark brown
drain-pipe. As I descend I think there must be a better way of
descending and look up hoping the girls hadn¡¦t seen me slide by
the pipe.
I walk through a narrow passage to the front of the house. On my
way I lookup to see two plump brightly dressed (blue pants & red
jackets) guests descending a helical stair-way
I look down & see my younger brother approaching me at very close
range. He is wearing a sweater. He helps me move aside so that
he can pass.
As I reach the solid wood front door, which has another black
helical stairway to its right, I feel awe at how how active and
successful my brother had become.
I remember the days when he used to sleep out the days. I
conclude that his past behavior had just reflected his frustration
at the lack of opportunity during that phase of his life.
Please note: My brother had in reality been an escapist and is
now running his business with much more active involvement.
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Message: 12
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 07:39:17 -0000
From: "hen_na_yume"
Subject: dream 09/03/03
dream name: dream class
I had a class that is outdoors in a giant backyard. there are
tall dark trees enclosing the place so it is fairly lighted. the
grass is green but not flat, it is kind of wavy. The teacher is
a woman who seems to be 30's or early 40's but very spiritual.
she has these thin sunglasses on and long black hair. i think
the point of this class is to learn about yourself. I remember
she was handing me something i think, or talking and using her
hands as body language, i looked at her thumb and it was like
being on acid, the lines on the palm side of her thumb left black
tracers. Made me feel kind of funny. Then i noticed a giant wall,
made of solid wood with a bunch of wavy lines on it like a log.
I stare at it and the lines started to look like a skeleton. I
stare more and more and it's a giant skull. I ask why is it a
skeleton? The teacher or someone says because it's a closet. I
say, ahh, so i have skeletons in my closet?
comments: I felt this is the first day I had of this class and
there will be more. I felt I can learn in this class and in the
setting. I felt funny the whole time, like a feeling in my
stomach and the back of my neck.
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Message: 14
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 11:53:17 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 7 - The Parking Contract.
I am in Islamabad (Pakistan's Capital City) on some business. As
I am about to depart I am told that I have to leave parking
notices on all cars parked at a certain public place.
I have on me our white visiting cards with black printing
introducing us as government parking contractors with a
Rawalpindi (Islamabad's twin city) address and phone number.
At one point I see three old medium sized cars parked side by
side. As I insert my visiting cards under their vipers, I notice
that one of them is of metallic blue color.
A balding gentleman in his 60s with sparse black hair sitting in
the driving seat of his car informs me through the open hatch of
his car that the government had called off parking tickets. He
was also forwarding 3 documents as evidence. When I ask who
had made the announcement his answer was not quite clear.
As I finish my Islamabad assignment I am *told* I must cover
Rawalpindi as well the next day before I return.
I am distressed that although my card gives a Rawalpindi contact
number, we actually don't have an office there & defaulters would
not be able to reach us to pay their dues. And neither could we
apprehend them since I had no record of whom I had issued my
visiting cards to.
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 2003 13:21:24 -0000
From: "ibraiz_n"
Subject: Dream no. 10 - Aunt Jemima's Jalopy.
I stand in dimly lit lobby. On my left in a well-lit room there
is a family On my right in another well-lit room are Aunt
Jemima and her family. Her sister is fair & pretty (she
resembles our previous landlord's daughter, R). I notice that
she has a rather long nose and I tell myself not to stare.
Having nowhere else to look, I start reading the high-set name
plate on the door in front of me. But as I try to read the text
fades, and I fall back on the sofa behind me.
Aunt Jemima asks me to come along with her in her Jalopy. As we
settle in I get a glimpse of her younger sister reclining on the
back seat, and notice her delicate wrist & exquisite hand. The
large black jalopy is loaded with numerous chattel. Almost as if
she were relocating. One is a full lamp.
As Aunt Jemima parks along a pavement to pick others passengers
her sister also gets out and complains to her discreetly that my
presence was cramping her space in the Jalopy, making her
uncomfortable.
Please Note: 1) Aunt Jemima is a distant relative having liberal
but unsharing outlook. 2) Jemima is a pseudonym
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Message: 1
Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 02:06:08 -0000
From: "hen_na_yume"
Subject: dream: someone else me
there is a person named adam (my name) he is new to my group of
friends. infact he does the same things that i do. i do not
trust him in the slightest. he goes rock climbing in this place
that is ultra secret. through a forest on certain paths and
therecomes a giant smooth rock that stretches for miles, and
there are many areas that are climbable. there is one that i go
to that goes way down underneath into an enclosure. i look from
there way far and up, where adam is climbing with one other guy.
i didnt want them to know i followed. i didnt want to be
discovered. i find out later that there is a person who says she
fears adam and does not want to come near him. I meet him once,
at his place. He has a semi-agressive personality, and seems
very dangerous to be close to. I just got that feeling from
being around him. Though, not dangerous in that he is psychotic
or anything. Its more like i am afraid to get to know him,
infact i can't quite pinpoint it.
dream comments: adam is also my name. perhaps i was seeing
myself in the dream through a different set of eyes(!). it didnt
seem like me entirely. in some ways it did, like rock climbing
and taking people to the secret place no one knows about. For
some reason i look at myself slightly differently then i did
before i had the dream last night
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Message: 2
Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2003 19:02:50 -0000
From: "adamthesass"
Subject: gorilla dream
Hello,
I'm new to the group and have enjoyed reading through the
fascinating dreams that have been posted here. I also wanted to
share a dream that I recently had about gorillas and see what you
thought of it...it was one of the few dreams I've remembered with
such clarity:
Gorilla/Labyrinth
I had a dream in which I was guided by two gorillas on a tour of a
labyrinthine compound. The purpose of the tour was never
explained, and I'm still not sure one of the animals was even a
gorilla, because his features remained hazy throughout the dream.
I assume was one, though, because it was clearly a gorilla
compound, and he clearly belonged there.
The other gorilla was the dominant fellow of the two, which may be
why I remember him more distinctly. He had a military air about
him and I was under the impression that he held the rank of
general. To be honest, he was plagiarized almost entirely from
the 1968 production of "Planet of the Apes," specifically the
scary gorilla who leads the hunt for feral humans early in the
movie. Both gorillas walked upright, as did the ones in the
movie, and beyond that, an uncanny Planet of the Apes-like
atmosphere permeated the entire dream.
The general led the way around the compound, followed by the other
one, who seemed nervous the whole time. I brought up the rear.
Along the way my guides pointed out noteworthy artifacts and
architectural features of the structure.
While all this was going on, a helpful animated map of the
compound was being displayed in one corner of the "screen," which
let me see where I was and what was coming up around the corner.
This feature was undoubtedly inspired by certain video games in
which an onscreen map is provided alongside the action. And as in
the video games, the map helped place the experience within a
larger context, and gave me a certain clairvoyance as to what
would happen next.
The gorilla compound, though vast, was strangely empty. Its long
stone hallways led past courtyards overgrown with jungle plants,
which were depicted in the dream-map as patches of cartoonish
foliage. There were other courtyards that had clearly been better
tended, with packed earth floors and scattered tufts of grass. It
was in one of these that I was shown the most important things on
my tour: gorillas the size of elephants, each of which was
confined in a giant metal cage.
The general took great pains to emphasize that these were an
ancestral species from which his more advanced kind had descended.
He spoke of them with a certain awe, and seemed proud that they'd
been captured and caged there. For their part, the giants didn't
do much beyond resting heavily on their haunches, perhaps because
their enclosures permitted them little room to move.
The curious thing about the encounter with these captive apes was
that I had known about them before actually seeing them face-to-
face, since I had seen them on my dream-map quite a while
beforehand - had already spotted them from the air, as it were.
So while the general clearly expected astonishment, I was
actually not the least bit surprised when he led me into their
brooding presence. He seemed quite disappointed at this, but
would doubtless have been more understanding had he known I was
following all the action on my own internal map.
After the visit to these ancestral giants, I found myself in need
of a bathroom. The hazy nervous ape, who never seemed entirely
there, obligingly pointed one out to me just a short distance
down the corridor (my map was notably unhelpful on the subject of
restrooms). Entering it, I was amazed at its familiarity, for it
was laid out identically to the countless public bathrooms I'd
patronized in various human institutions. Pulling up to a
welcoming urinal, I thought, "Wow, theirs are just like ours."
With that startling insight, I suddenly found myself awake, and
surprised that I remembered it all.
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