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E.l.e.c.t.r.i.c D.r.e.a.m.s
Volume #12 Issue #8
August 2005
ISSN# 1089 4284
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C O N T E N T S
++ Editor's Notes Richard Wilkerson
++ Global Dreaming News
Harry Bosma
++ Cover Artist Bio
Brian MacGregor
++ Letters to the Editor More Psychosynthesis
++ Column: An Excerpt From the Lucid Dream Exchange
Editor, Lucy Gillis
My Lucid Dream Geometric Healing Experience.
Beverly D'Urso,
++ Article: Shadow Storm
Linda Lane Magallón
++ Column: The View From the Bridge
Making Connections
Kathy Turner
++ Dream: Finding Coins
Stan Kulikowski II
++ Article: Chicken Coop Thinking
Al Bouchard
++ DREAM SECTION: Dreams from July, 2005
Host Kat Peters-Midland
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D E A D L I N E :
August 21th deadline for September 2005 submissions
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Post Dreams and Comments on Dreams to:
http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/temple
Send news, events, workshops, conferences& reviews to
Harry Bosma <ed-news@alquinte.com>
Send Articles, news and other items to:
Richard Wilkerson: <rcwilk@dreamgate.com>
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Editor's Notes
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Welcome to the August 2005 issue of Electric Dreams, your portal to dreams and dreamwork online.
If you are new to dreams and dreamwork, there are a few e-lists where Electric Dreams people seems to congregate that might interest you. One is
dreamchatters@yahoogroups.com
Subscribe by going here and registering
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dreamchatters/
.. and another is the IASD bulletin board hosted by Ed Kellogg, Ph.D.
Please, no dreams interpreted here, just discussion of dreaming and dreamwork topics.
http://www.asdreams.org/subidxdiscussionsbboard.htm
Be sure to note the only online conference for extreme dreaming is coming up in late September. The 2005 PsiberDreaming Conference information is up at http://www.asdreams.org/psi2005
Your editor is turning 50 on the 21st of August, and could use some cheering up. Send birthday cards (with a dream or dream phrase/fragment) to Richard Wilkerson, 4644 Geary Blvd, PMB 171m San Francisco, CA 94118
This month in Electric Dreams:
Lucid Dream Exchange editor Lucy Gillis offer ED readers an excerpt from her Lucid Dream Exchange, this month an article on dream healing from Beverly D'Urso, lucid dreamer extraordinaire, and this year's winner of the IASD Dream Telepathy contest. Be sure to read My Lucid Dream Geometric Healing Experience.
Last month I asked for article from people using Psychosynthesis and dreamwork. Im including a piece that didnt get in the issue as a letter to the editor from Marilyn Barry.
Linda Lane Magallón is the author of Mutual Dreaming and has been a pioneer in the Field of Dreams for decades. In her contribution to ED this month, dreams, nature and the cosmos collide in the article Shadow Storm.
Kathy Turner steps in for Jean Campbell this month to update you on the latest projects of the World Dreams Peace Bridge. From womens rights in Iraq to the Hiroshima bombing anniversary, you can find out what is happening on the Bridge and how to join.
Stan Kulikowski II has quite a unique style of recording his dreams. This month we are featuring the dream Finding Coins.
Al Bouchard explores the dreams of Eldermystic who combines the wisdom of dream with clues from waking life to provide interpretations that will get us all our of our closed coups. Read more in Chicken Coop Thinking
Thanks to Janet Garrett , ED articles from past issues are online in an easy-to-access format. These articles contain a wide range of information for dreamers and dreamworkers. You can see her work progress and view hundreds of article on dreams at: http://www.improverse.com/ed-articles/index.htm
Harry Bosma searches around the world for news on dreams and dreaming, which you can read about in the Global Dreaming News. If you have any dream news, conferences, books, workshops, and especially any online meetings or events, be sure to send that information to Harry by the 15th of each month at ed-news@alquinte.com
Marrying a priest, communicating with an angel, being sniffed and dragged by a tiger-lion, and watching a striped fish turning into a huge three-eyed fury creature
what else could it be? The Dream Section of Electric Dreams Magazine from Kat Peters-Midland.
Be sure to read all of these dreams and more.
If you want to send in dreams, please enter them at http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/temple
or join the dream flow at dreamflow@yahoogroups.com
(dreamflow-subscribe@yahoogroups.com)
Cover this month by Brian MacGregor
http://tinyurl.com/a3wqr
More on the cover and the artist below.
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For those of you who are new to dreamwork,
be sure to stop by one of the many resources:
http://dreamgate.com/electric-dreams
http://dreamgate.com/dream/library
http://dreamunit.net/news-en/
http://www.dreamtree.com
Electric Dreams in PDF: (thanks to Nick Cumbo)
http://electric.dreamofpeace.net/
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From Planet Dream,
-Richard Wilkerson
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Global Dreaming News
August 2005
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If you have news you'd like to share, simply email Harry Bosma
at his special ed-news@alquinte.com address.
Online:
- August's Remote Viewing Challenge
- Cyber party for dreamers
- Updated website Anne Frey
- Psiber Dreaming Conference
Physical world:
- DreamTending, seeds of African wisdom
Books, movies, research:
- Dream Decoders tv show
Recurring events:
- Ritual DaFuMu for Peace
- IASD Online Auction
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Online
August's Remote Viewing Challenge
The next Remote Viewing Challenge is coming up! Everybody is welcome to give it a try, no special skills are needed, and it's free. Bring a little adventure in your life! I posted the details at the IASD Bulletin Board:
http://dreamtalk.hypermart.net/bb2005/viewforum.php?f=2
The next RV will be at either Wednesday August 3rd, or Thursday August 4, 2005, depending on where you live.
Harry
Cyber party for dreamers
I'd like you to invite you to my cyber party at Saturday, August 27th. I'm celebrating my return to full health after more than a decade of severe health problems. There will be a simple discussion board, and a chatbox, so you can chat and mingle with the other guests. There will also be a little experiment, a combination of a remote viewing and a shared dream.
For some background, in 1994 I came down with a seriously debilitating disease. I've spent most my time sleeping or resting in bed, and was able to leave the house only rarely. Doctors were never able to come up with an explanation. Being bedridden most of the time, I've always defined full recovery by the ability to travel to far destinations. I'm happy to report that I actually managed to do this last June.
There isn't much to see yet, but this is where you'll have to go at August 27th:
http://alquinte.com/en/
I hope to see you there!
Harry
Updated website Anne Frey
Anne Frey updated her website. Wisdom Of Dreams has favorite dream links and books, along with citations on some of the most recent publications in dream research. You'll find tips on how to improve your sleep and how to improve your dream recall. You'll find fun facts about famous nappers and the history of beds.
http://thewisdomofdreams.com
Psiber Dreaming Conference
This year's Psiber Dreaming Conference is planned for September 18 - October 2, 2005. Keep some time free in your schedule for this unique online event that generates lots of excitement! Keep an eye on the homepage of the PDC for more details to show up soon.
http://asdreams.org/psi2005/
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Physical world
DreamTending, seeds of African wisdom
In this three-day introductory seminar, Dr. Aizenstat will help the dreamer find relationship with the archetypal imaginationdescribing tribal, traditional, and emerging approaches to dream work that explore common dream themes, nightmares, archetypal images, and the recurring dream. Seminar topics include:
THE PERSONAL UNCONSCIOUS: Dreamwork methods drawn from Western psychology as well as tribal wisdom assist us in hearing the voices of the dream in relation to personal history and experience.
THE COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS: Archetypal approaches to dreamtending found in the work of Joseph Campbell, C. G. Jung, James Hillman, and Marion Woodman as well as in the traditions of African culture aid us in reconnecting to the universal images rooted in the mythological imagination of the human psyche.
THE WORLD UNCONSCIOUS: Dr. Aizenstat will demonstrate emerging methods of DreamTending which animate the living ecology of the wider landscape, reconnecting us to the realm of imagination and nature.
ONGOING DREAM COUNCIL: Participants will meet daily in ongoing dream councils of 4-6 persons to apply material learned in the seminar. This provides an opportunity for each member to work with his or her own dreams.
http://www.pacifica.edu/dreamtending05.html
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Books, movies, research
Dream Decoders tv show
GROUNDBREAKING MINI-SERIES REVEALS THE HIDDEN MEANING OF DREAMS
Im excited to share the following TV Bulletin with you. Each night, whether memorable or not, the average person has four to five dreams. But what do these dreams mean? And what do they tell us about ourselves? Discovery Health Channel unlocks the deepest secrets of the subconscious with the premiere of DREAM DECODERS. In this enlightening three-part series, three of the worlds top dream analysts who are our Dream DecodersDr. Marcia Emery, Dr. Alan Siegel and Dr. Veronica Tonay help participants and viewers understand the messages of their dreams to foster greater emotional and psychological health.
DREAM DECODERS premieres with a sneak peek On Wednesday, August 17, at 10 PM (ET/PT). The three-part series will air in its entirety Tuesdays at 8 PM (ET/PT), beginning November 1.
DREAM DECODERS is filmed in front of a live-studio audience on a special dream tank set. Each episode evaluates the dreams of three or four people from different walks of life. With the help of host Steve Truitt, they share their most private, often recurring, dream or nightmare through verbal explanations and brief video re-creations. The Dream Decoders interview the dreamers about their personal experiences and current life challenges to uncover hidden clues in the depths of their psyches. The Decoders analyze these clues and offer their individual analysis to crack the dream code, giving the dreamers startling insight into their waking lives.
DREAM DECODERS promises to be one of the most controversial, entertaining, and enlightening hours of television that our waking minds could experience
leaving us with something stimulating to think, and dream about. If you have questions or comments about the show, please email Discovery Health Channels viewer relations department at viewer_relations@discovery.com.
Marcia Emery, Ph.D.
Intuition: Counseling, Coaching, Speaking
Author of PowerHunch!, The Intuitive Healer and Intuition Workbook
1502 Tenth Street
Berkeley, CA. 94710
510/526-5510 FAX: 510/526-9555
http://www.powerhunch.com/
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Recurring events
Ritual DaFuMu for Peace
The World Dreams Peace Bridge, on the 15th of each month, is holding a monthly DaFuMu (a collective dream of good fortune: http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/dafumu.htm) to support peace.
In joining a DaFuMu each month we will be seeking the mandala of peace within the universal mind: learning what it is to be peaceful at a personal level, how to act in a peaceful manner within the world, and accessing and supporting the general mandala of peace available to all people. So, please join in on the 15th of each month. Before sleeping set your intention to dream towards the mandala of peace.
If you feel that your dream has touched upon a symbol that can be used within the mandala of peace we are creating, or on a particular relation of peace, please let us know. Just send your comment, picture or dream to http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/dafumumonthly.htm. To join the World Dreams Peace Bridge discussion group, just send an e-mail to worlddreams-subscribe@yahoogroups.com .
IASD Online Auction
Each month new, fabulous items are up for bid online on the Auction Board on the IASD web site. To look at all of the bargains and place your bid on these items, go to http://dreamtalk.hypermart.net/bb2005/viewforum.php?f=7 or to http://www.iasdreams.org and follow the links from the home page.
Also you can do your part in supporting the IASD by donating a book, CD, DVD, a piece of art, some delectable item of your choice! Its easy to do just contact Kat Peters-Midland (moderator) at IASDonlineauction@comcast.net or or go to http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/asdauction/auction.htm and follow the directions to submit your donation there!
In the next couple of months, you will find these fabulous items up for bid and so much more!
* Womens Bodies, Womens Dreams by Patricia Garfield, PhD.
* The Lucid Dreaming Kit PLUS the bonus Eight Hour CD by Bradley Thompson.
* $800 ($100 per quarter) off of the tuition for The Haden Institute Two-year Dream Leadership Training of any NEW STUDENT.
* The Thirteen Dreams Freud Never Had: The New Science by J. Allan Hobson, MD, signed by the author and dedicated to IASD.
* The Wilderness of Dreams: Exploring the Religious Meanings of Dreams in Modern Western Culture. By Kelly Bulkeley, PhD.
Kat Peters-Midland
Director IASD Online Auction
LATE EDITION NEWS
1. Please note that the Call for Papers IASD 2006 in Bridgewater, MA is now online
http://www.asdreams.org/2006/index.htm
2. Please note that the Dream Institute of Northern California is now posting their events on the IASD bulletin board and they offer a rich selection of dream events open to the public, but also providing needed Continuing Education units for local Bay Area therapists. http://tinyurl.com/9xv5l
The Dream Institute of Northern California
1672 University Ave
Berkeley, CA 94703
1-510-845-1767
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Cover Artist, Brian MacGregor
"Orcastra of Dreams" 48'' x 36''
Copyright 2005.
www.brian-macgregor.com
http://tinyurl.com/a3wqr
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About the Artist
From www.brian-macgregor.com
As I grew up my family and friends helped support me with a belief in my art and to help me a mass a large amount of supplies so that I could constantly keep creating. When I was very young I first started drawing very detailed realism, from every object around me and everywhere I went, only now and then diving into my unconscious minds ink well.
"I don't draw cute dogs or paint Elvis on velvet or do any artwork I don't feel I could grow or be challenged from. The only way to be happy and truly successful is to do what you love to do and then WORK, WORK, WORK, and the more you do it the better you get and the more you can create your own market."
After some very hard times, Brian began having extreme insomnia and like Jonah, was in some dark waters for awhile before emerging with dream visions.
I slept for two days and I had a dream for hours that took seven pages to write and I felt healed.
Brian has been interested in dreams since childhood, but it was his new connection with dreams that made them the subject of his lifes work.
I then started using my written dreams as a texture in my work. From there it moved into all of my art and then I started to collect not just my own but many other peoples dreams and from all ages, sexes, races, and classes of society. From this point I have moved into collecting dreams written in other languages instead of just English, on the notion that to truly depict the collective it must be global and universal and include all dreams.
Now Brians dream art supports him, and he is exploring new ways to create and display his work. Ever since I have graduated from college I continue to do gallery shows, display in other galleries, work on exciting new projects and work, work, work, paint, paint, paint, and dream, dream, dream.
www.brian-macgregor.com
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Letters to the Editor
Marilyn Barry More Psychosynthesis
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I have used Psychosynthesis techniques in dreamwork. It's simple: take a dream, re-enter the dream as an imagery exercise, dialogue with the characters in the dream as you would dialogue with subpersonalities. Example: I was working with a young woman suffering from Lupis who had a highly significant dream in which she was attacked by robbers. With her eyes closed, she re-entered the dream and dialogued with the robbers who told her that they were homeless and starving; that's why they tried to rob her in the dream. She created a kingdom in which the robbers were housed and fed.
She worked on this dream in several sessions and realized that the robbers went back to early childhood when she and her sister, who also had Lupis, were neglected by their parents. They had been robbed of their childhood. I don't know whether it's a coincidence that on her next visit to the hospital, they could not find the Lupis. She totally recovered.
Marilyn
www.innerwayonline.com
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An Excerpt From The Lucid Dream Exchange
By Lucy Gillis
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Beverly D'Urso, lucid dreamer extraordinaire, and this year's winner of the IASD Dream Telepathy contest, shares with us her remarkable lucid dream healing experience.
My Lucid Dream Geometric Healing Experience
By Beverly (Kedzierski Heart) D'Urso, Ph.D.
(c) 2005
On Monday, March 7, 2005, I went in for a routine, annual gynecological exam. During the exam, my doctor found that I had an "expanded uterus." He immediately did an ultrasound test and determined that I had: "both a large cyst and a mass that looked like it might be a tumor." He told me to return when I got my period to do another ultrasound test to see if my condition changed.
I decided that I would try to have a lucid dream about my condition. Often, I attempt "direct healing" in my lucid dreams. In this case, I might chant that I want the cyst and mass to disappear and zap my uterus with healing energy which usually comes from my fingertips. However, this time, I wanted to understand more about why the situation occurred after so many years of normal exams. I have had other uterine problems, but not for the last decade.
As a goal for my next lucid dream, I chose to ask some questions. I wanted to know precisely: "What message does this condition want me to know?" and "What can I do about it?" I also felt open to any healing that would occur naturally in my dreams. I practiced repeating these questions to myself during the day, when I first went to bed, and when I awoke in the middle of the night. However, I did not feel very well that week and did not even record my dreams for several nights. After recording all my dreams on Sunday morning March 13th, I finally had some lucid dreams on Monday morning March 14th.
MY DREAMS OF MARCH 14, 2005:
4:37 am
In my dream, I take group classes ranging from easy to advanced work.
5:00 am
In this dream, I hear music, and I discover that my recorder doesn't work.
5:50 am
The dream begins after I worked on some problems with a group of people. I walk to a school, but I get lost. I go past the ocean and down many streets until I get to an old park. Two women stand by a large wooden structure. One has blackish/gray, wiry hair and alternately becomes a man and then a woman.
I mention that I need to ask questions about my condition and realize that I am dreaming.
I ask them," What does my condition mean and what should I do about it?"
They do not give me clear answers, so I decide to ask the "Source" to show me answers on the wall structure in front of us. I ask the two people to look at the wall as well. I say out loud, "What does my condition want me to know and what should I do?"
I immediately see these projected images. The first one shows skeletons similar to the ones we had hanging on Halloween. I think they might represent death. Next, I see a traffic scene. An ambulance and fire truck appear. Finally, an airplane comes smashing down from the sky onto a freeway.
I ask the person next to me what she saw and she responds, "I saw the airplane crash in Chicago." I tell her that I grew up near Chicago and ask her what she thinks it means. She says she feels too tired and that I need to ask her later. I respond that I need to wake up and write all this down.
Next, all three of us then lay down and I begin to touch one of them, which I often do to demonstrate that I still feel lucid. I loosen my clothes as I think about what everything I experienced means. I stare at the woman/man's eyebrows and notice how the details look amazingly the same as they would in waking physical reality.
6:45 am
My nine-year-old son, Adrian, and I find ourselves at a camp-like place. We have dinner and he spills some food or drink on me. I have on a levi skirt and a burnt orange sweater, both of which I would not wear these days in waking physical reality. We look for a bathroom and can only find an odd one.
Standing outside, we notice these huge geometric figures in five different colors hovering and circling over us in the sky. They seem as large as ocean liners. A turquoise colored one comes closest to me. It has the shape of two candy dishes pressed together. They all seemed to shoot a kind of energy on me, which I experience as a healing. I become very relaxed and open to taking in this invisible energy. I would describe it best as a type of heat.
Adrian seems scared, but I tell him not to worry. I explain, "They came to heal me!" Afterwards, we go back to the strange bathroom, which apparently now works.
11:00 am
I find myself walking along the side of a freeway that also looks like the street of my childhood home. The ground feels soft, similar to the material people sometimes put under playground equipment. I look over the edge of the freeway and I see water.
I become lucid and see a man. I lift my skirt and flash him, which I often do as a way to demonstrate confidence that I know I am dreaming. I then call out my questions: "What is my condition trying to tell me and what should I do?" I get no answers, so I decide to find the witches from my childhood dreams, whom I now see as my creative force. I want to see if they can help me. Instead of calling them, I go looking for my childhood home where they often reside.
I notice my former elementary school ahead of me and walk towards it. As I get near, I see my friend, CH, waiting under a bridge. In waking physical reality, I often see her waiting by our children's school. I tell her that, "I am in the process of healing." I also ask her if she knows we are dreaming. She responds: "I didn't know, but I am busy."
I leave her and proceed through a door while riding a type of go-cart. I try to speed up so I can get to the house before I wake up. I recognize the appropriate field on my left and the corner stop sign on my right. I know that I will find the house on my right, just past the alley. However, I discover a small, rundown, white-painted, wood house instead of the brick house I expected. I head over to go inside just as I wake up.
ANALYSIS
In the first dream at 4:37 am, I found myself attending classes that seemed to become more and more advanced. This dream seems similar to the lucid dreams of Viola Petitt Neal, Ph.D. (see below), although I did not remember much about it. In the second dream, at 5:00 am, I heard music, also described by Dr. Neal as healing. Also, my "problem recorder" could represent my "problem uterus."
At 5:50 am, I had a very powerful lucid dream in which I asked the questions I had planned. I received some very detailed images. The images seem to
represent: (1) my fear of a serious condition, (2) a sudden attempt at healing, and (3) a destruction of the unwanted condition. I continue to interpret these images in many ways. Also in this dream, "flashing the man"
may relate to my position when my male doctor recently examined me.
I find the 6:45 am dream the most amazing of all. In this dream, I obviously experienced a very direct healing. Notice that the bathroom, which often represents the area of my bladder and uterus, seemed "odd" at the start of this dream. By the end of the dream, the "bathroom worked."
I shared all these dreams with Ed Kellogg after my doctor visit. He pointed out a very interesting connection between my "colored, geometric healing figures" and similar ones described in a book called: Through the Curtain by Viola Petitt Neal, Ph,D. and Shafica Karaguella, M.D. I had purchased the book some time ago, at Ed's recommendation, but I had not yet read it. To summarize the book: Dr. Neal has lucid dreams where she attends classes that teach her about topics such as the "healing effects of geometric figures and different colors."
At 2:45 pm that same day, I went back to see my doctor. He did another ultrasound test searching for the cyst and the mass, but they did not exist any more. He found my uterus "no longer expanded, but completely normal and healthy."
Since this day, I have felt more relaxed and find that I can clear my mind more easily than before, especially when I visualize the turquoise figure or see images in my life that represent it. I have begun making a model of this figure. The day after the dream, I received two dinner containers that seem almost perfect for my model.
I have also taken much better care of myself physically. I find it easier to exercise more and eat better. The message, which I requested in my dreams, seems to have told me to "do what I can to remain as healthy as possible."
Although these dreams had a powerful effect on me emotionally and physically, I cannot say for certain what part they played objectively in the remarkable disappearance of the cyst and mass that the second ultrasound revealed. Even so, I believe that they played a large part in my healing experience, and I feel very grateful that I had them.
As for my last dream of the night, I recently discovered, in a very unexpected way, that around the time of this dream my one-story, fifty-three-year-old childhood home had been torn apart to add a second story. Most of the second story outside walls consist of what looks like white-wood paneling instead of brick. However, the house currently looks as "pristine and revised" as my uterus!
For additional examples of lucid dream healing experiences see the paper of Ed Kellogg, Ph.D. at:
http://www.asdreams.org/documents/1999_kellogg_lucid-healing.htm
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Shadow Storm
(c) 1999 Linda Lane Magallón
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Our tent was water repellent, but not waterproof. Liquid hit the canvas with the intensity of an ice pick, boring bits of itself through the mesh. Inside, it was raining a fine mist visible by lantern light. Outside, lightning flashed intermittently, followed by drum rolls of thunder, echoing zig-zig against the cliffs of Zion.
Above the background of a roaring Virgin River another voice called to us. I opened the tent zipper to reveal the face of a forest ranger and more lip-read than heard her shouted warning. We and the other tenters on the river loop were camped on a flood plain which could overflow in storms as vigorous as the one we were now experiencing.
My son Victor and I moved our most precious belongings and ourselves to the car, leaving behind the tent and air mattresses on a lower slope. Once inside our car, the torrent only increased. Vic asked if the lightning posed a threat and I assured him that the tall trees and buildings would make more likely lightning rods.
Crack! As soon as I made the statement, a bolt of electricity exploded close by. We both jumped. For an instant, the entire world was white. Then, as the glare subsided, I found my 16 year old son's arms encircled round one of mine.
We relaxed into our seats. The seats could tilt, but none of the bends seemed to match those of my body. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore muscle pains and the weight of bone against metal. I did not know that I finally slept.
I am in a place filled with women, some Black, some White. They are translucent, overlapping each other at the shoulder, with others visible behind and to the side I especially notice one young Black woman who seems at the end of this progression In order to see her, I have to ignore the White woman directly in front and refocus on the Black woman, instead. She has frizzy hair pulled to her left side in a ponytail; her bangs are frizzy, too. Is this (my consistent dream character Willie? I wonder. I begin telepathing, "Willie, Willie!" hoping one of the women will hear and recognize me.
Off to my right, I hear a female voice refer to me. "Time for her to wake up," she says. I turn my head and gaze directly at her. Because the scene is lit by an eerie dark/white light, I can see only that she has mid-length fluffy blonde hair. She is addressing a young blonde man seated to her right.
It was time for me to wake up. The rain had abated and my body was a single large cramp. Next to me, on my right, my dark-haired son was dozing. In the glaze of hypnopompia, I felt that he and I were the dark counterparts of the light-haired young man and woman from my dream.
I pulled on my jacket for a walk to the restroom. On the return, the rain had stopped completely. Clouds parted, revealing the moon in its fullest stage. I should have known, I thought with a surge of irony. Only such a weird night as this would have a full moon. The eerie interplay of light and shadow was the same as had occurred in my dream.
It seemed the further I retreated from civilization and its dichotomies of day and night, the fuzzier became the arbitrary line between dark and light. Only later did I learn that the moon would partially eclipse the sun that day. Once again, my own dreams had reflected the shadow of a global event on the personal level.
The churning river was yet below its bank and my back muscles pleaded with me for respite from strain. I live in a safe universe, I affirmed and headed for the car. Vic and I gathered our sleeping bags and returned to the tent. We slept there peacefully until morning.
(This article first appeared in The Dream Tree News, 3/5 (1999).
http://members.aol.com/caseyflyer/flying/dreams.html (Dream Flights)
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THE VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE
Making Connections
Kathy Turner
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In the last few weeks members of the World Dreams Peace Bridge have been reaching out in all directions to support peace.
Ilkin, from Turkey, alerted us to problems in relation to women's rights in the new constitution being drafted for Iraq: as far as I know the new constitution will say "Women have equal rights as far as they are not against religious laws (sheriat)...". Nobody, not NGOs nor any reporters seem to be concerned with this, while it is very important. This law will take away all women rights, which they had even during Saddam Hussein's dictatorship. Sheriat is religious laws which can be interpreted very strictly. It turned Afghanistan into a hell during Taliban. Because of Sheriat women still can't go out or drive alone, or vote, have to wear head covering, can be divorced only when their husbands say "you are divorced" three times, and are treated as second class citizens. Ilkin has reached out to women all over the world, seeking support, for the women of Iraq.
Jeremy (from South Korea) and his daughter Ellie, on their way to a Peace Conference in Europe, visited Kay/Olivia in England for a perfect day ending up being caught up in the immediate aftermath of the attempted bombings of the transport system.
Kotaro, from Japan, is visiting Hiroshima, to mark the 60th anniversary of the dropping of the atomic bomb onto that city. He is carrying our wishes for peace and our acknowledgment of the horror of the bombing and the wonderful resilience of the people.
Victoria and Nick, from Australia, are also planning peace activities to mark the anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima. They will be directing Peace Train workshops, and there will be a Peace Train display at the Town Hall. Victoria has sent us a great plan from an Australian peace group, to draw Hiroshima Shadows around the city. Would you like to organize something like this in your city? Just visit this website, grab some chalk, and on the evening of the 5th August (the day before the anniversary of the bombing) leave your mark on your city.
http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/hiroshimaday.htm
You can even mark this anniversary more quietly by lighting candles and remembering. Be part of the candles around the world: http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/hiroshimaday.htm
OR you can ring out your remembrance. Ask a local church to ring its bells at the time the bombs were dropped: http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/hiroshimaday.htm
While we were planning to remember the past as a way to greater peace, we were also now caught up in the urgent needs of the people of Niger (the second poorest country on earth), who are facing starvation and death as a result of drought and locust plagues.
From Australia, I sent out an urgent appeal for funds to feed the starving children in Niger. The idea for a simple way of raising the money needed (as a result of an aid shortfall of over $10,000,000) came from a dream. It was a simple dream, but what struck me about it was the way it showed my dreaming mind selecting images, not in a linear pattern but in a multidirectional pattern: "I find a sandstone carved book and set it on a little reddish brown rock ledge in a rock pool by the sea. I take a tiny stone out of the rock face and find a grotto. Inside there are a few cone shells in yellows and browns, further back (it is much larger now than I'd thought) I see many of those lovely brownish red long cone shells. I wonder at the little girl collecting so many and wonder too if there is something else that I will find in the grotto once I work out how to enter it.
The pattern of imagery followed a sound pattern (sandstone, sea, shells); a colour pattern (the purple red of sandstone, the brownish red of the sea rock, the brownish red of the cone shells) and a meaning pattern: sandstone, sea, shells. The multi-directionality of dreaming minds pattern reminded me of a neuron."
The image of the neurons multi-directions stayed with me for a whole week. When I heard of the disaster in Niger, I wondered how to help. The solution was there: in the pattern of the way my dreaming mind makes connections.
I thought: we can easily reach $10,000,000 if one person were to donate a small amount of $10.00, then ask 5 other people to do the same (donate just $10.00 and each to ask another five people to donate) and then each of those were to do the same. If we did this we would reach $10,000,000 really quickly. We would all be connected like neurons lighting up all over the world, each giving a small amount, but using the power of our connections to create an enormous amount of money and preventing a large disaster from happening.
If youd like to join in this simple pattern of connection and easily prevent children from starving, then please join in. Go to: http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/niger.htm
You will find a copy an email you could use to contact people and also more information.
Baomei gently and mindfully has lit a candle at my window EVERY EVENING for the past four weeks, for our Iraqi friends and children, for Jeremy, Ellie... and all of us. For the world."
On the World Dreams Peace Bridge we quietly use the power of connection, in waking or dreaming life, to support peace. Our activity is just like Kahlil Gibrans image: A root is a flower that disdains fame (forwarded by Jean from Art Funkhouser, Switzerland).
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World Dreams Peace Bridge
http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/
There can never be too many people dreaming of peace.
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Dream: Finding Coins
Stan Kulikowski II
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DATE : 20 jul 2005 07:13
=( yesterday was tuesday. i did not get much done during the day. i think i am still recovering from the journey to bainbridge island with my mother. we got home early sunday. the evening was a total waste with the white house commandeering reruns in primetime for just more disappointing political yap so i ran some of my DVDs until about 23:30 when i got to bed. it was not too difficult to get to sleep.
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my father and i are standing on the top of a grassy hill overlooking the air force base. the long concrete runways and rows of landing lights stretch out before us in geometric patterns. occasional aircraft come in for landings or depart in takeoffs. my father is retired from his career with the military, but he still enjoys watching the various airplanes go about their activities.
there is one aircraft flying that is of particular interest. it is a new experimental plane that is just on its test flights. i can only see it in shadow silhouette as it makes slow turns over the airbase.
this time of day, late afternoon, was chosen so the public would not get very good view of the new machine. it is striking in its appearance. its left wing is very truncated and short compared to its right wing which is extended and long, terminating with a heavy wing tank. its sleek fuselage bends down in the front just where the pilot sits. the airplane is large enough to be a bomber with a crew of several inside. i keep seeing glimpses of this machine and i wonder what its designation is.
another odd airplane comes flying just over us coming in for a landing. it is very short with stubby wings, no tail at all that i can see, and its front has a blunt panel that looks like the short wings but it is opposed to the airflow rather than slipping between like the wings.
then i hear a pip pip pipping noise as something small comes along the landing trajectory but it is coming up short of the runway.
indeed, this thing looks like a barrel and it bounces to a stop in the tall weeds just beside our viewing position. once on the ground, some mechanical legs orient itself so it points into the airbase. my father goes over to inspect the device.
"this is a signaling drone." he tells me, standing directly in front of the barrel between it and the airbase below. i wonder that this will interfere with its signal below. "come stand over here." he says to me. "the wavelengths of its signal will pass right through your body." he chuckles thinking about the data it must be passing through him, but i wonder if it is healthy to have energy beamed through your tissues. i do not join him.
"what about this shirt?" he asks me. i can see that he is wearing a long sleeve brown khaki uniform shirt that he had given me. the material is thick, old and starting to fray, but it is still a serviceable garment that looks good on him. "you had it just wadded up in the bottom of your knapsack."
so? what does it matter where i keep it? it is still a good shirt that i like to wear but not too often. "i see that you are wearing some of your old insignia on it." on the collars there are rather large brass chevrons of a staff sergeant. i wonder why he chose those as he was a master sergeant when he left the service many years ago.
i go over to the large white van that my father has driven here today. it has big glass windows so you can see inside, the kind that food vendors take to fairs and festivals to sell sausages to the public. my father never sells anything from it, but he likes to drive it as an extravagance to his friends houses. i have taken it for my own use with various organizations, but he usually complains about us sticking up posters inside to advertise whatever condiments we are selling. so i do not try to borrow it more than absolutely necessary.
i see a soldier come walking up the gravel lane to my father and the barrel signaling device. "you know that is putting out an optical signal." he says to my dad. "they can see through your clothes so i hope you do not mind being seen naked by the crew down there." my father shrugs his shoulders. he obviously does not mind.
back behind us, away from the end of the landing strip, is a gas station with a convenience store. i decide that i will go over to get a snack to eat, but as i come out of the tall grass onto the pavement, i see a coin in the dirt. i pick it up. it is a quarter covered in dirt.
then i see another quarter and a nickel nearby. then a half dollar and several more quarters. as i pick up the coins i try to keep a tally of how much money there is, but i keep finding more and more coins faster than i can add them up. this must be my lucky day as the value keeps adding up.
soon i have exhausted the supply of coins here. i notice a young man at the door of the convenience store looking my way. i try to appear like nothing out of the ordinary as i put the last of the coins into my pockets.
when i get to the gas pumps, i see another fatter coin in the dirt just by the concrete foundation of the pumps. this is a foreign coin, probably brass but it is very heavy with the picture of some spanish looking king on one side. when i brush some dirt away on the ground nearby i find a triangular coin with more foreign writing on it. this three sided coin seems to be made of solid gold.
"what have you got there?" someone asks me. i glance up to see a pretty young japanese woman talking to me. i slip the triangle coin into my pocket before she can get a good look at it.
but now i see three other oval shaped coins. when i pick them up, i see that these are silver. beside them in another smaller triangular coin but this one has the points rounded. "that coin is a maltese realie." the woman says to me. i wonder how much it is worth, but i do not ask.
she comes around behind me as i am finding still more exotic coins in the dirt. she lays her chin over my shoulder in a manner that is too friendly, but this contact feels good so i do not push her away. she just watches as i pick more coins out of the dirt, once in a while she will name a coin that must be particularly rare.
when i do stand up, she backs off a little. perhaps i should offer to share some of the coins with her, but for some reason i do not.
it seems like good fortune has favored me today and it would be bad karma to deny it by giving some of it away. i no longer want to go in the convenience store with my pockets full of lost coins.
as i start back towards my father's van, i put my hands in my pockets and discover that most of the coins, especially the large ones, are gone. i figure that the woman was picking my pockets when she was leaning against me being overly friendly. well, i guess i deserve that for not sharing my good fortune with her. there are only a few quarters still in my pockets.
a man slightly older than the others i have seen comes over to walk beside me. "you should have seen your face. you were greedy." he says to me, and makes some pig noise snorting through his nose.
"i guess you planted those coins there?" i ask him. some things are too good to be true, but i can not see any advantage to him and his confederates for this elaborate exercise.
"we do whatever is necessary to break the will of people. often the greatest pain is gotten only after the greatest pleasure is taken away." i am feeling somewhat threatened as he walks a little closer.
my father is not where i left him, and worse, the white van has been stripped. its tires are gone and the hood in front is up, its engine missing. the interior has been gutted, leaving only an empty shell.
these people must be part of an organized gang of thieves working this area. i hope they do not hurt my dad.
i am sizing up if i can defend myself from this guy when another man comes up. he is considerably more heavy than me, just the muscle needed here. when he takes hold of my shoulders, i shift my weight backwards trying to get under his center of gravity. there is a steep cliff on the hillside behind me and perhaps i can hurl him over the edge. probably i will be dragged along with him, but that seems better than fighting with two of them here.
=( awake at 07:00ish. my bedside clock has not been reset since the hurricane outage ran its battery flat and i do not have another nine volt replacement yet. on the return trip, i did find two pennies.
the first, face down, was just before a late flight that caused us to miss a connection and so we had to layover twelve hours. the second, face up, was before our last flight home, where we found that the hurricane did not do much lasting damage. i always accept any found coin, even though it has been explained to me that face down are unlucky. this trip to seattle was just about family duties, and so it is not odd that my dad would show up in a dream since he was on our minds often during the visit to my sisters house. my father, who died in 1994, did work at wright patterson air force base in ohio.
this scene was similar to the runways there, but without the hillside or gas station. he never owned a white van like this one with its misplaced utility. this dream starts off with details of wondrous technology but shifts into anxiety, greed and entrapment. the turning point seems to be the contention about the old khaki uniform shirt, which i do really have, but it was not given to me by my father. i do not know what moral i should extract from this experience, but it does feel heavy in significance like a fable. the female pickpocket is interesting to me as my relations with women have generally proven to be as brief and misguided. perhaps i am still expecting good fortune to come my way and this is a warning not to get my hopes up. )=
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CHICKEN COOP THINKING
copyright Al Bouchard 2000-2005
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dream_date: 1960s
dreamer_name: Eldermystic
dream_text: CHICKEN COOP THINKING
In my thirties, the recurring theme in my dreams was the naked self.
I was a STREAKER!
There were many variations to these naked self dreams. In these dreams, I found myself walking or running nude through a room or some other place. There were always other people around fully clothed. I was apprehensive about people seeing me naked. I hid behind doors, in bushes, or hid anywhere before I had enough courage to walk or run naked amongst other people. I wondered what they would think of me. Sometimes I had to return the same way to get my clothes. The apprehension of doing this was doubled. Afterwards, my reaction was, 'Nobody even noticed. What was I so worried about?"
At times an experience in daily life can trigger an understanding of a dream. One such event in my life happened at a private school where I taught. The school was in a rural area. The school had an operating farm. An empty chicken house was being used to store hay. One day the hay caught on fire. It became a flaming inferno in the building within minutes.
Across a small dirt road about twelve feet from the blazing building was another chicken house. The two buildings were parallel to each other. The flames shot across the road. The flames were licking at the side of the other chicken house. Soon, this second chicken house, also, caught fire. Eight hundred chickens were living in this house that caught fire. This house had been their home for about a year since they were hatched. Their whole life had been lived in this chicken house. They never went outside of it.
When we saw the danger to the chickens, a team of firefighters, students and teachers rushed to the side of the chicken house away from the fire. This side of the chicken house was one hundred feet long. The construction was very simple. The outside pine boards were covered with tar paper. These boards were nailed to two by four studs, two feet apart from each other. Nothing was nailed inside the studs.
In minutes we had holes opened in the wall. The chickens could escape from the heat, smoke and flames coming in from the other side. Ten minutes later, the entire length of the building was opened for the chickens to escape the flaming inferno.
Not one chicken stepped outside of the house. All eight hundred of these chickens died. There was nothing we could do to save them. Any chicken farmer knows why they died. The chickens lived their whole life in this house. The house was their protection from any danger. Outside the house was scary, dangerous. Inside was safety.
The cultural chicken house I grew up in had very restrictive ideas about dreams, people, sex, nudity, and spiritual awareness of any kind outside of organized religions. Genitals and women's breasts were to be covered. Dreams were denied any real existence.
Logical reasoning was superior to intuition. Men were superior to women, adults to children. Whites were superior to blacks and other ethnic peoples. Christians were superior to Jews and any other religious beliefs. Straights were superior to gays. Humans were superior to animals. Some occupations were superior to other occupations. Normal was superior to abnormal.
Remembering the incident with the chickens dying in their house gave me my first clues about my streaker dreams. I was, at that time, questioning beliefs in many areas of my life. Until then, I had accepted most beliefs rather passively. After all, I got them from my parents, relatives, friends, teachers, ministers. These were people I trusted and had faith in.
I began to find flaws in some of my beliefs. I began to strip off beliefs that didn't hold true for me anymore. With these beliefs stripped away, others could then see my true self. The fear, the apprehension, the hesitation before going out in front of others stripped of my cultural clothing was as real for me as the chicken's fear of leaving the safety of their house was for them.
I have often heard remarks like, "It's only a dream, it isn't real."; "It's something you ate."; "You were just overtired." And so chicken coop thinking begins about our dreams. It prevents us from wanting to understand and involve ourselves consciously with our dreams.
I have learned to embrace a cooperative attitude toward my dream experiences. My dreams help me strip myself of the chicken coop thinking of superiority I may have over others which prevents me from seeing others for the truly unique persons they are.
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The Dream Section is edited by Kat Peters-Midland
from the Rocky Mountain Dream Journal
Heres another interesting collection of dreams of the dream section of the Electric Dreams! We have dreams with marrying a priest, communicating with an angel, being sniffed and dragged by a tiger-lion, and watching a striped fish turning into a huge three-eyed fury creature
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Dream title: Necklace
Dream date: July 16
Dreamer name: anonymous
Dream text: My necklace of my Grandpas ashes was torn off by a clown and my Grandpa helped me pull it back
Dream comments: none
Dream title: I won the lottery
Dream date: 07/17/05
Dreamer name: anonymous
Dream text: I had a dream I won the lottery, I can only remember some of the numbers.
Dream title: Death
Dream date: 7/16/05
Dreamer name: soul
Dream text: All of a sudden I was in a room with one of my sisters and brother. My brother whispered in my ear that he wanted to tell my sister and me together that my oldest brother is dead.
Dream comments: I was sleeping peacefully on Saturday morning when I had this dream - it bothered me all morning long it seemed so real.
Dream title: Boyfriend
Dream date: last week
Dreamer name: BD
Dream text: Lately I have had several dreams that I am with other men (other than boyfriend)
Dream comments: I have been dating a wonderful man for a little bit over one year. Shortly after we started dating, my boyfriend moved away due to his work. I miss him very much and we talk every night and see each other every 2-3 months. I have been with 3 men in my life and I cannot understand these dreams. I do want to settle down however my boyfriend said that he is not ready to be committed to anyone. Am I unconsciously moving on?
Dream title: My mother screams!
Dream date: None given
Dreamer name: Candy
Dream text: I was 6 again and I woke up to the sound of my mom screaming and my dad fighting w/ her. I ran through the house to their room and their door was locked. I couldnt get in. All I could do was hear the screams and them fighting. I begged and screamed to let me in, for my dad to not hit her. Then I heard my mom scream one last time and then I knew I felt my mom was dead. He had beaten her.
Dream comments: I awoke from this dream crying and my mother came in my room and held me and I told her. But theyre divorced and both remarried. But I still have these dreams a lot. Ive had them for years after we left!! But it makes me wonder if maybe its me ...like maybe its me when Im older or something.
My dad used to beat my mom and me and my brother used to listen to her screams and wed see her bruises and all. My brother and mom used to protect me from this but my brother and mom got hit a lot. I am now almost 15.
Dream title: Persephone
Dream date: 8-2-2003
Dreamer name: MA
Dream text: An angel came and I communicated with her. But the conversation went faster and faster and my mind couldn't keep up. Then there was a spirit, whispering a name Persephone. Then the dream started with a young girl playing in a window. The flowers grew as she danced through the flowers. Then there was all blackness. Next I saw a man on his knees in front of me. When I looked next to me I saw a throne - a man was sitting on it. He wore a crown. Then I saw a close up of a pyramid, with people pulling strings. Then there was a bird; a black bird with red feathers at the end of the wings. Next I saw a Greek kind of picture, with tents. It might have been a little Roman-like maybe. Then there was a little green house and a big fire. Then there was a house by a road and a big pile of bodies. The last one was an angel in the universe.
Dream comments: Real pretty site. I still don't quite know what to make of it. Could be anything.
Dream title: Destruction
Dream date: July 20
Dreamer name: JJ
Dream text: It was a sunny day. I was looking through a birds eye, looking down at this place that seemed to have been a war zone. As I was coming down, there was a soldier on the ground that looked tired and seemed to be listening to something. I could here him talking to me in my head as I kept flying, looking around at what happened. He kept saying something like "they destroyed everything, they ruined everything." As I kept looking everywhere, this single plane came from behind me and as it went pass me. It dropped a bomb where the soldier was and I knew he was dead.
Dream comments: The location seemed to be in some city in the U.S. It sort of looked like a deserted town and the trees looked mangled.
Dream title: Nightmare in TX
Dream date: July 20, 2005
Dreamer name: SO
Dream text: It started off by me sitting in the backseat of a car and I was smoking a cigarette. I ended up in the front with two Caucasian males in the back. I looked in the backseat I saw Charles Lee Ray (Chucky) and he stabbed the two guys. He tried to get to the front seat. I was about to jump out of the window but he cut my ankle, as I was doing it. I screamed and I made it out of the window. As I was backing away from the S.U.V., he (Chucky) was behind me about to stab me.
Dream comments: I woke up in a cold sweat and confused.
Dream title: Forbidden Doors
Dream date: 7/14/2005
Dreamer name: Anonymous
Dream text: It was the forbidden feeling of being in a forbidden land of desire and lust of peace and war. I was not sure if it was heaven or hell but I felt both the pain and the pleasure. For a moment I thought I was dead and this was the afterlife. But there was a battle to get back and breathe. It was a total state of joy and pain mixed all together in one situation of death and the eternal dream of the eternal life.
Dream comments: I am not sure about this dream but I think this is what happens when we stop breathing and give up the light of our eyes. I am scared of dying without having the chance of being loved and be in love. I want to feel something and be totally insane.
Dream title: Water
Dream date: July 17, 2005
Dreamer name: Anonymous
Dream text: I was traveling with my friend; at the end of our trip my friend drowned in a river. I actually saved him and he lay down in my arms and he was so weak....
Dream comments: I am confused by this dream.
Dream title: Big Cat
Dream date: 7/23/05
Dreamer name: EY
Dream text: I am dreaming that I become conscious of a tiger or a lion (flits between the two) that is sniffing my face. I can feel its whiskers on my face, and feel it breath. It starts pawing at my chest and face. I am consciously telling myself to pretend I am still asleep so that it doesnt attack me. I then get a sensation of being dragged by its claws under my chin across the bed. I can feel my hair getting caught under my body as Im dragged. I then summon all my strength and throw the cat onto the floor. I land on top of it and then it disappears. When I try to get up I am paralyzed.
Dream comments: When I wake up from this dream, I find that I cant move my joints/limbs for what seems like ages, but I guess is only about 10 seconds. This is the third same type of dream that I have had for the last three nights, but last night was particularly disturbing. These are proving to be hideously scary and I have tried to try and find the metaphors in them, but am not really succeeding. The dream described above happened in about of approximately 45 minutes sleep.
Dream title: What came out of my bathtub?
Dream date: 07/23/2005
Dreamer name: FG
Dream text: I was giving my daughter a bath, in my childhood bathroom, when all of a sudden there was something alive in the water. My daughter Julia was a little afraid, but I was not at first, figuring fish sometimes come through drain. Well we could not see in the water, but a striped fish (like a yellow clown fish) came up and looked distressed. Then we saw more splashing and it looked like some fur creature was in the water. I became afraid and my daughter and I left the bathroom. I was not sure what to do. I went back into the bathroom to get something for my daughter when I this three eyed huge fury creature on all fours greeted me at the door. It pushed itself up on two legs and put its paws on my shoulders. Its fur was soft- not course and gross like I thought it would be. I was very scared. Next scene this thing and I are walking down my old neighborhood. I am frightened to run away from it. We see a neighbor and I hope he sees how strange this creature is and help me. I am afraid that if I scream out for help or act like I need help the creature will tear into me. The neighbor talks with me, pets the creature, but does not comment about him. The last image is of the three eyed creature looking at me, somewhat questioningly.
Dream comments: I had another dream right after this one and wondered if they were some how related.
Dream title: Grandpa
Dream date: 7/23/05
Dreamer name: Patio
Dream text: My entire family (on my dad's side) was at an old time café-like place where there were singers and entertainment. Then towards the end of the night the announcer introduced the final show. It was my grandpa and he got up there in his purple dress shirt and black pants with his shiny shoes. H e sang his heart out. Then after the show he came out from backstage and said hi to everyone, then came up to me and said, "I've always been here and I always will be."
Dream comments: I just started crying and then I woke up crying. My grandpa died when I was 5 years old. I never really got a chance to know him. A few months before this dream, my grandma died. Before I went to bed that night, I asked her to help me with a problem I had.
Dream title: Marrying a priest
Dream date: July 25, 2002
Dreamer name: SY
Dream text: I was marrying a priest and the priest gave me a kiss on my cheek
Dream comments: Not sure what this means.
Dream title: Finally Pregnant
Dream date: 7/27/2005
Dreamer name: D26
Dream text: I was pregnant but I didn't look like I was. I had mixed feelings about my pregnancy I was feeling happy because I'm 26 and I have been wanting a baby so badly, but at the same time I felt ashamed.
Then I saw my aunt and then my guy cousin walked in walk into the room that I was in. Then I saw the expression on my aunts face, and I saw that she was ashamed when she saw me. Then I got this sick feeling in my stomach and couldn't believe what was going on in my dream. I was pregnant by my cousin. I started to scream and couldnt believe it! Then all of a sudden I was in labor, delivering this beautiful baby girl. Again the feeling of happiness came and following the sick feeling in my stomach also ....After nursing my baby I put her down and we fell asleep. When I woke up I realized I had laid her on her stomach and she was not breathing and was stiff. I start to panic and cry, trying to bring her back to life. I started to give her CPR, then a breeze came from nowhere and she started to breath again. I felt so happy to see her alive again, so I just held her tight.
Dream comments: My dream was very disturbing for me. I woke up feeling sick to my stomach because the father of my baby was my cousin-but at the same time I had a precious baby I have wanted so bad in my life. In real life I'm very close to my aunt and cousin.
Dream title: about my deceased friend
Dream date: Feb or March 05
Dreamer name: coroner22
Dream text: I am in a restaurant in California, I dont know why because I am not there to eat. When I go outside I am on the beach. I see my friend with her mother and I go sit with them. Steph and I go and sit on a table to smoke a cigarette. I go to where the tide is coming in and I get knocked over. Every time I try to get up I just get knocked over again. I am literally drowning in less than one foot of water. Then I wake up in my bed and there is a letter from her on top of my chest. It is written in watercolor or something because most of the words arent readable, like it got wet. What I can read says she is sorry and that she loves us. It also says for me to tell her mom she is sorry but she is in a better place.
Dream comments: My best friend died the day after my birthday this year. After this I had many dreams about her but this one stuck out the most. This freaked me out but I have not dreamed of her since then.
Dream title: crazy
Dream date: 07/12/05
Dreamer name: help me
Dream text: I am at this friends house. She needs to talk to me but she cant. Every time she tries to tell me something, nothing comes out.
Dream comments: Ive had this dream for the last 3 nights. This friend in the dream used to be my best friend; we were best friends for 10 years. We have not been friends for about 3yrs now.
Dream title: snakes
Dream date: 07-01-2005
Dreamer name: star
Dream text: I just dream a lot of snakes around me
Dream comments:
Dream title: drowning lamb
Dream date: July 1 2005
Dreamer name: artchild
Dream text: I was standing at the edge of a man made waterway in a desert, which had a drop off step every 20 or so feet, creating little dams. Below me there was a sheep and the water only came up to her knees, and seeing me, she was frolicking/dancing in the water. I felt a presence behind me, and the hand of a man I know (though I didn't see him) on my side. I turned my head halfway to see him, but didn't look completely. I looked again at the sheep, but she had become a lamb, and cocked her head to the side, and then splayed her front feet and drowned herself, floating down the river over the little dams away. My heart wanted to save her, but rationally, I couldn't move because of the man at my back.(he didn't threaten me in the dream at all).
Dream comments: In waking life, I am fearful of the man who is in my dream because I find myself attracted to him and I don't want to be. He and I have much tension between us and we oppose one another by me ignoring him for the most part, (despite what I feel) and him saying in a recent letter that he loathes me. This is rather weird...
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Dreamer name: anonymous
Dream text: I walk downstairs to my living room towards the Christmas tree. All of the presents were gone and I am totally confused. The presents are e all outside all ripped apart and messed up. Then I start to cry because everything is gone. My dad was saying it is my fault for putting the presents near a power bar, or something which got hot. Some people come in and help save us by throwing the presents outside. I am still crying because I am getting blamed. Then we find some of the presents in the cupboard. Then the scene changes and I'm sitting in class at school, which suddenly changes to sitting in the auditorium. I am singing in this funny high-pitched voice, and this girl comes up to me and says she likes me and I say she is nice. Suddenly she starts taking off her pants. I say um you better look behind you, because the vice principal is behind her. The VP pulls her and points to me and says come with me. Then I find out I'm suspended for so long and I have detention. I just start crying because I've never been suspended and this is going to make me look bad with my reputation etc. I'm sitting in class and the VP tells me to follow her through the cafeteria. So we're walking through the cafe and some kid spills juice all over, so she has to deal with that student first. As I'm standing there I see an old lady who slips and falls on the ground. I help her up and realize this lady looks sort of like my grandma who just died. Then I call the old lady the name that I called my grandma that no one else did. And she says something like "I used to have a grandson or granddaughter who called me that". But I didn't really hear that part well. Then I told her my grandma had just died and I started crying and crying. Then I woke up completely confused.
Dream comments: none
Dream title: fire forest
Dream date: 07/10/2005
Dreamer name: Jet
Dream text: I was in this trailer and when I went out I was on my street that I live on but it was really dark (we have our own land so we're surrounded by trees and across the street is where horses and cows graze). I looked across the street and the beautiful pasture was a dark fiery forest that I had to cross to get my family to safety; one by one I got all of them. Every time I went through the forest I got burned but neither one of my family members did. After I had gotten all of them out, I was in a bathroom killing spiders
Dream comments: I really didn't understand it but i just think it meant Im the strongest out of my family maybe or the weakest.
Dream title: cats
Dream date: July 6, 2005
Dreamer name: anonymous
Dream text: My dream was scary all types of cats that had rabies were trying to kill me and my fiancé had to kill them.
Dream comments: it felt very real and it was black and white
Dream title: hair cut
Dream date: june 23
Dreamer name: bmw
Dream text: I was cutting an old friends hair, when all of a sudden my hair trimmer became engulfed in puss in the crown of his head. I then jumped back and said what's that and he turned around and said to me that he does have seizures and that it was the result from a tumor.
Dream comments: I havent seen this friend in over 17 years, who recently died about two weeks prior to the dream. In waking life, he was overweight and had a thyroid problem.
Dream title: Super Hero #6
Dream date: July 4, 2005
Dreamer name: ST
Dream text: I was on a super-hero team that was trying to reassemble after many years apart. We met at a huge, rundown and creepy mansion. It was broad daylight out. Most of the team was there, but one of our former members, a young man, had turned evil. He was down in front of the house, taunting us as we stood on balconies and at windows. I climbed down the wall to attack him (I could cling to walls), but he would teleport away, laughing.
Later that night, those of us who were still good went to a baseball game. There were a lot of prizes being given out during the game. The evil guy was there, but only I could see him. He lured me away into some tunnels like air conditioning ducts. I crawled in as far as I could go, and felt very attracted to him. He kissed me and vanished. I felt dreamy.
Dream comments: I am 27, female, and have been very happily married for over a year and a half. I had this dream after I started taking Zoloft again (after a mostly good year off of it), for depression and anxiety attacks. I was just starting to feel better, and had decided to stay at my job. I also started doing research into the Jehovah's Witnesses cult I was in for the first 25 years of my life, and their lies and contradictions.
Dream title: Black Socks
Dream date: 07-01-05
Dreamer name: Lyric22
Dream text: I parked my car on the wrong side of the street {It was facing north in the south bound lane}. And I started walking home. This is a residential area. It's a rather short walk, but I didn't mind. Im counting black socks, as Im walking. There are 13 and I keep losing count because of different thoughts that are coming to me. Before I reach home there are 3 men trying to fix a red jeep, with the hood is up. They are very muscular and attractive, but I can't see their faces. I want to give them one of the socks but I don't because I dont want to have to explain the meaning of the gesture. I know that the sock will help them but I dont want them to think Im crazy. I enter the house and it's dark not pitch black but dim. And suddenly my living room looks like a club with a performance on the stage; Im lying in bed watching it.
Dream comments: I'm not an avid television watcher. This dream felt very real to me, and I'm searching for the meaning. I'm not superstitious, but I dont want to rule out the possibility that something bad is coming my way.
Dream title: Gardening Tools
Dream date: 11/5/05
Dreamer name: Zipper
Dream text: My friend and I are in a white house with black shutters, but we arent there for long. We soon leave for church, but we dont stay long there either. We go back to the house and decide to stay up late. We want to see if the house is haunted. As the clock strikes 12:00, dead people, mostly butlers and housekeepers come inside. All have been killed by gardening tools and have come back to life. My friend and I go out to the shed and take out gardening tools and start hitting each other with them, eventually killing each other. We come back to life and wearing black hoodies and black jeans; you cant see our faces. We start walking to the woods. A cop comes up and asks where we are going and we say in complete unity "We are falling deeper into the woods where no man shall roam." And then the dream ends.
Dream comments: none
Dream title: none given
Dream date: none given
Dreamer name: anonymous
Dream text: I seem to be traveling through space, going through worm holes (complete with the 90 degree right turn) and such. The worm hole was red with violet streaks of light. Then I slow down and come into a field of stars, and finally stop. I look around and take in the scenery when my attention is drawn to my right. I notice a 'silhouette' filled with stars (smaller and more compact) and this makes it easier for me to see her. She is in a kneeling position. To her left is someone who is laying down, they have the same silhouette appearance. The person that is lying down then lifts their arm and turns the palm up. Soon a reddish-orangish radiating ball of light starts traveling from the shoulder down the arm and into the palm of the hand of the one that is lying down. The other figure reaches out, levitates the ball into her hand, focuses and then gently tosses the ball up into the universe. This process happens seven (or more) times in the exact same way.
Dream comments: This was the second space dream I had with worm holes. I have had a total of 5 space dreams. The first one was simply worm holes, field of stars, then a movie screen appeared, symbols start flashing across the screen.
Dream title: check
Dream date: june 1, 2005
Dreamer name: nette
Dream text: I receive a check for over $140,000.00. The check was a real big one, not the normal size check. It is more like a poster size check. It was white. There were a lot of people there while I was receiving this check and
Dream comments: While I was having this dream my right hand was itching to the point that I woke up rubbing my hand. It felt like someone was digging in my hand or I was being branded but in the hand where no one can see it. I think my dream means I am supposed to have money, and I will it but I don't know when.
Dream title: so real
Dream date: none given
Dreamer name: SA
Dream text: I had a dream of being in a cave with monsters and just evil all around me. They were trying to kill me for unknown reasons!
Dream comments: none
Dream title: Elevator Removed
Dream date: May, 2005
Dreamer name: Destiny's Grandma
Dream text: I was walking through a largely staffed office area greeting everyone and making sure everyone was getting along alright. I then began walking toward an elevator. The doors opened to the elevator, I walked inside, and the doors closed behind me. I turned around to face the doors I had just entered only to find I was standing at the rear of an empty elevator shaft. I saw the long cords. I was suspended in air or space looking up and down for light. There was no light to find an entry to a building floor at all. It was as if the elevator disappeared and I was suspended in air without a way out and no light to guide me to let me know what to do next. However, I was not afraid.
Dream comments: The dream seems strange, but meaningful...
Dream title: Giving Birth
Dream date: 06/18/2005
Dreamer name: anonymous
Dream text: I had a dream that I was in the hospital giving birth to a baby boy. I had no Idea that I was pregnant.
Dream comments: none
Dream title: Shocked
Dream date: 6-26-05
Dreamer name: m00nbeam5
Dream text: I was lying half-asleep, half-awake in my bed this morning and through closed eyelids I heard someone coming into my room from opposite where there was a door. I suddenly realized that it was but wasn't my room, it was another room just like my own but instead of the doorway facing the west it was on the northern wall near the eastern corner. The furniture was the same and in the same place.
As this person got closer, I found that I was paralyzed with fright, unable to move or scream for anyone. When she entered the room I could not make out what she looked like and all of a sudden she lifted this long metallic object. As soon as she touched me with it I felt a shock as strong as I have never felt before. I did not even notice her leaving the room but when I came to my senses, she was gone. I laid there for a while wondering why I could not wake up completely when I heard her approaching again. I turned my head towards the door and tried screaming again and once again I had no voice. In my mind, I fought hard to wake up before I felt the next jolt from this, this strange person, but I could not. As I looked toward the lamp with the door beyond, she entered with the same object, and I felt the oddly wonderful unbearable shock again. When I came to I was wide awake and back in my room. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Dream comments: This is the first time I have had this dream but not the first time that I have had a dream where I have tried waking up but couldn't. I wonder if it will it happen again tomorrow.
Dream title: Dolphin Coupling
Dream date: June 25, 2005
Dreamer name: Basement Woman
Dream text: I'm with Anne in a science museum setting -a dark room with a big Omni Theater-type screen. The movie is about the life cycle. I think it s going to have to do with different kinds of sexual couplings. It starts and shows dolphins. Then it shows four still frames of a pregnant dolphin, more like a cartoon. It explains how sometimes one particular dolphin baby will move around a lot in its mother s stomach (and in these diagram/drawings it shows the outlines of many babies in the mother s stomach at once), and doing this would make the mother uncontrollably go (this is really hard to explain) like a plastic fish fortune teller thing you hold it in your hand and it bends back and forth in the middle, flipping erratically). So this cartoon showed how one dolphin baby in particular, one that would often turn out to be quite special, would move so much it would make its mother convulse suddenly into an inverse arc. This would be startling and seemingly violent, but inside all the babies, though shaken, would actually think it was great fun. And the mother herself would be fine as soon as it was over. It was a sign of things to come with a certain baby like this, who, I sensed, watching this, was male.
Then Anne and I were seemingly in this same place but it was filled to waist level or maybe deeper with water and there were young dolphins in the water. We each had snorkels. Anne had been here before, maybe many times. She was giving me tips. She said to be careful not to get to close to them from behind because they might kick you in the face with their tails. I went under to look. She said, Be careful. She was petting a dolphin and in fact its tail was right by my face. I couldnt figure out how to get the snorkel to work comfortably and I kept having to hold my breath against the water. But then I stood again to talk to Anne. She said, Do you want to have oral sex? I said, What do you mean? She said, Ive gotten to know this male dolphin who s about 7 or 8 years old. He gives really good oral sex. I was curious. She and I waded over to a part of the room right near the white film screen, which was now blank, no film going at all. She introduced me to this dolphin and then left us alone. Before she left she gave me this round section of handmade decorative soap. One side of it had these rounded white nubs on it, sort of like a hand-held massage tool. It was very pretty, flecked with various colors, but she didnt explain what to do with it. I was now naked, though I don t remember taking off my clothes. The dolphin was right there, and as I confronted him I dropped the soap and it fell to the bottom near me. The dolphin was gentle, but persistent and powerful. I sensed it would be unwise to struggle. It nosed between my legs and seemed to enjoy sniffing down there. I again fussed with my snorkel so that I could go under the water and watch what he was doing. I tried to relax and be comfortable. Also I was nervous and a little afraid. The dolphin seemed to be licking me down there. I ducked my head under the water to see without the snorkel and then I was just under the water and didnt even need to hold my breath. I breathed on my own just fine under there somehow. The dolphin licked and nuzzled and burrowed its nose into me and it felt very foreign but also very good. I held on to the sides of his head and put my arms on his backside and I was very conscious of my human nakedness in contrast, but it seemed very beautiful to me. I felt a bit like a mermaid, my legs floating out on the sides of the dolphin s body, which was connected to mine. After a while it almost seemed like the dolphin became furry, like velvet or micro fiber, and had longer more elephant like ears, which I held onto like handles. And then I could hear him talking to me, telling me things. The voice was just in the air (or water rather) around me and at first it didnt register, but then I realized it must be him, and I tried to focus on it, but I dont remember now what he said to me. In a way I didnt like the talking because I felt it kept interrupting the sex, which was bringing me closer to orgasm but then when hed stop and talk I would lose that feeling a little bit.
I don t remember how this ended, but then I was in our hotel room and I was about to take a shower when my husband came back from somewhere with the soap that Anne had given me. He held it out to me and he seemed both curious and hurt. He said, This is yours, isnt it? I dont know what you did with it, but you slept with someone else, didnt you? Then he said, not as a question, You had sex with Dave. At first I didnt know who he meant. Then I thought he must mean Dave from dream group. I said, No, I didnt. And then I told him about the dolphin. He was OK with that. He didnt seem jealous about a dolphin. Then I said, I can t believe you were so sure and matter-of-fact that I had had sex with Dave. Why would you think that? But I woke up before he could answer.
Dream comments: I've been in a weekly dream group for six years and I also do private dream work. Anne has been in the group with me since I started. We are the only two "founding members" of the group left. Dave is also in my dream group. I've known him for about two years.
I've never submitted a dream to Electric Dreams before. In fact, I just discovered Electric Dreams after I had this dream and looked up "dreams, dolphins, sex" on the Internet to glean some insight. There I found a very interesting article by Trisha Lamb ("Dolphins, Whales, and Dreamtime"). Wow, is all I can say (especially the part about people often discovering they can breathe under water when in the company of dolphins). I feel this was one of those "big dreams" for me. I can't stop thinking about it.
Dream title: smile apon her face
Dream date: ever other week
Dreamer name: Tommy
Dream text: On the coast of Oregon the waves pound against the rocks of the jetti, it is so loud like I was actually there. The sky was black and fog was creeping in...but I saw something white at the end of the jetti - it was a person. I knew this person was in. I climbed the cold rocks of the jetti, why was I cold? With each crash of the waves colder I felt but fially, drenched with sea water, i made it to the figure. A girl. She wore pale white, soaked completely, matching her pale skin. If I hadn't seen her face I would of sworn she was a ghost. She was most certainly alive her face has been burned into my memory form the that first night on. She has flame red hair that swirled around her in the wind and green eyes that burn with life and strength. A determined chin and pouty lips, I know I have never seen her before in my life. And every time I have this dream i realize this. So we stood there and then she says "this is the last time, I promise..." her voice is full of such sadness it brakes my heart, and I dont now why. I take a step towards her and she jumps...So I jump in after her but that water is freezing and stormy so its hard but I feel like I cant let her go. Finally I reach her and she says something, but I never hear it. We get on to one of the rocks but everything is so cold and I know she is dying. Her eyes are dim and her lips tremble, the hand that is around my neck is going limp, but she smiles. "Youre not going to die...promise me youre not going to die." I say that every time; she gives me a weak icy kiss. Then she says,"I promise... but only because you said you loved me..." Her voice was barely a whisper but I still could hear her over the raging storm. I wake up shivering.
Dream comments: My dream is now precious to me. I've been wondering about it for some time. You see I lived on the west cost for a few years So I know that is where it takes place, I even know the jetti that it takes place on...but I dont know the other person that is with me. I find that is the question that I need to answer. Im a normal guy I never use to remember my dreams before this one but now I have it all the time and I know I have never seen her before.
Dream title: none
Dream date: 03-03-05
Dreamer name: anonymous
Dream text: I was standing outside my childhood church. I walk up the sidewalk and from around the side of the church, my sister walks up to meet me. We join hands and walk up the stairs and into the church. We open the door and instantly I realize that we are at a funeral. I am in the casket and the funny part about it was that my sister is sitting in the front pew beside my mom.
Dream comments: none
Dream title: Fear of falling
Dream date: every week
Dreamer name: SA
Dream text: I am in a lift, alone and usually I have an intense feeling of fear. I know that the lift will fall or stop and I am in dread of falling on the ground. The lift stops and I try to find a way of getting out, always thinking that it will begin falling. Usually the lift opens or someone else opens it. I realize that I am between two floors and there is only a small gap to get out. Rarely do I manage to get out of the lift with a feeling of utter relief.
Dream comments: I have seen this dream 3-4 times over the last two years. But the last month I see it almost every week. I am sure that it has an important meaning, I feel it. Yet I cannot understand exactly what it tries to tell me.
Dream title: Babies
Dream date: some times
Dreamer name: one baby
Dream text: I have this dream where I have a husband and 45 kids, but only 15 of them are mine. The rest I adopted. They are all different kinds of race. I have this big house to fit all of them in. My 15 kids are only 12 months apart - that means I only waited only 3 months before I had another baby.
Dream comments: I worry that there is something wrong with me
Dream title: Dreams of the future
Dream date: Januar 2005
Dreamer name: Eesh
Dream text: My deceased father of 2 years comes to me and shows me the future. He shows me the future in 40 years to come. He gives me instructions to tell and teach my children. I see my offsprings children.
Dream comments: We must start now as a whole. Through our intellect and positive thoughts, know that we create our reality.
Dream title: tooth
Dream date: 6/4/05
Dreamer name: anonymous
Dream text: Im in a classroom, listening. All of a sudden I sneeze, with my hand covering mouth. I realize I sneezed a tooth and I stare at it. I looked at the dorsal (back) side and it looks rusty, dirty, and unclean. I run to find a mirror and determine which tooth it was. I feel embarrassment.
Dream comments: I focused on what the tooth looked like on its back side. It was a very big tooth and I could tell it was not normal.
Dream title: End of the world
Dream date: Feb. 6th 2005
Dreamer name: nefarious
Dream text: I was deep in the country with family i had never met. There were two run down garages, and one new one. Three children hovered around my knee designating me the sitter. We all gathered round watching my father tinker away at the wounded family vehicle, my aunt had swollen ankles and looked to be about 8 months along with her pregnancy and dredfully uncomfortable. I offered to drive her back down the hill to the house, or maybe make her a place to sit down. "Oh lord I'll be fine" she moved in closer and whispered how gratefull she was for our visit. The last few words were drown out by the iruption of an air horn. Goose bumps shot up and down my body as the memories of when I'd heard the horn before came racing back. The horn always meant Tornado. The sky was clear, no wind, and this wasn't Texas. My father crawling out from underneath the car was the only movement for what seemed like forever, while all our hearts pounded in our chests, and our eyes darted back and forth at each other as if searching for clues. The children were no longer at my knee but thier mothers, looking overwhelmed i helped her calm thier nerves, making promises I didn't know that i could keep. It'll be fine, nothing to worry about, we're all together. My father spoke up for me to drive down to the water with the children, where the horn was coming from. "If we need anything, There will be someone there to help, and those kids are your ticket to the front of the line." I nodded my head and walked to my car letting my aunt explain to her children that they were going on a little trip with cousin Tiffany. My hands were far too shakey to be making anymore false promises. We drove fast down the dirt road, Then faster on the main. I saw only two cars moving my same direction, but it gave me hope... Hope that i was going the right way, and a little fear that I was wrong. I made a long windy turn to the right, when i saw flashing lights from police cars and blown our tires a little further down from people trying to run the road block to get out of town. I saw a familiar blank face, and pulled over. I took the children and followed this dark skinned man, holding only an oversized bottle of water. He looked at me for a long while before finally saying, "Plague." "It's everywhere, We're going to be treated, just have to wait here awhile." I trusted him, and had no idea why.
"My Family"
he interrupted me. "They're already gone, picked up by the transit." They will be where you are going." I didn't feel like I had a choice as if we had reached a point of no return. I blacked out for awhile... The next i knew i walking down a long watery hall with the dark skinned man, a women i had never seen before and three small children holding each others hand in single file. "Thank God! I haven't lost them." I thought to myself. The cave opens up to what looks like a giant locker room. A humid heat hit me in the face, the only light was an occational florecent bulbs dangeling from above. We took a seat on a blue bench that matched the walls and the floor. There were sculptures built into the walls and Chains on the doors. The sculptures were so old, deteriorating, and discolored. A boy riding a bike was one sculpture i remember looking at. Layers of the face were crumbled off and then my eyes wandered onto the floor. A pile of clothes sat plainly. I didn't give it much thought until the bulb of light swung closer to the heap. A residue lined the pile two feet out on the cement floor and on the lockers behind. There was a stream of red flowing down the hall into a drain. I saw a line of people... waiting for something. I walked slowly to the last person in line and asked, "what are you waiting for" the girl turned in pain, She was young i could tell but her arms and face looked eighty years old, "I'm waiting, like you'll wait" her head flew back violently, and started to shake. I stepped far away from her, as the women in front of her turned around. "MY BABY! Oh god my baby." The girls body split open from end to end right before my eyes, then as soon as the blood hit the ground it started to dry up, just like the pile up the hall. The girls mother sat sobbing over the pile of clothes her daughter wore. "We were waiting.... We were waiting for a civilized death. I wanted her to drift to sleep with no pain. she didn't deserve this."
Dream comments: This was by far the most vivid dream i've had since i can remember. unlike any other dream that once you wake you begin to forget. It stayed with me. Everthing i looked at reminded me of what i had dreamed. but what the hell does it mean. I hadn't watched and horror movies, nothing gave me any clue to were this dream came from. can you help?
Dream title: The Girl
Dream date: 13
Dreamer name: Libby20
Dream text: The dream started out with a phone call from a freaky Asian Guy. While he was talking about Thursday. A Girls hair started to creep out from underneath a cabinet. I was confused about what the heck the hair was doing creeping out from under the cabinet so I reached forward to touch it. As my hand grew nearer an arm fell down from right beside the hair, and there was a moan of pain, anger, and hunger. I screamed, dropped the phone, and then ran from the room and into my bedroom. My bedroom was different. It had two beds instead of one and a girl I've never seen before was on the extra bed reading. Then the Asian people who were, I guess, supposed to be my parents walked in asking why I screamed. I started to open my mouth to tell them why. But instead of an explanation, out of my mouth came a bloodcurdling scream. For standing in the doorway was the scariest girl I've ever seen. Just standing there looking at me with blank eyes. As I stood there screaming my life flashed before my eyes. Then I heard my Asian parents telling me to wake up. They asked if I was ok. I wanted to ask them if they saw the girl. But before I could open my mouth to talk the same moan as before rang from the hall. This time however it was louder and more meancing. My Asian father went to the hall to see what it was and he screamed.
Dream comments: This was supposed to be scary. In fact it was the scariest dream i've ever had. I don't know why everyone was Asian though.
Dream title: The Five Babies
Dream date: May 17, 2005
Dreamer name: MLBJ
Dream text: I had five babies; three of them were boys and the fourth one was a girl. The girl got put in ICU...and the fifth one died. I never got to see it and I don't know if it was a boy or a girl.
Dream comments: none
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