This is where I shall be
Housing the archives, for the year 2000.
The List to the right contains
dreams that were dreamt before October of 2000. Before I began to write down my
They Are now in chronological order, incase that
is important to you. That list will most likely grow as I find older dreams hidden deep in
You can find the remainder of the years
dreams at the links below separated by the months in which they were dreamt.
September Dreams 2K
October Dreams 2K
November Dreams 2K
December Dreams 2K
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This is an old dream I
found with a bunch of 1993 stuff. I don't have an exact date on it.
I got off the bus. It
seemed like the passengers were school age but not really. I needed a cup
of coffee real bad so I ran through the school to find the coffee pot and
I was scared to death the bus driver would leave without me. I found
coffee and went running back to the bus and I was the only one left to get
on. The driver was like "hurry up girl, we are waiting on you."
I remember feeling really shy and embarrassed and glad that he had waited.
I sat on the bus next to some dark skinned, dark haired guy who I think I
had a crush on but he wouldn't have normally been my type. He started
hitting on me and I was flattered but the bus driver liked me too and he
told this guy to stop and they kind of argued about whether or not I
wanted him to stop and I really like this guy next to me. So anyway,
somehow all the passengers were gone but me and the bus driver and he
asked me what was wrong and I told him I didn't know how to tell him
without hurting him. He said to tell him anyway. So I told him I liked the
other guy on the bus and he didn't say anything but I felt really bad and
I remember pressing my nose up against the window as I watched the scenery
Even now, this dream
makes me feel really sad as if I missed an opportunity that I might not
get again in this life. Weird, huh?
May 1, 2K
Big Storm...I follow a woman and man
across the beach to the woman's house and I am carrying a kitten and a
dog. the waves are crashing in and I finally decide I am going to have to
let the big dog walk and just guide it by the collar and continue to carry
the kitten as it is so small and would be washed away by the waves. We get
to the woman's house and look back and the entire beach is nearly gone.
And I tell the woman this and she laughs and says "every time we have
a storm like this, it washes that beach away and we have to rebuild
it." In the house is now the man, the woman, me, the dog, the kitten,
a teenage girl and a young boy. The storm is getting worse outside and
there is a sound like knocking at the door and suddenly the door bursts
open, the tail of the hurricane...like a tornado funnel tail is hovering
just outside, then reaches in and plucks the teenage girl, who is holding
the little boy in her arms, sweeps them both out of the house. The woman
runs to the door and slams it shut. I start moving toward the middle of
the home to a safer place wondering why we didn't move inward sooner.
There is an empty hot tub that I settle into with the kitten and make the
dog lay down beside me, and the man and woman follow me in. The dream
shifts and the woman gets a call on her beeper telling her that somebody
is trying to break into her house. We all get out of the hot tub to
investigate and here I zone in on the man trying to breach the alarm
system on her home. he is dressed in emergency gear with a full face mask
like riot gear on and pretending that he is with the electric company. The
storm has passed and the townspeople are returning in the street. The
streets are overcast and covered in debris. The man realizes he might get
caught and tries to reset everything and move away from the woman's house
before anyone catches him...but the town people start asking him questions
and the man and woman show up behind him. The man knows he is surrounded
and trapped....and the dream ends.
I meet Darlene and Tina for dinner at
IVM... where we all used to work. And when I get there, Darlene is there
but I can tell that she is very reluctant to be there...almost like she
has resigned herself to sit through the dinner. I can tell that she has
told Tina what has happened between us and that there is a teaming up
between Darlene and Tina in order to protect each other from Me. Tina had
to talk Darlene into having dinner with us. .It is as though I am meeting
them as adversaries when I thought we were meeting as friends.
Dream One, big wind
representing miscommunications. The
kitten represents the psychi and the dog, loyalty. I have to carry
my psychic ability because it is too young and small to manage on its own
but the dog is big and strong and basically says that my loyalty should be
able to stand on it own merit. The man, woman, girl and boy,
represent child versions of the self and adult versions of the self.
My inner children are swept away buy this storm (this miscommunication).
My children are being misunderstood, and the worst part here is that I
don't defend them. When they are taken, we don't try to rescue them
we just slam the door on their backs. That really tells me something
I don't want to hear about myself (or shows me that I need to give my
inner child a little more attention). To me the break in thing
represents me coming to terms with what I have just discussed here,
because I just now found myself trapped and cornered into admitting that
my children needed attention.
Dream Two, as sometimes happens there
is a fore shadow in your dreams of real life happenings. And, the
above is a real scenario that happened, except Darlene had not told Tina
and Darlene did not come to dinner. So, what was manifested here is
my fear that the slight Darlene felt I had delivered to her was going to
influence my relationship with Tina. It did not, but it was enough
to know the fear existed.
April 19, 2K
Two nights ago...
I was in a large ceremony and something has just gone drastically
wrong...at which point my mother (not what my mom looked like in real life
but an entity that was supposed to be my mother) swoops me up and half
fly's half jumps up this waterfall with me. We climb across the water and
up a cliff and my mothers people are taking me by the arms and helping to
pull me up the cliff face. My fathers people of the city is who she is
trying to protect me from (a male populated, patriarchal society) and we
start running through the jungle which is my mothers domain...her people
are from the jungle and as we are running I am thinking that my heart will
burst and there is no way that I can keep up but then I realize that I am
like a jaguar and the running is easy and is not taxing my body at all
even though we are running quite fast....
We come upon this hidden cave entrance which my mother walks into and
there is a huge wooden door which leads to a monastery type place and she
taps out a code on the door. Somebody on the inside hears her and
recognized the code and asks who it is...my mother answers and he
recognized her voice as a priestess that used to dwell in the monastery
and lets us in. He goes to hug her in the dark and realizes that we are
barely clad in bikini type Jane of the jungle wear and he says that he
must hurry to get us through the monastery before any of the other monks
see us. So he leads us down these darkened hallways to a room that a man
is in that knew my mother from the time she was a priestess and he is very
happy to see her after all this time. She tells him that we must get off
the island because there is no place for me here as the king (my father)
owns the city and her people (of the jungle) own the land and therefore I
am not safe. The monk laughs and says he has a raft and takes us through
to show us the raft and says he can take us anywhere on the island that we
want to go.
My mother explains again that we must leave the island all together and
the raft has a motor and the monk says that there is land and he points
out to sea where there is a dark shape on the horizon and he says that we
can go there but he has never been there before. He loads the raft up with
gas and at this point I suddenly have a little brother on the raft...and
he keeps complaining and moaning and groaning and I am trying to project
words into his mind telling him that if he doesn't shut up, I am going to
kill him...but he cant hear me until I shout in my mind "Kill
you" at which point his eyes get really wide and he realizes that I
have just yelled at him in his mind and he shuts up.
My mother is talking away and is asking me questions during all of this
and she keeps getting frustrated because I am not answering her but I am
answering her mentally but she isn't listening...finally, I speak to her
slowly in complete sentences and she hears me in her head and she starts
to talk to me and she asks how she can be sure that she is actually
talking to me and I tell her that I will scratch the right side of my
nose...which I do. then she smiles and squeezes my hand and tells me that
I shouldn't talk to her in front of the boy but I explain that he can not
hear me unless I force my thoughts into his head. Apparently, this is a
talent that the women of my people were adept at but the men never fully
learned to succeed at.
So we are on the raft and speeding across this ocean where we suddenly run
into modern day boating and crafts that are doing some sort of night time
play where they pull crafts around behind their boats and sling them
toward each other - object is to get close to pylons or boats without
actually hitting them...and we are going to hitch a ride on one of these
boats by letting them pull us to the island we are headed for. But in the
midst of this, my brother and I end up in the water with a bunch of men
from other tipped boats and they start playing a 'game' where they try to
push your head under the water. One man in particular becomes real
aggressive and keeps trying to push my head under with intent to kill me,
drown me. and my brother sees this and tries to come to my rescue.
It becomes me entangled with this man under water and I remember that I
can project thoughts to my mother and I send them out that I need help. At
this point, I am beginning to breath under water. I see this invisible
energy pick the man up and push him head first into a boat motor. As I
float there, I realize that if I am breathing water then, oh shit, my real
body must be dead...so I find my real body (I am guessing that I am the
invisible energy that just shoved this man into the boat motor) and the
invisibly me tries to push my body toward the surface and do chest
compressions at the same time. As my real body breaks though the surface,
my mother is there and rescues me and the thought I have is that my name
As in the communication that takes place in my head is like an echo of
words that don't really occur but just linger like a rumor in the air. And
that is the end of the dream.
This is a tough one
because of the detail. It would almost seem to me that I was picking
up a past life or something. What would be represented by the female
/ mother aspect and the male / father aspect is still hidden from me.
I am thinking that this represents a choice that I either need to make in
my life or will need to make at some point in the future. (In light
of writing this interpretation, now September of the same year, I think it
might be the split of quitting a secure job (stability and patriarchal in
nature) in order to pursue publication of my dreams (much more feminine
and creative). In an odd way, I am being supported by my feminine
connections in whatever this venture will turn out to be. I think
there is a strong indication here that I am being led by spirit also as
the invisible me is my form in non-physical form "saving" me and
pushing me to the surface. As water generally represents emotions,
then the venture will probably evoke some heaving emotional trauma for me
to wade through also.
|Blue Water Transit
June 25, 2000
This was an afternoon nap, actually
most of the detailed ones are afternoon naps. I don't seem to remember
much about night dreams. I think because I do other work in my dreams at
night. I am told that I am a channel for others. The way this was
presented was like this.....I am like a computer, which downloads
information from the universe and then dispenses it to billions of people
while I sleep.
Now, I don't know if this is true. I
was given a key word of Telstar. I looked it up on the internet and I
don't see all that much that might even be related, like is this supposed
to be an entity that is downloading into my consciousness or what? At any
rate, I have been doing this for years. I kind of believe this is true
(that I am a channel) because I used to think that perhaps I had a split
personality that went out drinking and whoring around when I was supposed
to be sleeping...as I would wake up feeling like shit, as though I had
danced all night and drank three times my body weight in alcohol.
But that is beside the point, here is
the really cool dream I had after reading a book by Arthur C. Clarke on
There is an Intelligent Blue Water
Transit System (IBWTS). Water is used as a conductor for travel to people
who knew where to find it. It could spontaneously appear in places it had
never been before based on the thoughts of the person traveling through
it. They are called travelers. It is also very difficult to track by
scientific means because of its ability to appear and disappear but for
those who understood it, it was an equation of mathematics, longitude and
latitude (I might add attitude), time versus distance and the natural
cycles of the moon. A traveler could actually "call" up the blue
water if he knew it to be passing under a stream at a particular time and
on rare occasions, the blue water could actually traverse through
dimensions, to other frequencies or planets. Once the traveler arrived at
their destination, the water simply disappeared on its merry way. No body
has EVER traveled the full length of the IBWTS. And, we simply do not
think, without further study and knowledge, that is can be done. Certainly
not at this time.
Near a garden like Perelandra, they
had all kinds of plants. We were actually outside the fence of the garden.
There was a small flat pig - 2 dimensional, nearly, and it oinked, came
toward us and retreated to the garden. A guy was explaining about the
tombstones along the area we had just walked. He said that there were
actually two bodies under the two large trees we were standing under that
had not been marked and wouldn't until later in the year because of the
disease that was being referred to as the yellow death. I have no idea
what this means but felt that it had killed the two in the ground and that
it was superstition of the yellow death "reaching" out of the
grave to infect the workers that kept them away. Like a curse of the
yellow death, we did not appear to be afraid.
I captured a memory from this guy as
he spoke. There were undercover men asking this guy what he knew of the
IBWTS, they looked government. They wanted to know what he knew and where
it was supposed to next appear. Now remember, thinking about the IBWTS is
how you call it up and as this guy is denying any knowledge of it, there
is a bubbling in the background in the middle of a field which he can
plainly see (and I can see as an observer to the memory) but it is behind
the detectives. Suddenly the guy gets kind of nervous and I see him go
into some humorous antics to distract the detectives and try to force the
thoughts of the IBWTS from his mind.
I personally have never traveled the
IBWTS but did capture more memories of this young guys travels which is
how I know that it can be traversed inter-dimensionally. I find it
One of our party plucks a flower from
the garden, a protected area and a big no-no. And, we watch as they cover
the plants with a huge grass like tarp for the night. I considered buying
some strawberry plants for my yard. Because, everyone knows that the
plants here come with magic, i.e. Fairies. And, they would flourish where
ever they are planted and take over the yard unless working in harmony
with the other fairy plants purchased from the same garden or one like it.
An old woman with pastries is in the
house. She worked with fairies or most people thought magic and her
pastries would fly off the shelves when they were done. She would have to
run around and catch them, setting them gently on the counter before they
ended up on the floor of their own volition.
The young guy is wooing a woman in
the house and she seems to be wooing him. Reluctantly it would seem. I
can't really remember how this piece was woven in but I recall a secret
entrance from the garden into the kitchen. And we followed it and ended up
climbing from under the counter in the kitchen. This is how we arrived.
There was also some reference to a
Zoo and Amusement park down the street from this garden and that was how
many people were attracted in to buy the plants.
When the dreams
represent very little of our pre-conceived notions of how life works,
interpretation is left pretty wide open. As I have been dealing with
many emotional issues represented by water, I am going to go with the blue
water representing emotions that can carry us many different places.
In this instance, I am going to suggest that it can carry us through
different realms of processing and / or different levels of the same
emotion, like fear - anger - rage. I see here again where
there is a bit of conspiracy theory added in and a need to conceal,
perhaps I should have seen this before now and it would have saved me some
private pain with some of the encounters that occur later in my life.
The piece about the old lady and her flying muffins are simply trying to
lighten the situation up some and introduce the concept of magic as if we
have the power to change things should we need to.
July 19, 2K
The main character (me) was a
homeless person and the first encounter I have is on the street with the
well dressed man and his girlfriend in the middle of a bunch of homeless
people. I am not sure what the altercation is but I realized that I
recognized the woman he is with and she is so stuck up that she doesn't
even look at me...even if she had, I knew that she would not recognize me
because I was not the way she was used to seeing me and her mind would not
have been able to comprehend that I was the same person. As the
altercation is taking place, I see the man getting very uncomfortable and
at one point he looks at me and we meet eye to eye and he seems somewhat
shocked or surprised.
The scene progresses to a few days - weeks later and I am hanging out with
the homeless. We are discussing something and you can tell from my speech
that I don't belong on the street but all that leaves you is guessing on
why I am on the street because I seem to be intelligent and my talk is not
street talk but average talk of average people, at one time, I say
something and then just get up and walk away from the group of homeless
which is quite common - I guess - to just walk away when you are done and
go about your business. As I am walking away, I realize that I am in a
quite well-to-do neighborhood like 49th and Penn type area and I cross the
street to a corner and as I am standing there I hear the shattering of
glass and then a car goes racing by squealing their tires, as they pass I
see that it is the girlfriend from the first scene but she doesn't see me.
Then immediately following a second car goes racing by and as it passes, I
see the gentleman from the first scene and as he turns the corner, he sees
me. With some shock he recognizes me from the street a few days before and
our eyes lock and then he is gone.
So, for some reason, I go to his house and he has not locked his door
because he was hell bent on catching the girlfriend so I let myself into
his house and I can see where the girlfriend has thrown a brick or
something through one of his windows and broken it out. I let myself in
and start exploring his house which is quite huge and has many antique
type stuff and I see myself running a hand over several of the items in
the hall as I go through the rooms. I head toward the master bedroom
almost like I know the house and yet know that I don't. When I hear the
man returning, I take off down the hallway running toward the bedroom and
race to this huge walk-in closet (keep in mind that I am a dirty scraggly
homeless person) and I hide in the back of this huge walk-in. Well, the
man has two cats who keep coming up and rubbing against me. I keep shooing
them away afraid that he might catch me when this dog comes in -
spaniel'ish and keeps licking me then running back to its master then back
to lick me again. Of course the man follows it and pulls back his clothes
and finds me sitting there. I keep willing myself to be invisible because
if he cant see me then I cant be in any trouble but he does see me and
before he has a chance to say anything, there is pounding at his front
door and its the police responding to a disturbance in the area. Again,
with the eyes meeting and stuff he tells me to stay put while he gets rid
of the police. I am shaking really bad but when he says this, I know that
he is not going to turn me in so I relax.
While he is gone, I am so exhausted from being on the street, I fall
asleep in his closet. When he comes back, he finds me there asleep and
thinking that he will put me in the bed but not wanting me in his bed with
all the street filth on me, he decides that he will put me in the shower
first. So he gently picks me up and takes me to this huge walk in glass
shower where he takes off my sweater (big bulky) and I have a tank top
under it with a scraggly old twisted skirt. He turns the shower on and as
he is trying to get the rest of my clothes off, I become half awake and I
try to get his shirt off...which for some reason I do...probably because
it was getting wet. I am not quite awake and he tries to guide me back to
the shower noticing how thin I am. I am more awake by now and while he is
supporting me with his arm around me, I kind of start kissing him (can you
imagine kissing a homeless person who probably has bathed let alone washed
their teeth for two months) anyway I try to unbuckle his pants and he sets
me away and turns me to the shower where he can lather up my back and wash
me down. He notices the scars on my back from long ago and thinks perhaps
they came from hard living on the street - he feels sorry for me - I
so when he turns me around to finish washing me off and shampooing my
hair, I try to reach for his pants again, and he thinks I am coming onto
him because he is helping me and it repulses him although by this time
most of the grime is off of me and he can tell that I am quite striking.
He is mostly repulsed because he thinks that I want to have sex with him
to re-pay him for helping me. I mutter something about his pants getting
wet and at some point it makes sense and he does take his pants off and is
wearing boxer shorts. He picks me up, because I am quite exhausted and
somewhat delirious and he carries me out of the shower to the bed where he
towels me down and puts me in it...I try to pull him in but he resists.
Here it gets kind of muddled, I sleep
at some point but when I awaken he is still in his wet boxers so it
doesn't seem like I could have been asleep for very long.
He is sitting nearby and reading the paper, he grunts and I ask what, and
he starts reading me an excerpt from the newspaper about a socialite (he
gives her name) who has written a book and is getting all kinds for press
because of the controversial nature of the book. Apparently, there was
alot of dysfunction in her family that was kept secret over the years and
it had to do with the grandfather and his new wife who made the
grandfathers son from a previous marriage have sex with his new wife so
that the grandfather could produce heirs. Well, the first three children
born were girls the socialite was girl number two. She tells about the
physical abuse from the new wife (her mother) because they were born
girls, the sexual abuse from their father (step-brother) because he
figured if he could sleep with technically his mother then why not his
daughters, and the emotional abuse from all of them because it was a deep
dark family secret and because they were very high in society they had to
keep up appearances. And, because a son was born the fourth time through,
although for some reason the son turned out to be very weak of character,
and he was dotted on by the grandfather and the wife...his mind never
matured, he lived in a fantasy world where no bad things ever happened and
was totally protected from what was happening to his sisters. The sisters
really kind of liked him, knowing that he was too simple to ever do any
real harm and that he could only believe what he was told by his parents
because that was the way he was taught.
So as the handsome man is outlining this book he says he wonders how much
of it is really true because he had met the woman before and she seemed
kind of selfish and self centered. I explain to him that if everything
that ever mattered to him or that he had ever grown to care about was
brutally taken away, that he might grow up feeling a bit selfish too. So
he asks me if I think any of it is true and I tell him that I would bet
money that every word of it is true.
Then the dream doesn't exactly go on but it fills me in on the rest of the
story which goes like this. I am the first born sister, and I have grown
up and become an architect - designer (which is why I was picking things
up in his house and admiring them). But, two years ago the youngest sister
disappeared having been the one who took the abuse the hardest of the
three of us. The second sister was a real ball-breaker and she let
everybody know it. The third sister was a soft gentle soul and at some
point she snapped and could not deal anymore so she disappeared. I as the
oldest had adapted the best and seemed to have the least wounds - the last
I had heard of my third sister was that she had been seen with the
homeless people on the street so I decided to go there and try to find
her. At first, even though the homeless people were nice, they rarely
shared information about other homeless protecting each other in a sort of
clan type atmosphere. I also gathered that besides being rather close
niche'd, the homeless had an immense sense of pride and self-perseverance.
The condescending attitudes that people would give them as they were
'generously' donating money to the cause rolled off these peoples backs.
They lived with an understanding, a knowing, that the money always flows
and they are always taken care of.
I reality (within the dream), I had a big home with a maid, and the first
time I went out as a homeless person -when I came home the maid would not
let me in the back door because she didn't recognize me. After that, I
explained what I was doing, trying to find my sister and I made it policy
that whenever a homeless person came to my back door she was to give them
food and send them on their way. From then on, when I came home she would
burn my clothes I would shower eat and collapse for days at a time. While
living in the streets I saw the way people treated the homeless and how
sometimes they would go hungry and it made me physically ill. I would give
other people my food instead of eating it myself because I knew in the
back of my mind that I could always go home at some point and they could
not. By the time I would go home I would be near starved and at the point
of exhaustion and just collapse.
The gist is that the third sister does finally surface after having been
on the street and then picked up by some Jesus people she reads the
article about the second sister and realizes that she was not the only
victim here and that it was not just in her mind. She walks in a weird
place between reality and dreams because she cant make sense of the world
from where she has come from with all the trauma but with the book she
sees that some of what she thought must have been a nightmare was real and
she is learning to adapt and deal with it.
The dream comes to a climax when you find that the grandfather has died
and the grandson is being left with the inheritance and the handsome man
who happens to be a compassionate lawyer takes the sisters case to fight
for their right to a portion of the inheritance. Their parents are still
alive and benefactors of the estate so they are fighting tooth and nail to
keep all of the money claiming that the grandfather disinherited the
sisters based on the 'lies' printed in the book. As the court case
proceeds you hear more about the abuses and it becomes apparent that the
book was based on truth.
Pretty detailed, eh?
The girls in the dream
were my real sisters in life. In a way, this is very far out warped
version of small parts of our real life. For the most part, and I step out
of traditional dreamwork when I say this, but this dream feels real.
As if I accidentally picked up on somebody else's real life. There was
enough detail here that I think it is a little more than probable.
Taken literally, then I think it says that I have some hidden talents that
I have pushed aside in order to pursue other avenues. It also says
alot about my spiritual beliefs and how I have a tendency to nourish other
at my own expense. One friend pointed out that I knew where my
spiritual home was and that I knew I could always return for nourishment.
This story in itself can stand alone and be expanded into a novel or
screenplay and I may pursue that at some point in the future. I
would be curious to learn about anyone that actually fits into the detail
of this particular dream though as I do feel strongly that I was picking
up somebody's real life.
August 6, 2K
I was with this group of
people only we weren't really human, we were like superhuman. There was
this godlike thing that was really evil. I think it was the devil or
something very similar because everything had a very mythological look to
it. It was very large like 3 or 4 stories tall and it was very muscular
with a mask over its face and horns on its head. I have seen something
like it before but I can't place it.
The evil thing said, "Let the water which surrounds you become fire
beneath your feet." All of a sudden, the area we were in became an
ocean and we were surrounded by water. We know instantly what the evil
thing meant and we started running for the shoreline. There was evil and
good alike running for the safety of the land.
Then the water started to burn and the super humans like myself (I was the
heroine) elevated from the water and began to fly. There was a male (which
I didn't recognize) who was apparently the hero. We were a couple. He came
to me, while we were flying and gathered me in his arms to save my
strength. He knew that I was pregnant. He held me very close and I felt
safe and comforted. It was almost erotic.
The strange thing about being pregnant is that I was not carrying the
child inside my body. I was carrying the unborn child in my arms.
Mid-flight, my body began to resound to the closeness of this hero. The
feelings became very erotic. They were so overwhelming, that I insisted we
land somewhere immediately so I could basically take care of my own
desires. He kept saying that we needed to be as far away from the evil as
possible before we stopped. I was persistent and of course won. We landed.
The child in my arms opened its eyes at this point and it had really vivid
blue eyes. The child was precious. We landed at some farmhouse and we were
searching for a safe place where we would not be discovered. I sat the
baby down and it became a cat. The cat then had a kitten. The kitten
became in my mind what I had been carrying while I was flying.
The dream basically became really weird and normal everyday sort of stuff
after that. This hero became like a typical male and fiddle farted around
until I had no desire left in me what so ever. I woke up somewhere shortly
|Tom Hanks Party
August 13, 2K
There was a big party at a college
campus and this Tom Hanks looking character was in charge of the Videos
and when one ran out, he would change the movie for a new one. Well, the
party was in full swing when the cops showed up. Tom knew that the pot
smoking was going on in the bathroom so he directed the cops everywhere
except the bathroom
Switch to the bathroom and there is a
Whoopi Goldberg character fishing through the ashtray and she pulls out a
roach and fires it up in glee. The smokes the roach and we flip flop
between her and poor Tom fending off the police.
The police tell Tom everything looks
cool and just as soon as they get to check the last room, you got it - the
bathroom, then they will be on their merry way.
Cut back to Whoopi, flushing the
remaining roach and left over cigarette butts down the toilet. She opens
the door with a big dumb dope grin on her face, kind of wobbles around a
little bit and staggers out of the bathroom.
Tom sees the door open and quickly
distracts the cops for a minute. Then he runs into the bathroom, takes a
quick look around, stands in the middle of the room and FARTS real loud,
five or six times to disguise the odor. He is flapping his arms up and
down to dissipate the fart smell and mingle it with the pot smell. (now, a
slight editorial here....I have a habit of laughing sometimes in my dreams
and waking myself up. ..this happens to be one of those moments. What
generally happens is that I realized I am about to bust out and my
consciousness will take over and tone down my natural reflex of laughter
so I can at least see the dream to completion. I barely managed to do so
at this point in the dream).
Continue...the cops come into the
bathroom, Tom Hanks leaves as if he was just checking it out and scoots on
out of the way. The cops look around (straight-faced, I might add) and
then the come out and tell Tom that everything looks good and to have a
Now, damn it!
Sometimes the dreams are just for humor release, I think. This is
another dream where I nearly woke myself up when the Tom Hanks character
farts in the bathroom. There is this element of doing something we
aren't supposed to be doing and having the possibility of getting into
trouble. So maybe this represents a bit of insecurity with what I am
trying to accomplish in my life. I was at a college campus which
represents education, but since life is pretty much the classroom...I
don't think this is a far stretch. The particular characters mean
nothing to me. While I like both Whoopi and Tom, they have no
significance as my favorite actors or anything of that nature. The
movies could be a metaphor for the general drama we see in our lives and
how they represent little more than a movie in our life, and as the main
characters are also real life actors - it would support this overview /
assumption on my part.
August 21, 2K
have been shopping in a big center mall and when I return to my car, it
has been vandalized. My purchases that were under the seat and
a few dollars have been stolen and mostly they have beaten the crap out of
my car. The tires have been removed and the axis is just sitting on
the ground in this parking garage. I am thinking to myself that this
is a bit overboard and wondering what the heck I am going to do.
When a piece of my mind picks up that this is a gain disguised as a loss.
So I start looking at it differently and I realize the insurance will by
the car off and then the extra cash I might be able to get an old clunker
and still have some cash left over. I start thing about padding the
insurance claim so I can get a few extra bucks.
see just an image of a holy grail type cup and it is suspended in air and
stuff is flowing out over the edges. It is golden and the water or
whatever is flowing over and out, and over and out.
family owned a piece of my house and my pillows and bed were outside in
the rain and I was upset because they just left my stuff outside to get
rained on. Nobody was taking care of my stuff. Even though
everyone owned a piece of it, technically everybody knew it was my stuff.
I had to confront my stepfather about his thievery and how I went
into debt and had certain expectations, just as mom had certain
expectations, and he was angry and arguing with me. I finally said
that the least he could do was respect my things.
is a familiar man, I am in a high rise hotel. I can never be sure
who this man is but you know the one who shows up that you can't be
exactly sure who he is but he is familiar. I am in the lobby
with a black dress on and I realize that this man has a room in the hotel
and if I call him, he will invite me up. In my mind, I play this
scenario and Wow! I really like this guy. he opens the door
and pulls me inside, cups my chin and starts kissing me. Flash, I am
in the lobby with my finger on the button of the elevator and I decide
that being with this guy would be really nice, but I am going to go to my
room alone. (Too bad, what was I thinking)
am trying to get around on this computer and this computer guru person I
know is showing me stuff and we can't figure out how to do something
specific. The guru tells me she doesn't know how but I know this
guru and if she doesn't know how to do it, it can't be done. I think
she knows but is not telling me. I get frustrated and just stop
trying with the computer.
first part is pretty obvious. It is warning me to expect a gain
disguised as a loss. (that has already happened with my job
going to part-time). And, it is telling me that I will come out
better in the long run. The image of my cup runneth over is stating
that I have to toss out some of the old in order to make room for the new.
family situation is probably really relating to the incident that happened
around my mothers death. (I took several months off to care for her
and her inheritance was left to my stepfather with the understanding that
he distribute it as she wished...well, that never happened) I think it is
telling me I need to revisit that particular incident and try to find a
way of adjusting the negative emotions I have about my stepfather because
of it. Not an easy task to do even for the most well adjusted.
last piece is telling me to beware of miscommunications. Even,
to beware of people who know the answers but are not willing to share them
with me. This dream took place just a week before my big blow up at the
August 23, 2K
is a short piece where my sister is telling me that her boss is leaving
and she is going to have to go with him and that means her job opening is
going to be postponed for a couple of months. Her old boss is
there and tells me also that the job is probably postponed.
night before, my sister and I are working on the computer and her boss and
her bosses boss is in the office with us. Finally, I said "Wait
a minute, what day is this?" And they say Saturday.
I say but I don't work week-ends. They all look at me like, well
this job requires that you put in as many hours as it takes. And I
tell them I know but I don't even work here yet. They are all like,
well, yeah that is true. And I suddenly go, well, that's ok, because
I want to learn this stuff anyway. So, I go back to work.
I was interviewing with
a job in Atlanta at my sisters company. This is one of the more
prolific dreams I have had. It was telling me that the job was being
postponed for now. And, it turned out that they did give the
position to somebody else. I will see if it comes through later
though as the dream indicates.
August 24, 2K
Kiernan (2 years old)
gave me a rock. It was kind of pinkish and heart-shaped but like a geode
without the rough ugly side. I took it from her and it fit right into my
hands. I set it down on the floorboard in the front seat of the car I was
in and it suddenly cracked in two. I picked up both halves and all this
sand fell out of it. It was beautiful and now it looked more like quartz
crystal and on each side of the rock I could see the outline or contours
of a brain. The details were phenomenal.
I have been working with
EMF Balancing technique and one of their goals is to help you think with
your heart and feel with your head. I think this dream represents a
specific metaphor for exactly this type of process. In addition, a
friend of mine pointed out that sand represents time as though I am pacing
time for some sort of shift to take place.
August 28, 2K
My boss (lady) is
telling me what a horrible mean person I am. And very matter-of-factly, I
ask her to give me examples and she starts telling me how when we went to
lunch which I suggested for a girl who was leaving us, that the gesture
was nice but then I continually made remarks afterward that negated the
entire gesture. For instance at dinner, while I had my nice little
vegetable dishes I would make comments about how one should never mix
sugars and meats with their meal implying that it was socially unfit. And
not realizing, I was modifying everyone else's desire for these items by
pointing out my personal preferences. I saw this re-enactment and saw the
results of my words from her eyes and realized that she was correct, from
her perspective...I looked like the absolute worst catty, bitchy, meanest
and insensitive person in the world.
I left the restaurant, because as a dream I was instantly transported back
to the incident in question, and I got into this white two-door
convertible. There was snow everywhere, the roof of the convertible was
down and the windows were frosted. I put the roof up and slammed on the
gas. I slid out of the garage area where I was parked, sliding around in
circles, I could see nothing through the frosted windows. I could picture
the posts to the garage, the columns to the outside of the restaurant,
other cars in the parking lot. I spun around and around and I finally just
closed my eyes, stomping on the brakes to get the car to stop from
spinning wondering why I have not hit something yet. And, I am just
waiting for the impact, head slung back at the mercy of whatever force is
in control here. Wondering to myself if I am going to end up in the lake.
The car finally stopped spinning. I hit nothing. I fling open the door and
I am at the frozen lake and I am running to it. My feet go into to the
water and I barely feel the cold. Then up to my knees. I fling myself to
the bottom of the lake, waiting to die, hoping to die, barely feeling the
cold sting as though I am waiting even for the icy coldness to penetrate
my body. I am caught from behind, dragged up from the water. I am kicking
and screaming and this man has me in is arms and I so much do not want to
be rescued. He drags me out of the water and falls on me in the snow and I
am fighting him, struggling and screaming to be let go. I have all this
rage and this anger, and he is inside of me and now I have this rage and
this anger directed at him. I am fighting and screaming, and all I feel is
this white hot anger erupting inside my mind. Then it's releasing and I
have an orgasm that goes on and on, while I am crying and releasing some
more. I am no longer angry, I am inconsolable, desolate, lost. I hate him,
I hate him for rescuing me, I hate him for being inside me...I hate him.
But I need him and I cling to him. He is kissing my tear-stained cheeks,
my neck. And I am hiding my face in his body. He starts to tell me who he
is and I tell him that I already know him and that I think the women from
the restaurant in the first piece were trying to keep me from him so they
could meet him before I did. And then I tell him that I need to get up
because my ass is freezing to the ground, although in truth, I have just
barely begun to feel the cold from the ground.
There is a dog and a horse hovering near us. I feel almost as if the man
has ridden up on the horse (what a metaphor, eh?) and the dog is scared,
wounded looking as though it has been mistreated badly but desperately
wants to get to me.
Water = emotions and I
am dealing with some very frozen emotions here. All the way from the
snow on the ground to the ice on the lake. Some of these emotions
have probably been buried for a very long time. I am dealing with
criticisms here that I don't agree with as described in the first
paragraph. The vehicle represents something that is carrying me to
another destination in my life. In this particular case, I think it
is my work place again. I am spinning out of control and
headed for a crash. (This crash does occur on the 30th of August, by
the way if you want to know the real facts and it does have to do with
work and how I am being perceived in the office). The horse, while
minor here, represents power. And, the dog represents loyalty.
As you can see the dog is wounded looking as if he is beaten down and
nearly broken and afraid to trust those he would have normally befriended.
This is an exact metaphor for the way I was feeling at my office in that I
am very close to my bosses but have been feeling as though I were being
beaten down, and it has be a great test of my loyalty to stay with them as
long as I have.
August 29, 2K
There is a group of us,
people I grew up with and have known for a long time, and we are camping.
There is a center isle in the middle of the campground that has a fire pit
with chairs all around it. You camp all around this tree surrounded isle
and then meet at the fire pit as a community. I am camped with my brothers
and sisters in a small trailer where the adults are going to sleep but the
kids are going to sleep, assumably in a tent, which I never saw. I am not
a kid, but perhaps young adult...maybe 20'ish.
Evening comes and we are sitting around the fire pit. There is a strange
man with us, he is 30'ish. Strange meaning we do not know him. He seems
all hip to the world and being among my friends, who are a bunch of cut
ups, we are telling jokes and being all stupid...pretty much like real
life when I was younger. And this stranger is asking where I am from and I
make a smart ass comment and ask him the same type of question which he
responds, like an adult, as if I had asked an old woman her age. I.E.,
it's not polite to ask...or changing the words from can I to may I, as a
correction. I don't think I got a real answer.
I don't remember feeling very threatened by this stranger, and he is not
somebody I have seen before in a dream. But, at some point a tussle ensues
between he and myself. It seems pretty harmless at first but then I
realize that he is a serial killer and I am his next victim (he seemed so
harmless up to this point). During the tussle, he has cut my throat from
side to side and I am wondering why I am not dead yet but it seems like a
fairly shallow wound as if he it trying to incapacitate me, not kill me,
yet. And he stuffs me half aware in the trunk of his car. I am kicking at
the inside of the trunk and at the back of the rear car seat trying to
knock them over, and I succeed at this. At this point, I feel that
something has gone very wrong with this mans plan and since he can not
kill me the way he had intended to, he decides to roll this car down a
cliff. It is very steep and jungle like and I am hurtling straight down
the side of this mountain, slightly panicked wondering to myself how I am
going to survive this kind of an impact. The jungle trees are somewhat
slowing my progress because the car keeps hitting them and bouncing
through the brush / limbs as it makes this plunge straight down. And, I am
still aware that my neck is slashed. If I manage to survive the fall, I
will sit at the bottom of this mountain for days until somebody finds me.
Chances are I will bleed to death before I am found.
I finally come to the ground barely making impact at all as it seems the
last tree seems to be holding the car somewhat suspended in the air, not
quite touching the ground but not far enough off the ground to be a real
threat. And, the wonders of dreams, I have found myself nearly landing in
somebody's back yard. I can see the house and everything. There are people
coming to rescue me from the car and thats all I can remember.
Again, I say the car is
a vehicle to move one through in life and it represents my office
environment. The crash as I explained from the dream before this
represented a real crash at my office with a conflict from my bosses.
Now the interesting thing here is that the stranger is seen as
non-threatening. My bosses seem non-threatening. At work
during the (ass chewing, for lack of a better description) my boss
actually waves off one of my rebuttals and never even hears what it is I
am trying to say in my own defense. It is very much like having my
throat cut. Another interesting thing here is that what saves me is
the trees and traditionally, trees represent the life force.
August 30, 2K
dream was set up like a profiler episode (Profiler was a show on TV that
had a woman who ran around surveying crime scenes and building a profile
of the most likely candidate for committing the crime). The main
character was a woman (like in the show) and her daughter had been
kidnapper makes contact with the profiler every day by telephone.
She gets entered into the hospital for some reason (operation or
something) and she is laying in a hospital room trying to work the
telephone but she can't seem to get a line free. The telephone has
been forwarded or something and every time the phone rings, she freaks out
because she can't get the call and she is afraid if the profiler can not
make contact that he will hurt her daughter. She is
devastated when she doesn't hear from him because she thinks her daughter
must be dead.
are at her house and the kidnapper is outside. Since he couldn't get
her on the phone, he decided to come to her house and maybe kill her?
She confronts him on the front lawn, its dark. A tussle ensues
and she is holding him at gun point. I come up and she tells me to
hold him in place until she can call for back up. She disappears
inside the house to make the call and I am standing over him with a bat.
He tries to escape but I beat him in the knees and then a solid belt to
the head. Somehow he gets away but the daughter is in his car and we
find her and all is ok.
next scene is in a cleared out high rise that looks almost like a
warehouse. The FBI (profiler team) has shown up and there is a guy
there dressed in full gas mask with his face covered and holding an oozy
pointed at the FBI team. They think it is the kidnapper but the
profiler stops them from shooting and she starts rationalizing the
kidnapper and saying how he wouldn't just lead them to him and that
something must be wrong. There is all this smoke in the room
concealing the person holding the oozy on us and the profiler tells
everybody to stand down and she walks toward the guy and he is booby
trapped with a bomb. The kidnapper had captured one of their
team members and dressed his so they would not recognize him and hence
think he was the kidnapper and then booby trapped him with a bomb so they
would shoot him and the bomb would explode and kill everybody. This
would gain him his revenge.
is an old house like a mansion and it is a very rich family that lives
there. I get the sense that there has been many centuries of history
in this house. A couple have just been married but we are flashed
forward through the years. This actually wraps around the profiler
story. They are married before their daughter is kidnapped.
During the kidnapping, the husband can not help his wife find his daughter
and it becomes a metaphor for the love they shared. At the beginning
it is all bliss and new marriage and the love they feel so strongly but as
the kidnapping unfolds, the husband becomes aware of the inability he has
to save this love and his marriage. There is a scene in the old
house where I am confronting the profiler (she is in old style dress, high
neck collar and all) and I have jewels hidden in my mouth. Earrings
and necklace that are very important to the family. For some reason,
I have them in my mouth to protect them from discovery and as I pull them
out one by one, her eyes light up as if she can not believe I had the
foresight to hid them. She is extremely grateful.
piece here where I am meeting a friend of mine and her husband and we are
in their living room with a pizza and the woman is reheating the pizza to
take with them when they go. We are waiting for another friend to
show up. For some reason, I can't remember who the friend is (even
though in real life we are pretty close).
am part of a vampire group that is living in this office space. It
is really cool and at one point I am tripping / dancing down the stairs
and it is a mix between flying and dancing. I dance across
this big cafeteria and escape pushing 2 women down the stairs.
In the apartment I am putting on a fur coat.
sister and I are on a small train like what used to be at the zoo.
We hit a bump and one of my sisters rings falls off her finger. We
get off and walk back and its a gold engagement ring with either a ruby or
emerald. The train driver has 3 male look- a-likes that sit with him
and seems they are triplets but old and for a moment even dead.
It is very funny because they synchronize movements and they are grumbling
the whole time. We don't find the ring but there is a group of
people who are looking with us from (Cambridge - I think they said) and
they are going to continue looking and call us if they find it.
The profiler episode is
one of mystery and intrigue, not to mention lost loves. Something
lost or removed, but found again later, or perhaps unable to be recovered.
Not deadly though. The friends episode seems to me as if it is
saying that I have multiple support and that I am waiting for something
else to arrive, correct timing perhaps. The vampire group, I
felt I was a part of and yet not a part of, it could be an indicator of
the way I feel about a particular group and making me aware of its
vampirical nature. The train is moving me forward, carrying me, and
my sister looses her ring. This is significant because I might
have missed an important engagement and it might have involved love or
money (ruby or emerald). Other people are trying to help me make
this connection and possibly it will be made at some time in the future.
Flipping back to the first section, it is not deadly that it missed but a
close call and I should be more receptive or aware the next time the
September 1, 2K
This is long...buckle
up. Phenomenal insight and projection. (Possibilities?)
I am at this party and I am totally decked out in this sexy black dress
and my body looks great, always better in dreams of course. I am outside
on this patio area and on the fringe of the party. Oh yeah, and it is a
big deal to note that I do not attend gatherings like this so the party is
a big deal to me because it is filled with big-wig, glamour types (of
which I am not). And, that I make note in the dream that I am out of
place. To continue, this man comes up behind me and puts his hand over my
mouth and he has his other arm wrapped around me and a gun pressed against
my chest, butte against my right breast and barrel against my left nipple
(quite erotic). All I can feel is this mans body pressed up against my
backside. I think I should be scared or something but I am not. His lips
are pressed against my temple and he is telling me to not scream and to
He backs me away from the patio. At
some point I can tell I am tense and I push up against him and I can feel
him getting hard against me. I may have even had an orgasm, so easy to do
in a dream state, and he is cussing and saying something about brushing
against him like it is my fault his penis is hard. (I am amused in the way
hysterical laughter bubbles up and then ruins the effect of the whole
sequence because it catapults you out of the dream and you can't take the
rest of it seriously.) I control this urge because I am totally into the
erotica of the situation and I have to point this out here. Dreams are
safe. There is a tendency to allow the unknown, powerlessness of a
situation to take over and to become totally enrapt by the eroticism that
one would not normally find erotic. I.e. This guy pressed against my back,
there is a sense of being totally at his command, there's a part of me
that realizes this is a dream and I take on this faint, breathless quality
to where I almost pass out. I can feel this sexual energy flowing out of
me and into this guy and vice-versa.
The next piece I remember is being pushed into the back of a limousine,
seats on both sides, and I am sprawled across one of the seats. He is
laying across me and taps on the glass to signal the chauffeur to drive.
After a moment the man crawls off me and sits on the opposite seat,
adjusting himself slightly because he is still erect, and I straighten
myself to sit up across from him.
At this point, I can't really take too much of the dream seriously. I
really want to laugh out loud and I find I am smiling. I tell this guy
that while this is probably the most erotic and exciting time I have had
in my entire life, that I think there has got to be some mistake. He says
smiling, that there is no mistake, that it would be impossible. I explain
to him that my life is actually rather boring and that he has obviously
mistaken me for somebody else and gotten the wrong girl. I feel totally
unthreatened and he is smiling at me. We are exchanging this smile,
sharing some kind of Kodak moment when he starts to tell me my name, my
parents married and maiden names, my birthday, Capricorn, dragon, my
married name, where my jobs were - all the way back to the paper route I
had as a kid. Who my lovers were, their names.
I start to get a little freaked out,
like maybe this isn't a dream. He knows my longest relationship (Andy of
seven years - which hasn't happened yet by the way). So much detail that I
start to hyperventilate or something and tell him I am feeling nauseous.
He tells me to put my head between my knees and breath. Which I do. And
then I ask him how he knows so much detail about my life and he says most
of it is public record, like birth certificates, marriage licenses, death
certificates and I point out that I am not dead yet. He says no but my mom
died in Arizona in 1994 and this really give me the creeps. He tilts my
chin up and says he is only two years older than me but I look much
younger. I go into this sort of shocked state. He asks me if I am ok,
logically I am thinking that he would not ask this if he intended to harm
me. He says he is trying to protect me.
The next scene is that we're in some kind of big house. He has already
given me the tour. I am sitting on this bed looking into a mirror. I am
reflecting on the tour I have just had and what sticks out the most is
that they have moved my computer from my house to this house. And, I am
sitting on this bed thinking that this has got to be a dream and that if I
walk out the door there will be a long hallway with multiple doors, and
slide chutes just like in my normal dreams. I can leave here and run down
these hall ways and hide, or escape. And I think that I can make myself
leave the scariness of the situation and probably end up on some beach
somewhere, so I do.
The next scene, I am sitting on the beach. The waves are rolling in over
my toes, I can feel the sand against my legs and I am now wearing this
long T-shirt that covers just past my hips. I smell the salt air and feel
the breeze lifting my hair. And I am reaffirming that this really is just
a dream. And suddenly wishing I hadn't left the erotic moments behind me
and wondering if I can incorporate parts of that dream and manifest that
guy here. Which, of course, I do. He sits behind me on the beach and I
kind of meld into him, becoming one but separate. I am much more relaxed
now that I am certain that this is a dream after all, and secure in the
knowledge that I have the ability to manipulate circumstances within the
confines of this dream world. He asks me if I am ok and I tell him that
this is just a dream.
He says that it is not just a dream. I get a disturbing sensation but I
push it down and he presses his lips against my temple. I close my eyes. I
don't understand and I think I say so or maybe I just think it but I get
images of me working in an office like a dream flash as though I am seeing
my real life only it looks like my dreams from my real life perspective.
I.e. As though my dream, this that I am experiencing is real, and the real
life I was living was really the dream. They have somehow been exchanged.
I feel like there is more information but I don't quite get it and the
guys seems like he is CIA or FBI or something.
He is whispering against my temple and talking about my hair which is
short and red and pointing out that it used to be long and brown and how
it has taken on the qualities of my dreams of long ago. And my body, it is
firmer like it always is in my dreams. He is making the comparison between
my past and my dreams and how I look more like my past dreams now than
ever and I realize that he is right. And, even though he isn't speaking I
hear thoughts and see images of my life and how it has morphed into a
dream like I always imagined it could be. Its like I am taking real pieces
of my life and seeing how it could have been manifested out of a dream
that I had and it feels very real. And, I am realizing how real the sand
feels and I am mostly just confused at this point. As if I am in some kind
of matrix experience and I remember in "Fight Club" where he
says they call this the crossover and I am pondering that concept.
Awake, I pick up other images and connections that I can't really explain
within the context of the dream but the gist is that my dream work online
has been somehow noticed by some government agency and that somebody wants
to kill me. And, somebody wants to protect me, because I am making some
amazing discoveries about dreams and how they influence our reality. The
last scene ends with me sitting at my computer- this dream has taken all
of the qualities of adventure, excitement, eroticism and eye-spy qualities
that I deeply long for and the "dream" that I am typing into the
computer has become some boring crap about a girl living this mundane
life, all caught up in this office environment and looks amazingly like my
real life as if I have somehow swapped places.
Well, I don't have much
to add to this. What I think the dream is saying is that we
have a very real possibility of creating our reality and can use our
dreams to manifest what we see in our life. I am not into conspiracy
theory much at all but I can see why the dream would use this concept as
it adds to the sense of adventure. And, the fact that some people
would not whole heartedly support me on this dream quest (and hence want
to "kill" me) is really just a metaphor for others trying to
squelch our dreams in real life. From the information in the dream,
I can tell that this is a foretelling of things to come and wonder how
much of this will transpire in the next couple of years. For
instance, my relationship with Andy has been 6 years but the man says that
Andy was my longest relationship of 7 years. It will be interesting
to see how this event actually turns out in the future.
September 4, 2K
I am approaching the farm where I
work and as I stand at the gate I understand that today is a new day and
that the rules have changed and that if I walk through this gate, I must
abide by the new rules. As I enter the gate, there is a horse off to
my right side. I wonder if I should go feed it but then it wanders
over to the feed bins and begins to feed itself.
So I go about my business and I am
feeding the goats and I see that they are eating shit, literally eating
shit. And I begin to scoop up more shit mixed with hay for them to
eat. Then I go off to do something else and I have all this
blood on my hands so I decide to wash them and when I go to the sink to
wash them, there are two dead chickens (gutted and plucked) in the
sink. Now, the chickens are not part of the routine and I am
standing here with blood on my hands wondering how to deal with this
aberration on the routine. Normally, I would have cleaned the
chickens and washed my hands and gone about my day. But, since the
rules have changed and the chickens are not part of the normal routine...I
am at a loss. There is a young boy standing here that is the farmers
son and I turn to him to ask his advice. I explain that normally I
would clean the chickens, what does he think, and he says he thinks he
would clean the chickens too.
So I clean the chickens and wash my
hands and then the farmer comes in. Nothing is said but I can see
that he looks at the chickens and that cleaning them was ok even though I
did not ask for permission to do so. In a very big way, I feel
like the chicken was a test, maybe even a trick to see if I could
stay with this new routine.
There is simply no way I can win
here. The horse represents power again and I wonder if I need to
feed it but then it feeds itself. Truth! So I go feed the
goats (I am a Capricorn by the way) and I am feeding them shit. So,
what this says to me is that I disagree pretty strongly with
something I am being force-fed. As I have been having the issues at
work and one of the areas was that I needed to be more subservient, I
think this is a prominent factor here. I think the farmer represents
my boss and the chicken, is, well the entire scenario kind of smells of
trickery afoot if you ask me. This is really a strong metaphor
for the situation at work because specifically, I was asked to give them
exactly what they asked for, no more / no less. I most situations,
this is not possible plus if I were to have a suggestion and not make it
then I would be called out later for not making an obvious
suggestion...which is what the chicken states...clean the chicken or just
leave it sit there for somebody else as I was not asked specifically to
If intuitively I picked the right
action, I was not disciplined but had the probability of being disciplined
for not following the routine...and if I did not follow my intuition and
ignored the new work of the chicken, then I would be in trouble for not
using my common sense, for not stepping up and accepting new
responsibilities. It was very frustrating.
September 13, 2K
I must preface this
dream with some personal detail. I had just had a psychic reading by
a clairvoyant from New Zealand and she encouraged me (very strongly) to
get my dreams together and get the published (soon). It seems
a bit more ambitious that what I would normally undertake. At any
rate, I am being encouraged to follow this dream stuff and get more of it
out to the public, sooner than later. This night was a full moon and
because of this, I had started a small white candle burning and asked
spirit to take blocks out of my life (full moon begins to diminish - wane
- and therefore you ask it to take things out as it starts to fade
and begin its journey to the new moon. On a new moon you want to ask
for things that you wish to grow in your life.)
The beginning parts of the dream I
could not remember but the feel was that I had just passed some kind of
rite of passage and that I had been "liberated".
I am standing on the roof of this
stone structure and it feels like it is a long, long time ago. The
structure seems to blend into the area as if adobe style made from bricks
of the local mud. I am standing at the edge of this structure when I
notice that the "common" people (natives?) are bucking over,
bending to shield themselves and some are even being blown away and I
realize that this incredible wind storm has kicked up and that I am in the
middle of it but it doesn't even touch me, moving at least three feet area
all around me. I realize also as I look across this structure
that a couple of other people are like me, untouched by the windstorm, and
I start to make my way toward these other people. I am a male
about 30 or so. I feel very strong and young but in this time I am
probably an elder of some sort (like a shaman).
The next scene I am sitting with a
fairy type (tinkerbell'ish) entity and she is telling me her name is
Petretia, I don't hear the words but see them printed before me. It
looks like it should be pronounced Patricia (Which was my mothers
name). And she is explaining how she is here to help me and that she
is alive currently (probably as a male in human form).
Wind represents communications.
I felt that this dream was telling me that I am rather unique in that I am
able to walk through the storm of dreams and bring them forth to the
light, unlike most people who can not remember their dreams or claim to
not dream at all. The wind held a fear quality to it in the
dream as if people are actually afraid of their own dreams and possibly
that is why they choose to block out their own insights.
The candle I had burnt when I went to
bed was still burning when I woke up near midnight and I was laying there
thinking that I needed to remember this for the next day so I could
write it down. I started to doze back off when the candle flickered
and faded out then exploded into one last bright flame and died
altogether. I found this strange and decided to get up and write the
dream right then. When I looked at the clock it was exactly 12:00.
September 18, 2K
I was in a small tin boat and I was
traveling with many others on this small river.
I end up in a small village and I am
a soldier in Vietnam. Some government people are directing my
friends and I to this church and when we go in, everybody is smoking
pot. I eat some of it (probably smoked it too). Everybody
smokes and about 3/4 of the people get up and leave. But, I find I
am making myself a tuna sandwich and it is with great care and detail that
I am piling this sandwich together. Then these other soldiers
come in and they are going to kill the few people left in the church to
set an example. (impression is that they can give and they have the
power to take away) So, here I am in the middle of making this sandwich
and they have the rest of the people laying on the floor near the front of
the church and I go over to the soldier near the back door and ask what is
going on, even though it seems pretty clear to me. He becomes very
agitated and says I should be on the floor with the rest of the soldiers
they are getting ready to terminate but after a few minutes he finally
tells me to get the hell out of the church. So I leave. I
don't recall hearing gunshots after I leave but I get the sense that they
will or did kill the soldiers who were left in the church.
represents emotions and I am crossing over a river in a boat so this would
represent that the dream is dealing with some emotional issues. I am
a soldier which puts me in a group setting and since it is a village, I am
going to guess that this is a work place. Now, I know what is
happening in my place of work and there does seem to be some power issues
occurring, very much like a "we have the power to grant and to take
away" type of situation. The interesting thing here is
that I am making a sandwich. I am receiving some sort of nourishment
within this situation. In a sense, I am receiving a spiritual
feeding. The pot serves as a distraction, things being offered to
appease the masses and then brutally taken away. I am near to being
killed with the rest of the soldiers but for some reason, I am
allowed to leave. Hmmm, well I have my own thoughts on what that
might mean but I won't elaborate here. As I have just asked to take
a leave of absence in order to put together this dream book project, I
think it is very possible that part of my psychi feels as if it is
escaping a death of some sort.
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