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002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Vampire
003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Recurring Number 3
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coworker drm-peace had lain to the right of the location of the workers if
he had avoided becoming 'her'
alligator drm-peace had lain to the right of the bathroom if you had avoided
"being gone to" (also substitute soccer for bathroom and not liked for gone
to and substitute slide for bathroom and somethinglike for being bone to)
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becoming like the teeth
untitled drm-peace had lain to the right of the nowhere if you had avoided
becoming started giving
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fear
sep drm-peace had lain to the right of the boarding if you had avoided
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Vampire
Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2000 12:30:24 -0700
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Dream Title Vampire
Drunken Tigress
Date of Dream 8/25/00
9 AM - 12 PM
Dream It started out in my dining room as i was putting
everythung away and people were going to sleep. there were about 10 people
including myself and my parents. there was a boy named zack, another named
tommy, and danny, i don't remember the girls names. they were approximately
around 12-16 years of age. it turned out that danny was really a vampire or
a demon that was trying to take us into his underworld one by one. he was
located at the bottom of the stairs "sucking" people to him, while the
people were in the mud room huddled around the threshold (this is my
basement before it was remodeled by the way). i felt myself being pulled by
danny and i fought it by clinging onto the walls and made it into the mud
room. i looked around me and i thought to myself that i might as well just
give up and go back because there was no way out, so i head back out. this
time it was an old repairman that was after me and i ran back inside the
mud room to the water heate!
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r and when he followed me, he stopped chasing me. he was "possessed" and
the water heater had some effect on him. i told certain people to stand by
the water heater so danny couldn't get to them. my parents stood there, and
i told zack and tommy to also. tommy shook his head. it was then that the
water heater broke down and then it wasn't a mud room anymore but more like
a classroom where the door was open to a neighboorhood and a street. i held
out this blue shower cap i had on and flagged down a school bus and two
policemen. everyone was getting into the school bus when zack and i saw the
"ghost" of danny flying out of the house. i said that even if we run away
he might come back and kill us. so zack decided to go back in and i
followed along with two other girls.
i go back to the basement and let in tommy and two dogs through the sliding
glass door. i remember looking out the window from above watchin tommy get
the saint bernard back, that was why he was outside. and one dog was inside
with me (i was being careful not to let him get out) and i let tommy in
first, then the saint bernard, and last this mutt named maverick. they all
went into the den (next to the mud room) while i was closing the sliding
door. the i turned around and saw danny by the stairs and i screamed. danny
looked at me but went towards the den instead. zack is somehow out of the
den and he hurries up the stairs knowing that the attic (it's a different
house now, i've never seen it before) is the safest place. he makes it up
there before i do while im struggling with the stairs. then as i peer into
the attic i see danny and he had zack around the neck. i rush back down
into this dining room with a lot of little tables and i see two other girls
there. i tell them abou!
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t zack and all of a sudden, the dessert cart starts moving and it's coming
after me. i didnt see until i was almost cornered that it was danny pushing
it, but he couldnt see me or the other girls. if the tray touched me or i
made a sound then i would reveal myself.
that was when i woke up...
Comments by Dreamer when i woke up i felt as if i had to go back to
sleep to kill danny and save those two girls...and the names Danny and
Tommy are two out of three names that i would like to name my sons in the
future.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Recurring Number 3
Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2000 23:14:15 -0700
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Dream Title Recurring Number 3
D10n...
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Date of Dream 4:45am, Monday 31st July 2000
Dream It's 4:45am, on Monday 31st July 2000. "Goose"
bumps are still raised on my body but only partly from the cold. I have an
urge to look over my shoulder to see who is there. No one. I am alone. The
kettle has just boiled and I hope the coffee can take the blur from my eyes
so that I may type better.
Before it fades let me tell you of the song fragment playing over and over
in my mind. For those who know my situation at this time it will seem
pertinent. As I remember the song the words are, "Walk away, baby what you
say, walk away, now she's walking out the door, like she did a thousand
times before." There are variations though this may be due to my waking up
and analysing what is a subconscious activity.
Although nearing my mid 30's I think there is some merit to having a
nightlight or lamp next to my bed. I was woken abruptly at 4:27am by a bite
to my toe from a small dog like sub-animal with small pointy steel like
teeth; roughly a circular jaw. I was lying on my back, facing the ceiling
when I was woken. There above me was a tall and overly thin person shape.
Very dark, perhaps African in nature. Having lighter feet suggested to me
that it was waring white socks. It stood there with its feet either side of
my hips for a moment, less than a moment; like it was already moving as I
opened my eyes. It walked through the wall and into the night leaving me
shivering although I was warm enough under the blankets. The type of shiver
my grandmother would attribute to someone walking over her grave.
Suddenly it hit me, the dream. I have had that dream before. It's a dream I
have had a few times. Under what circumstances I cannot recall. I was woken
as the last scenes were being enacted. Scenes which have caused me to lash
out with my arms protectively, call out from pain and fear and which left
me shivering under the blankets trying to block the images from my mind as
the entire dream bombarded me with it's memory…
The dream seemed to be shorter in some areas as if those longer, more
pleasant segments were edited out. I can almost recall them from past
'screenings' of this dream. They are inconsequential really; joining themes
that give the dream it's vivid reality by lacing segments together smoothly.
The dream begins in the house of my mid childhood some distance from a
small country town. There are many people in the house. So many that the
rooms are larger and there are even additional rooms added from previous
and subsequent homes. I think I know all of these people but it matters
little, I am just very happy to be 'home' again. It's been a long time
since I was here and nothing has changed.
As I walk out the back door I can remember how the huge back yard, which
leads onto bush land, had it's small areas if significance to me. Now the
area is immense seemingly to accommodate my adult perspective. I see two
children playing on the border of two such areas. As I approach them they
look strange, as if their young boy and girl images are covering something
more sinister. It's easy to ignore. They have erected three small poles and
have a bat and ball. But they lack the ability to move out of their area
enough to play a game. The boy offers me some fruit. The sweetest
strawberries I have ever tasted. There is watermelon, mango and others I
cannot quite identify. I do not care for these other fruits.
"I know where there are some blue fruit growing wild which taste even
better than these strawberries, do you want to come and taste them?" I ask
the boy.
He agreed but had difficulty leaving his small area. The journey should
have taken many hours, which confused me. Did I go the right way or was I
daydreaming so much that I did not notice my surroundings?
We arrived at a piece of land that has been a cliff edge overlooking the
sea and at one time a river. This time it was a raised bank; the shoreline
of a huge lake upon which were people sailing small boats. I offered him
the blue fruit, growing on a small weed like plant. I knew it would kill
him. He ate and died quicker than he has in the past.
The walk from the lake bank to where the school bus passed is very long. My
grey school uniform looks out of place on the dirt track amid the scrub and
small trees. I'm thankful that my school bad is not heavy. I have never
caught the school but at this particular stop so I hope my timing is good.
To my surprise there are several busses waiting at a small depot. I panic
without reason trying to identify which bus is mine knowing that they all
arrive at the same school. The driver is not happy that I am late. Strange,
how could I be late when I have never before boarded the bus here?
As the bus passes our house I can see my mother watering the lawn. She
waves as we pass and I wonder what happened to all the trees. I take note
of the surroundings and realized that the bus ride to school will take a
long time so watching television will make the trip shorter.
I am a cartoon fox reporting to the police station for my next task. I must
complete one task to be able to move onto the next level. Having failed
unknown tasks before does not deter me from trying again. Although I do not
know what the next level will be I can clearly remember the previous one;
when I was alive. Now that I am dead I must prove myself worthy of
continuing. Most of the other people sitting in the waiting room all look
to have given up. Their cartoon animal cover is fading in and out.
I look up from the television in our lounge room as my mother calls me.
There are three of my friends from a few years in the future at the door.
They do not seem bothered by my school uniform. As we walk into what should
have been the bathroom I find my three friends laying in a dark bedroom
together in a large bed. I realize they are dead. They say that they are
here only to say goodbye. I wish them well and cross the hall to
investigate a door that should not be there. In the room is my 1-year-old
nephew. He will be my sisters first born child in more than ten years time.
I leave him to sleep.
There is a small gathering in the lounge room. Most of the people I do not
know; friends of my mother. It does not matter as they all ignore me. What
does matter is that the lounge room is now a bare floored beer hall with
long wooden tables. Why is this here? I think I need to go outside and
check where I am again. Maybe get some more strawberries from the girl.
My mother is just outside the back door. It is night. She has a worried
look on her face. "Oma has been here again. I put that old television out
into the back of the yard and it has dragged itself back again."
I realize that my grandmother is dead and that my mother was referring to
Oma's ghost. She asks me to take the old television back to where she put
it. I was about to protest that it was too heavy then realized I was in my
mid 20's; perfectly capable of moving the heaviest televisions.
As I passed the girl she said that I had been gone for so long. Where had I
been? She was now an old lady, still holding the cricket bat and some
strawberries. She offered me some but I knew they were as old as she was;
most likely poisonous. Declining politely her offer I continued on my way
to replace the television where it was destined to rot.
Weary from carrying it so far I sat down to watch some cartoons. It was the
fox again, still trying to complete his 'purgatory' task and making a
comical farce of his effort. I resisted the urge to be him and looked away
to see some tall buildings. I was sitting beneath a tree in a park area
with some work colleges. Most of them were lunchtime terrorists. They were
preparing to leave having decided which building or bridge to destroy. I
declined their request to join them preferring to remain with a friend who
was not feeling very well. She had eaten some small blue berries with her
lunch.
She leaned on my chest and said she needed to rest her eyes for a while. I
did not mind, having her lean on me was very pleasurable even though I knew
she would die. Her breathing became a little harder and she began to
increase in weight. I could not hold her and slipped from the tree I was
leaning against. The movement caused her to roll over and land with her
chest on my stomach. Having admired her from a distance this situation was
arousing me. But she continued to increase in size, bloating.
I knew from times passed when this same situation occurred that I would die
from being crushed and smothered. Similar to drowning under great pressure.
How do I know this without ever having been drowned under great pressure
before? From a dream I had when I was chased into the lake from the large
bank where the blue berries grow by some steel jawed dogs.
This is when I woke after being bitten on the toe by one of these dogs to
discover the large African shape standing over me on my bed. That was two
hours ago even though it seems like a few minutes. The memory is clear. The
feeling is strong but I've calmed enough to stop looking over my shoulder.
Having abruptly finished one part of my life and begun a new chapter due to
events beyond my control, what does this dream mean? Why have I dreamed
this same dream before? I wish I could recall when and under what
circumstances I have had this dream before.
Comments by Dreamer One Of Three Recurring Dream Themes. Only one with
nightmare qualities.
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