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001 - [EMAIL PROTECTED] - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n007
002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Down Under DreamTime
003 - [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Gerald - Christmas' Ghost!
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Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n007
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 1998 14:45:32 EST
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judge drm-peace had lain to the right of the judge if you had avoided being
"like" until the next drm
addition to oo6 drm and its fish hooks-if you had avoided making yourselfand
others { "upset" } to the right of the friend's house ( UPSET was missing in
the first printing 007 re:006 dream of fish hooks )
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Down Under DreamTime
Date: Sun, 20 Dec 1998 14:55:00 -0800
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I recall two films about Australia and dreams. One was the cult classic
Walkabout, which I think I liked because I was a young guy with bursting
hormones.
Another is by Wen Wenders, a German filmmaker, called "until the end of the
world" In this film, after what seems a very, very, long and slow plot,
they come to Australia and use these machines that can record and play back
dreams. They all get addicted for sometime, becoming overly facinated and
hooked on the hinderlands of their own minds.
Final holiday dreams. Saw Nutcracker last night. Lots of black dresses in
the audience, velvet dresses on young girls. oddly transported. The ballet
reminded me that "dream" is also a rhetorical device and it about the only
way to trace dream in cultural history from the medieval ages to the 19th
Century.
-Richard
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From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Gerald D'Aoust)
Subject: Christmas' Ghost!
Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1998 09:24:00 -0800 (PST)
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Dear Dreamers,
this is my dream of last night. It is divided into 4 parts...
- Christmas' Ghost -
a)- I was telling everyone about the existence, according to the Biblical
Holy Scriptures, of a lenghty complete natural yarn of material of close to
raw silk colour, but not silk, which had been stolen by some people who
would have soiled it and that by finding this yarn one would see the
fulfilment of the prophecy and at the same time the identity of those who
stained it. Yes! (This is truly what was said in my mind!!Wow!!)
b)- On my way to where I was heading, which at that place seemed to be the
highest point of a hill from where we could see a city, the proclamation
which I had made had provoqued some people and very much some physical
minded guys, one of them in particular who was sitting on a picnic table who
said to me, with an accent which I thought was German, (excuse the
language)... "By the way you speak, you sound like a Cock-Sucker!" ... oh! I
was not very pleased about that and I went right to him and and about a foot
from his face I replied very loudly... "It's not because you sound or even
look like a Cock-Sucker that you are a real Cock-Sucker." Now, that tilted
him... but a friend of his got irritated and came to try engage a fight with
me and I said to myself, I will pick him up and lift him right above my head
and throw him to the ground... and that should be enough. But, the guy,
eventhough his normal size, was heavy like iron and only got him above my
shoulder and could not lift him at the full stretch of my arms... but still
threw him on the ground, flat on his back and that was still plenty
sufficient not to be bothered by any of them anymore.
c)- I was back down in the flats and in what appeared to be some new fresh
industrial park still in construction where I was given the job to paint a
look-alike sidewalk from the porch of a large newly built Price Club or
Co-Op General Store up to the new highway which was passing a few hundred
feet from it. I had this big sprayer which sprayed about a foot wide and
starting from the porch I made my first line which had a few deviations but
going back and forth I readjusted the path and it turned out fine. I was
saying to myself as I was spraying over loose sand that as soon as people
would begin walking over it that it would disappear... but it seemed that
the idea was to show the trail and once it would be used and traffic would
come, the real trail would do itself by itself.
4)- Then, with a few other people, we went to see, not far from there and
in the same area, a funny high stairway building. It was in red brick with
cement capping, four or five stories high above the ground and from outside
it looked like a high rectangular box except that the fully open top portion
was on a 45 degree slope angle due to the stairway inside. The stairways
were all on the same side and inside that building it was obvious that the
stairways flights were all one above the other and if you were in that
building and climbing that you would ascend on a stairway and once at the
top of it you would have to walk around the inside on that level until you
would come to the next stairway... and in the center would have been a hole
going from top to bottom. Now, on the top of this building was a guy who
seemed to be a friend of mine because he was waving to us but at the same
time he was shouting things and provoking the authorities because Cops or a
Squat team of somekind was sent to arrest this guy who was saying "Come and
get me if you can?" and they all got in. Someone who was with me said "Oh!
no! They are going to catch him." and I replied "I doubt, I don't think
so... because he seems to know exactly what he's doing and must be prepared
for this and will most likely slide down a rope like an alpinist right down
through the center and will come out by an underground exit." We went a bit
further and found a large entry way built of the same red brick and cement
materials as the stairway tower which again was very similar to a subway
station stairway and as anticipated he was rapidly coming up these stairs
laughing and I went down to meet him half way and it was a guy which I saw
last in 1972, a real strong and happy going "down to earth" Northern Ontario
french-speaking farmboy by the name of "Noel something" (can't remember his
last name) when we were in training as Officers in the Canadian Armed
Forces. (Anyways, I was always surprised when I met guys named Noel because
I only met a few in my life who wear this name which translated in english
is "Christmas"!!!... and this particular guy was so joyful and merry that we
were calling him "Joyeux Noel"... "Merry Christmas"!!! It's true, he was
Merry Christmas all year round!)
Anyways, I shook hand with "Merry Christmas" and we got the Hell out of
there and headed home... to my place.
d)- Once at home, in the kitchen, there was a warm fire going in the old
cook stove when we arrived and the place was warm and cosy... because Noel
said "Oh! it's nice and warm in here"... and someone brought some clothes
for us to wear and I remember taking off my workclothes and sliding into
some beautiful Afghani Tip-Top and most colourful wearing apparels. My
"Tumban" long shirt was all silk of a beautiful pale silvery blue colour
with fully embroided front all of the same colour and thought that it was
maybe a little bit tight at the chest... but no replied the smiling women
who were there as one of them said "No, it fits perfectly... like a glove."
And it is true, I had full movement in it and it was beautiful with its
baggy sleeves... and I was looking at a young and familiar looking girl, who
felt as if she was my own girl, wearing a beautiful fully embroided shirt of
a loosely woven material perhaps similar to the above yarn with all kinds of
flowers of different colours and a matching vest also fully embroided!! The
work on it was not as refined in craftmanship but it was as if it had been
done by a young person in the trade. Wow! It felt so good to see and wear
some real clothes... fully handmade and it reminded me of the days when
people would wear clothes that they were making all by hand to fit their
individual personalities. Everybody was so happy and how could we not be
considering who was among us...our "long time no-see" guest, my very good
and constantly laughing friend... Joyeux Noel!?"
May the Ghost of Christmas, you know the crazy one from the Stairway to
Heaven, be with you too!
That was a good one! The funny return of Joyeux Noel!
Merry Christmas!
G�rald
PS: That dream was so much fun that I had to get up in the middle of the
night to write it down because otherwise it would have dissipated by
morning. That was a good dream... let me see what you see in this divine
message?
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