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001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - "The Illusion of Control" - Brad88
002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - More from Brad - "The Illusion of Control"
003 - "Lane McCullough, LMSW-AC - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n027
004 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - avoiding janeen
Electric Dreams: Dream Flow
A fountain of dreams in Cyberspace
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: "The Illusion of Control" - Brad88
Date: Wed, 20 Jan 1999 18:12:09 -0800
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Dream Title "The Illusion of Control" - Brad88
Date of Dream 1/20/99- betweem 1 and 5 a.m.
Dream I was actively dreaming when I came to the
realization of what I was doing- I consciously recognized I was in a dream
(or so I thought). The moment I could see myself in my own dream I
immediately found myself in my bed, where I grabbed the pencil off my
window sill and began taking notes of my dream- on my bed sheet (?). I was
slowly loosing touch of my actual dream while I was writing, so I decided
I'd just continue dreaming instead of trying to record it; I'd rather be in
my dream than in my bed, I thought.
Comments by Dreamer When I awoke I looked on my window sill, there was
no pencil. I then looked at my bed sheet, there was no writing. I realized
that I was dreaming the whole time! In my dream I realized I was dreaming,
and I actually thought I woke up to record it while it was going on. I
realized how little control I actually had on my own dream.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: More from Brad - "The Illusion of Control"
Date: Wed, 20 Jan 1999 18:29:51 -0800
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Hi, my name is Brad. I actually would not mind having my e-mail address
posted for feedback, from either the readers or from you.
"The Illusion of Control" - Brad88
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From: "Lane McCullough, LMSW-ACP" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n027
Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1999 11:32:50 -0600
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This is my first response to Electric Dreams so I hope that it gets through.
I like the idea of re-incarnation being expressed as a part of the dream.
However, what struck me as an important part of the dream is the way that
the dreamers purpose is explicity addressed by the dream figure at the
cemetary. From the Jungian perspective, to get a clue about the true
purpose of the Self is extremely helpful. It's what we're here for. To
fulfill our "purpose".
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Date: Wednesday, January 20, 1999 1:28 PM
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> 001 - [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Gerald - Immortal Chase - Pertinent Comments
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> 004 - "Margaret Miller" <margar - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n026
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>Electric Dreams: Dream Flow
>A fountain of dreams in Cyberspace
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>From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Gerald D'Aoust)
>Subject: Immortal Chase - Pertinent Comments
>Date: Tue, 19 Jan 1999 10:47:51 -0800 (PST)
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> Dear Jordan,
>
> I would like to thank you for posting such wonderful guidance dream
>which comes right in time to discuss about dreams and reincarnation!!!
>
> Here is your dream again for ease of reference...
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>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: Immortal Chase
>Date: Sun, 17 Jan 1999 16:57:09 -0800
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>Immortal Chase - Jordan
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>I was talking w/ my friends in a grocery store getting a pop and then all
of
>a sudden this man, (Who looked in his sixties) started to chace us. Then
it
>became dark. I was in a land like none ever I had seen. I spotted a
rounded
>bush and very leafy a green and hopped in it hoping that the man would not
>find me.
> After of what seemed to be months in the dark bush I found myself outside
of
>it a cemetery. At this ordinary looking cemetery, A middle aged man said to
>me," aren't you this man on this tomb stone, and he brought me to it.
> Then I realized it was! It said several dated of when I died, that
queried
>me very much. It accrued to me that I could be an immortal. Than I
stumbled
>across the man who I had been ran after by and I asked me if I was. He
said
>yes u were one of the chosen ones to look after the world as it grows, as
for
>me and some other people like him. The person he pointed to was one of my
>best friends.
> Then I was about to go on a quest that I cant exactly remember what for
but
>something that had to do w/ finding all of the other immortals.
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>
> ...so, what do you think my friends? Can't this dream be more indicative
>that it is really through dreams that we get to learn about our previous
>lives? Woah!
>
>
> "Grasping the True nature of dreams,
>
> May I train myself in the clear Light of the Miraculous Transformation.
>
> Let it come that I obtain the Non-Forgetting Intellect
> and "remember" my past life (or lives)."
>
> And these words of the Winged-horse Rider, in a previous life as the Guru
>Padma-Sambhava are the essence of the Tibtan Book of the Dead.
>
> Doesn't that dream remind you of the famous words of Krishna to
Arjuna?...
>
> "Many lives, Arjuna, you and I have lived, I remember them all, but thou
>dost not." (Bhagavad Gita, IV,5)
>
> ... and you know that Science of the nowledge of Previous lives is the
>foundation of the Higher Knowledge referred to as the Enlightement... such
>as stated in the Teachings of the Buddha...
>
> The Buddha's Rememberings
> "In recollection, all former births passed before His Eyes. Born in such
a
>place, of such a name, and downwards to his present birth, so through many,
>hundreds, thousands.....all His births and deaths he knew."
> (Ashvaghosha's "Life of the Buddha", Samuel Beal's Translation)
>
> "This was the first stage of his knowledge; his ignorance (as regards
>prior births) hath vanished, and his knowledge(as regards prior births)
hath
>arisen: darkness hath departed, and light hath arrived." (Anguttara Nikaya,
>Eka Duka and Tika Nipata (Galle, Ceylon, 1913, pp.188-189 and pp.273-274,
>translation by E.R.J.Gooneratne)
>
> ... because there is definitely something there for people to see!!!
>
>
> And again, talking about tombstones, it was in fashion, a long time ago,
>to write things in regards to reincarnation on tomstones in many places,
>such as this one in Rome...
>
> "QVAM TELETVM EXCIPET MATER DEOC MVNDO REVERTENTEM"
>
> "How gladly will Divine Mother receive you, returning to this world"
> (Something written on the funeral stone of a young man in Rome)
>
> Anyways, what a great and most revelatory dream that one was. Wow!
>
> I loved it!!!
>
> Thank you Jordan,
>
> Dr. Deus
>
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>peace had lain to the rightof the grocery store if you had avoided becoming
>"suddenly".
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>more at www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/
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>peace had lain to the right of the field if you had avoided "started" in
>yourself and others until the next dream
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>more at www.dreamgate.com./dream/dubetz/
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>Date: Tuesday, January 19, 1999 12:25 PM
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>> 001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - landslide
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>>Electric Dreams: Dream Flow
>>A fountain of dreams in Cyberspace
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>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>Subject: landslide
>>Date: Mon, 18 Jan 1999 08:57:14 -0800
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>>Dream Title landslide by frank
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>>Date of Dream 4-?-97
>>Dream I was walking around in a field acrossed from a
>>high school that I used to go to. The ground started shaking and I was
>>buried alive underground with hundreds of other people. we were under
>>ground like the earth had swallowed us. I was keeping alive under ground
>>with 6 or 7 other people, we had just enough space to sit around. we were
>>eating little dirt pattys for food. I finally dug my way out from
>>underground and walked up to the school. seven or eight years had passed
>>since I was buried. I asked a passer-by where some people that I knew
>>were, and they were all gone off in other places. they had all moved
away.
>> I walked home and saw my dad sitting in a recliner watching the
>>television. I started talking to him and told him that I was alive and
>>well. He barely noticed that I was there, and his attention quickly
turned
>>back the the television in front of him. It was like he didn't really
>>care.I walked out onto the street in front of my house!
>>!
>>, and was very confused about the logic of this whole thing, then I woke
>up.
>>Comments by Dreamer this dream was very depressing
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: avoiding janeen
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<bigger>note: stan requests that this name and address be kept with the
dream. - R
DATE : 21 jan 1999 07:53
DREAM : avoiding janeen
stan kulikowski ii <<[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
=( last night was a wednesday, i spent the early part setting up the
videophone for net meeting software and testing it out in preparation for
a web site project. the late night was curriculum design, a lesson on
CGI perl which is not going very well and i cannot tell why. the content
is simple and direct, but it seems to be taking me forever to get it
done. went to sleep around 03:30 feeling more unproductive than tired.
)=
"flaps down." i say into the mask microphone. i look over my right
shoulder at springfield massachusetts below us, a sprawling city of
concrete and highways.
"flaps down." confirms mark littlefield. he is flying second seat behind
me in the small jet. we bank over and quickly come down onto the city
street in an open patch of traffic. "braking" he reports once the wheels
are down. i steer the jet, now an automobile, into a side street and
find a double parking space to park in. the canopy pops upward with a
hiss and a jet of steam as i climb out. our vehicle is the lotus sst, a
small two seat version of the concorde which integrates with street
traffic so it can be driven as a car when not in the air. ours is black
which model is known to have a slight heat problem when it breaks the
sound barrier while still on the ground.
i pull the black helmet off and toss it in the front seat. mark says he
will wait here and maybe get some shut eye while i go get the groceries
we stopped for. we are due back in germany in a few hours and had
promised his wife that we would pick up some supplies for dinner before
we left this country. mark is always a little jet lagged these days it
seems with all his jet set lifestyle.
after i have gone about two steps, unexpectedly, janeen comes up to me
and hands me two slices of cold pizza. "stan, just the person i wanted
to see" she says. "i want to talk with you." she is still long and
thin after all these years, beautiful to look at, untrustworthy to hold.
we were once a matched set, but one of us changed. as expected, there is
a man waiting for her a few paces away.
i toss the pizza in back of the sst to mark and start to walk away.
"sorry, the feeling is no longer mutual." i tell her, trying to get
away. it is not difficult to see what i once saw in her. she has an
attraction for sure, but she always said that all relationships were
temporary, on borrowed time. ours ran out and that was the natural order
of things. for her, at least.
i turn several corners and she keeps following me. "stan, will you
wait?" no, i want to be too busy for this. i step into a small corner
diner and she follows me in with her present man in tow. i finally stop
and turn to hear her out.
"i have finally sold one of my paintings." she says to me in triumph. i
did not know she ever painted, but then as a secretary in the art
department at a large university, she was always hanging out with the art
students and faculty.
"which one?" i ask, pretending that i am interested.
"i am not certain," she says with a shake of her thin blonde hair.
"somewhere between number 51 and 56. the man who kept those back in 1976
would have those numbers to resell to someone. i just found out about it
yesterday. the deal is not quite made, but i will get 10% residual on
resale." i did not know that art sales worked that way, but i suppose
performance artists like television actor get kickbacks on syndication,
so it may be possible for media artists to have similar expectations.
i start to say something half hearted in an attempt to terminate this,
but before i do, her current man starts addressing the people in the
diner in a theatric way, "yes, sir. that is my girl here. she stands to
make a lot of money." janeen turns toward him and says "oh, alan."
he continues his expansive broadcast. "yes, she been mine from the first
time i took out my gun and marked her across the ear with the barrel."
that is it. i do not want to hear anymore. i quickly leave, hoping she
is paying attention to the jerk and not me so i can get away unnoticed.
forget the supply stop, i am just leaving.
but alan, the jerk, follows me out with janeen coming along behind. "now
wait a minute there. janeen wants you to come to our party celebrating
the sale of her painting." i am not interested and keep on going.
he pulls out a very shiney, silver plated pistol from his jacket and
waves it at me. "i said you stop." i don't recall him saying that, but i
keep on going. janeen would not allow him to hurt me, surely.
with a kablam, the gun is discharged with a blast that i feel at this
close range. it is very large caliber. but the bullet whistles by is
front of me, clearly intended for effect. i do not even flinch as i knew
he would not aim to injure me. my honest lack of concern obviously
shakes his bluster. if he is going to really shoot me, now would be the
time as he is showing through a coward, and i do not even care. janeen
grabs him by the arm and makes a gesture of annoyance. he makes an
extravagant reply of resignation. i wonder where that bullet hit in a
crowded city like this.
i step into the small front cockpit of the sst. it is so small that it
seems a wonder that i can squeeze in at all. mark is lying in the back
fusilage behind the second copilot seat. he has turned a yellow green
color, the same as the one remaining piece of pizza lying beside him. i
wonder if she had given me a poisoned treat for some reason, but i am
glad that i did not touch it. mark moans a little, enough to see that he
is not seriously ill despite the color change. better get back to
europe, will pick the groceries in neuremburg.
i slip down into the pilot seat, strapping on my black helmet. i do not
pay attention to whatever she is saying outside as i lower the canopy and
fire up the engines. the exhaust blasts back her hair and clothes,
showing those fine bone structures that i used to cherish as often as i
could. now, i can not hear anything she is earnestly trying to tell me
with the engines running even in taxi mode. what might have been if
either of us had been better than what we were. when i hit the big kick
thrust for takeoff the entire scene is washed away in regret and
afterburner.
=( i awake at 07:12 feeling surprisingly well rested for so early a wake
up. this dream seemed to have a natural ending to it. i seem to recall
many of my dreams of janeen have a similar theme, her with other men and
me trying not to care. that is how our relationship dissolved from her
side, and i have not been able to get beyond it even in dreams. just
replay of how little i want to see her and yet something inside keeps
attached. if that is so, i wish i could get back to the times i was
happy and content with her, rather than these separation but hanging on
connections. i was never civilized enough to pretend to be a friend
after being a lover. obviously, it is my failing that is showing
through. )=
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