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001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Friend with family
002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - A Strange Morning
003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Can't penetrate!
004 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Forbidden Kiss
005 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - The Grave and the ugly man
006 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - what could it mean?
007 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - South American Quest - the Shared Dream
008 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Abandoned House/ Raynedaz3
009 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Turn in your dreams for publication online
Electric Dreams: Dream Flow
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Friend with family
Date: Thu, 30 Dec 1999 12:27:55 -0800
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Dream Title Friend with family
-Seema
Date of Dream 12/30/99 around 4am
Dream I dreamt about my old college mate who is now married.( In reality-We
live in different parts of the world and have not contacts after college)
She and her family were there. She had 2 little girls. I was surpised to
see her having 2 kids.She seemed to be happy. But after talking to her she
complined that her husband does not help her in anything at home.That she
is a stay at home mom for now and that she'll go back to work after a while
to the same job 'coz her boss is a very nice person and has let her go back
to same job whenever she is ready
Comments by Dreamer I don't know what it means. I was pretty upset that
night and went to bed thinking why am I in this world, for what purpose etc
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: A Strange Morning
Date: Thu, 30 Dec 1999 17:36:19 -0800
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Dream Title A Strange Morning
Tom
Date of Dream 31/12/99
01:50
Dream It begins with a small crowd of us waiting on the intersection of
Sukhumvit 55, a very busy three-way intersection in downtown Bangkok, not
far from where I work. There is a small crowd of us waiting to cross the
street, the cars moving so thickly and quickly that we cannot jaywalk our
way across. No red lights, so people, one by one, make it across on their
own, each one just missing being hit by cars. Finally, I am standing alone,
the streets are deserted, no cars, no people. Everything is greasy black;
the sidewalks, sides of buildings, streets, what few trees there are
scattered here and there on the meridian, all black and resinous.
A woman appears besides me, pushing a stroller. I assume a baby is in this
traditional black stroller with a little hood/flap thing over the end.
Wordlessly I offer to push the stroller, and wordlessly she accepts. We
make our way across the now ever-so deserted street.
She begins to tell me that she is running errands. She has to walk all the
way down to Sukhumvit 4, about two miles from here, and has over 120 things
to do before the afternoon is over. I have to keep jumping over and
maneuvering the carriage past these huge potholes in the road that are
filled with greasy, black, roiling water.
Her first stop is at a paint shop. She recites the address to me. I have
never heard the address before, but I know of a paint shop nearby, and
assume that it's the one she wants. Since it's on the way to my work, I
offer to show her the way. I continue pushing the stroller. I haven't yet
looked into the stroller, but assume that her child is in there.
We pass a series of furniture shops, all filled in the fronts with
fashionable wooden lawn furniture. Each shop is deserted of people except
in the front of each shop there is the same obese, blonde-haired young girl
of about 8, who is wearing a red and yellow party dress. At some shops she
is looking and smiling at us, at others her head is turned away, still in
others she is sleeping. The woman laughs whenever she sees the girl, thinks
that it's funny. I'm creeped out.
It's not the paint shop she wanted, the one I am thinking of and have led
her to. Besides, this one is closed anyway, boarded up and covered with
slimy black greasy dirt. Everything around us is closed now, nothing open
at all. I show her which road she needs to go down to look for her paint
shop, the first task on her list, and she takes the carriage from me,
heading off down the street. A man follows behind her, a large mop in his
hand. The end of the mop has been dipped in white paint, which is dripping
all over the greasy black ground. As he follows closely behind her, he
leaves a white drippy trail of paint behind them, starkly contrasting
against the oily black and gray ground.
I get to work. It's actually not work, but a large room filled with tables
and couches. People are sitting here and there, about 10 of them. They are
all doing semi-erotic or taboo things, I know. Whenever I try to ask what
they are doing, they shyly look away or try to hide what they are doing. I
dance with one woman. She is dressed in a red dress. We tango a moment. I
then sit down next to a large man, who is probably about 25 years old. He
has sunglasses on, even though it's quite dark in the room. I put some
sunglasses on too. He's reading a small comic, filled with very soft
cartoon porn. It's in German. He only lets me see selected pages, the rest
of the book he hides from my sight, looking very embarrassed. I see these
strange comics of televisions flying through the air, of bizarre barbecues,
of funny cats. The pages he hides from my sight (thinking I cannot see
them) are usually of woman fellating men. "Have you ever been to San
Diego?" he asks. He !
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opens a page and the black and white cartoon book changes to color, frame
by frame. It becomes fields of rolling grassy hills, stone markers
scattered here and there, old trees swaying in the soft wind. It becomes a
graveyard.
I am in San Diego, in the gravelly parking lot of the graveyard, sitting in
the front seat of the car with the man and a friend of his. "There's a body
up there," he says, pointing to a small slope in front of the car, about
twenty feet away. I can just see the edge of a recently discovered and dug
up unmarked grave, and inside the grave I can see the tattered folds of a
rough thick plastic bag which holds something red and green and sickly-
rotten. Though I have not taken a close look (I am still in the car) I
assume that it is a woman and that these men have killed her and are going
back to see the body. The man and his friend leave the car to look, cameras
around their necks. Two police who are milling around close by see them but
don't stop them. The man and his friend are happy and excited, looking in
the grave and taking pictures. Dennis and Pam are sitting in a car to my
left. Dennis is excited and wants to see too. He gets out of his car and
runs over to the s!
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ide of the grave and peers in. His face goes ashen, and he turns, walks a
few steps, doubles over and starts heaving up bucketfulls of thick black
sticky vomit. Seeing it makes me almost get sick too. Pam gives him an
ironic look of 'I told you so'. Dennis makes his way back to the car, where
Pam is waiting. He is still vomiting at the side of the car, when I wake up.
Comments by Dreamer Dennis is my brother, Pam his wife
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Can't penetrate!
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 05:38:21 -0800
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Dream Title Can't penetrate!
Date of Dream 12/29/99
2:00am-10:00am
Dream I have this reoccuring dream in which I am with a stranger and we are
about to have intercourse but he can never penetrate me, no matter how hard
he tries. In a current dream I was with my boyfriend in a park, laying on
the grass, and we were about to have sex. He too, could not penetrate me. I
remember telling him "sorry" and looking up at the starry sky. After
struggling a little more, my boyfriend actually penetrated me; then we
continued to have sex.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Forbidden Kiss
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 05:38:54 -0800
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Dream Title Forbidden Kiss
Date of Dream 12/10/99-Night
Dream I was in the kitchen talking to a guy that I have lusted after for a
long time. We appeared to be roommates in a large white house. With a stern
look on his face, the guy told me to kiss him. I had a bottle of brown
alcohol in my hand, I drank some, and then kissed him. We were both very
passionately kissing each other. We kissed a second time and then he rushed
out of the house mumbling something to the extent of "I am going to my
girlfriends." He got into his car and drove off just as my boyfriend pulled
up to the house.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: The Grave and the ugly man
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 09:36:22 -0800
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Dream Title The Grave and the ugly man
Date of Dream December99
Dream 1.
I'm standing on the ground with my two feets, when I realize I'm standing
on a grave I havent seen before, and I can see the contours of it under the
mud and then I also realize that underneath is the grave of my long
lost(and dead) cat (one of them), I dont feel any fear, but are slightly
confused when I realize all this, and the ground feels a bit "swinging"
under me.
2. Then I was dreaming about my oldest son..I was in a public bathroom
somewere,when he was "storming in" chased by the uglyest and biggest man I
ever saw, trying to beat my son up and I was thinking" were can I find
something to hit this man dowm with"and I was looking around me for a
weapon of some kind. and before this dream, I had a short one were I was
trapped in the wildersness in a cabin somewere with some people and there
was a couple that hold us prison inthere.
Wish you a happy new millenium
Karin.
Comments by Dreamer There are some problems concerning my son and grandson
circumstances right now
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Permission Comments I would be happy for other peoples opinions about this
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: what could it mean?
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 09:35:35 -0800
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Dream Title what could it mean? -Sapphire
Date of Dream 12/31, 4 AM
Dream I had a dream last night that my sister and I were visiting my first
love at his parents house. Within the dream there are 3 times where I walk
in on him sitting on the toilet and all I see are his legs and plaid pajama
pants and I say I'm sorry I didn't know he was in there and close the door.
I can feel my face turning red even though I'm asleep. And then throughout
the dream, we are doing stuff like we used to do,(we never really dated we
were just really close and loved each other, we lived very far apart) going
out and hanging out bowling and playing pool and driving in the mountains
and riding his horses and just sparatically he would kiss me throughout the
dream and I kept feeling this tremendous feeling of love. I am married now
and so is he, but do I still "love" him? I know I love him, he is one of my
best friends, but am I "in love" with him? and what's the deal with walking
in on him in the bathroom, but not really seeing anything?
Comments by Dreamer If anyone can figure out this dream they must be a
genious, because I have looked through so many websites and books for an
interpretation!
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: South American Quest - the Shared Dream
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 11:12:46 -0800
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Dream Title South American Quest - the Shared Dream
Date of Dream 1998/1999
Dream I and my partner have shared dreams about a certain area of South
America for the last year. We have few details, no names or places other
than that. There is an airport, a area of deep forest being cleared. I have
been a researcher or archeologist there and experienced my own murder by
armed guards. I saw them steal the money from my dead body and my blood
flow over a heap of loose (foreign and unexchangeable) change on the
ground, low demoninations of all countries, evidence of serial murders in
the same location. We are both convinced something is trying to reveal
itself deep in the forest. Has anyone else had similar reccurring dreams?
Comments by Dreamer Only shared experience please - we have had enough of
critics - email us info: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Abandoned House/ Raynedaz3
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 12:23:06 -0800
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Dream Title Abandoned House/ Raynedaz3
Date of Dream 12/27/99
Dream My friend and I approached an abandoned building that was the size of
a large factory and castle mix. It didn't have any windows and it was made
of cement blocks and mortar. We found a garage door and my friend excitedly
encouraged me to investigate this deserted house/ mansion. I was hesitant.
Upon entering we encountered a kitchen that appeared to be lived in a short
time ago, but recently abandoned. The occupant seemed to have died a sudden
death, as there was signs of everyday living strewn about...dirty dishes,
mail on the table, etc.
Upon further investigation, we walked up a narrow flight of steps to an
attic that was full of old clothing and memorabilia. We just dabbled in the
things for a moment and I became increasingly uncomfortable.
The we decided to continue our investigation and exploration of the rest of
the house. Some of the rooms were decorated elaborately, like that of a
queen and then we approached rooms, through narrow hallways, that were
unfinished and the walls were bare, exposing partical board.
Before finishing our tour of this queer and unusual house, I got very
nervous and insisted we turn back.
When we did, I went outside, walked down a road and found my sister and a
few other people looking through photographs. They were photographs of my
childhood and most of them showed me crying and my face blotchy red
(meaning I was crying for a while). Some showed my mother, who in reality
died in a car accident when I was eight. Then these treasures of photos got
wet with water on the table and I tried desperately to dry them off so they
wouldn't get ruined...to no avail. I was bitter towards my sister because
she kept all the pictures that were of my mother in a pile that she
intended on not sharing with me.
Eventually I went back to that abandoned house. This time, there was a
woman in there that apparently knew the history of the house. She said that
it was a house that had many parties in it, usually of obsene natures. I
grew increasingly uncomfortable, but the people insisted that I continue on
with the tour.
The final stop was in a gigantic room that was full of people. There was a
bar, dance floor and tables. I sat at a table and observed all the people,
some having a good time, others obviously distressed with emotional baggage.
I don't remember how the dream ended, but the house itself remains etched
in my mind.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Turn in your dreams for publication online
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 12:33:07 -0800
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Last dreams of 1999 and first dreams of 2000
Send in your dreams for publication in Electric Dreams.
Please include title and date and penname. All email addresses and real
names will be removed & published anonymously unless clearly indicated
otherwise
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++ Richard
"I wake up in the morning with a dream in my eyes."
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