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001 - [EMAIL PROTECTED] - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n243 -235
002 - [EMAIL PROTECTED] - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n244
003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Katie died
004 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Deserts - Lucretia
005 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Crying man at the Great Pyramid
006 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Labyrinth - Lucretia
007 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - BIFA the man-headed sheep
008 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Second coming of Jesus
009 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Boils
010 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Wartime asylum; dreamed by Lauren
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Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n243 -235
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 00:21:17 EST
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#243
mice drm-peace had lain to the right of the dorm if you had avoided becoming
"right away"
rapture drm-peace had lain to the right of the white van if you had avoided
becoming "going"
dog drm-peace had lain to the right of the dog if you had avoided becoming
"different"
#242
natasha drm-peace had lain to the right of the house if you had avoided
becoming "seemed to be"
paola drm-peace had lain to the right of the beach if you had avoided
becoming "as soon as"
#241
moving drm-peace had lain to the right of the house if you had avoiede
becoming "strange"
net drm-0peace had lain to the right of the last rem if you had avoided
becoming "very"
naked drm-peace had lain to the right of the street if you had avoided
becoming "rather"
#240
michael drm-peace had lain to the right of the soldiers if you had avoided
"killing"
#239
fishing drm-peace had lain to the right of the fish if you had avoided
becoming tried
monstor drm-peace had lain to the right of the duct if you had avoided
becoming "bright"
alexsis drm-peace had lain to the right of the get together if you had
avoided becoming got
eagle drm-peace had lain to the right of the eagle if you had avoided
becoming "at"
#238
betrayal drm-peace had lain to the right of the phone if you had avoided
becoming "calling"
plain flying drm-peace had lain to the right of the fly if you had avoided
becoming "just"
#237
yarn drm-peace had lain to the right of the yarn if you had avoided becoming
"unraveled"
angry drm-peace had lain to the right of the house if you had avoided
becoming "trouble"
cblue drm-peace had lain to the rihgt of the cul if you had avoided becoming
"weird"
marriage drm-peace had lain to the right of the desert if you had avoided
becoming "on the way"
tom drm-peace had lain to the right of the holiday if you had avoided
becoming "like"
#236
knowlege drm-peace had lain to the right of the entrance if you had avoided
becoming "knew"
dragon drm-peace had lain to the right of the knee if you had avoided
becoming "dad's"
leaving drm-peace had lain to the right of the friend if you had avoidedd
becoming "but"
#235
bus drm- peace had lain to the right of the run if you had avoided becoming
"missed"
just a friend drm-peace had lain to the right of the guy if you had avoided
becoming "approaching"
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Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 00:29:38 EST
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cheater drm-peace had lain to the right of the halls if you had avoided
becoming "maddening"
breathing drm-peace had lain to the right of the water if you had avoided
becoming "a struggle"
bumble bees drm-peace had lain to the right of the bees if you had avoided
becoming "gotten"
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Katie died
Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2000 20:22:34 -0800
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Dream Title Katie died
Date of Dream september 16 1998
Dream My best friend Katie died in a car accident. She died Septmeber 12th
1998 and I had a dream a few nights after. In the dream she called me on
the phone and I knew she was dead. And I said Katie? And she said Yes. Her
brother was also in the car accident with her and he was in a coma and she
started talking about him. (he survived) At the end of the phone call she
sounded upset and said "I'm so sorry Lyndsay" Like she was sorry for
leaving me...and then the phone disconnected. Could you please email me
Back and tell me if it could have really been her communicating. Thankyou
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Subject: Deserts - Lucretia
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 10:09:38 -0800
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Dream Title
Date of Dream February 16-17, 2000
Dream A desertlike area, dry land with small, dry but green bushes here and
there. I kind of switch between this desert and another in order to compare
them. The second desert is more desolate.
Comments by Dreamer This is one of the dreams I incubated on the occasion
of the Mutual Dreaming Event of February 16. Though we seem to be on
intimate terms in the dream, I do not know this man (or anyone who looks
like him) in waking reality.
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I'd rather not have it interpreted ("if this were my dream etc..."), but of
course any comments regarding the relation of my dream to other dreams of
this particular night are welcome.
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Subject: Crying man at the Great Pyramid
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 10:08:59 -0800
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Dream Title Crying man at the Great Pyramid - Lucretia
Date of Dream February 16-17, 2000
Dream I'm standing near the Great Pyramid, Giza. Near the entrance a man is
sitting on a block of stone. The man is about 45 years, medium height, has
thin, short hair of a lightish colour and a round, sunburnt face. To my
alarm, he is crying. I know I caused this, because I hurt him very deeply.
I sit down next to him and put my arm around his shoulders. There are other
people, but they are inside the pyramid.
Comments by Dreamer This is one of the dreams I incubated on the occasion
of the Mutual Dreaming Event of February 16. Though we seem to be on
intimate terms in the dream, I do not know this man (or anyone who looks
like him) in waking reality.
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I'd rather not have it interpreted ("if this were my dream etc..."), but of
course any comments regarding the relation of my dream to other dreams of
this particular night are welcome.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Labyrinth - Lucretia
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 10:10:19 -0800
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Dream Title Labyrinth - Lucretia
Date of Dream February 16-17, 2000
Dream I'm in a labyrinth within a building with a lot of people I don't
know, amongst whom a tall, slim, elderly man. It is rather dark. I can see
over the wall of the labyrinth, so it's easy to find a shortcut to the
exit. I walk through a dark corridor towards a room with a lot of light.
People who have found the exit gather here to talk and have some coffee
etc. I recognize Marjolein, a friend of mine, and another woman (which I
don't know in waking reality) of about 35-40 years, with thick, blond,
half-long hair. They kindly ask if I'm OK and I sit down between them.
Accidentally, I drop a few pieces of paper I have with me.
Comments by Dreamer This is one of the dreams I incubated on the occasion
of the Mutual Dreaming Event of February 16.
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Event, for comparison with other dreams that were sent in for this purpose.
I'd rather not have it interpreted ("if this were my dream etc..."), but of
course any comments regarding the relation of my dream to other dreams of
this particular night are welcome.
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Subject: BIFA the man-headed sheep
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 10:51:38 -0800
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Dream Title BIFA the man-headed sheep
Date of Dream 01/13/2000
Dream Well, the title pretty much says it all. I don't really remember the
whole dream but the most noticeable thing was this creature mentioned in
the title, helped me in some sense. I mean I think he showed me some kinda
direction. I just remember him having a very good looking man's head and
the body of a sheep.
Comments by Dreamer This is one of the weirdest dreams I ever had. I
usually see normal everyday stuff in my dreams. Any comments?
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Second coming of Jesus
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 10:53:10 -0800
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Dream Title Second coming of Jesus
Date of Dream 1/24 2:00 am?
Dream I dreamed I was with two of my friends laying out under the stars and
the moon started to turn red and the stars started to move in the sky. They
moved in clumps from one side of the sky to the other. My friends and I
figured that it was the Second Coming. I was terrified and was practically
hyperventilating. It turned out to be a false alarm, but it still scared me
to death.
Comments by Dreamer What does this mean? The whole time in my dream I was
thinking about my boyfriend, but he wasn't there with me. My two friends
are also my boyfriends best friends, but he wasn't there with me. This
dream really frightened me. I woke up and my heart was beating out of
control. The Second Coming isn't supposed to be a scary thing either. help!
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Boils
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 10:53:38 -0800
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Dream Title Boils
by akuma_green
Date of Dream 01/27/2000
@5:00am
Dream The dream started out where I was lifting heavy boxes onto the back
of a work truck behind what I think is a department store. It seems like it
could be a warm humid night in late August here in Phoenix, and I begin to
sweat. I then look down, and I notice on my right arm there are these large
boils on my forearm. They're itchy, and they hurt (a lot). The boils begin
to spread up and down my right arm, and the more I sweat, it seems the more
boils I have, and the more painful it becomes. No matter how many more I
get, the boils are only forming on my right side. When I woke up, I still
vividly recalled the boils, and I was left with an unpleasant feeling for
quite awhile afterward.
Comments by Dreamer This dream particularly bothered me for three reasons:
1. If I do have an unpleasant dream (which is rare), it is usually on an
evening when I sleep much less than I should. On the night in question, I
slept 8 hrs.
2. I have never worked in the sort of profession that I was doing in my
dream. Usually, my dreams center around my typical settings (going to
school, or at my part-time job, etc.)
3. I have rarely experienced such a strong "holdover" effect of the dream.
I felt almost ill when I woke up.
Also, I am right-handed. What is the significance of my right side only
getting the boils?
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Subject: Wartime asylum; dreamed by Lauren
Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 10:52:41 -0800
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Dream Title Wartime asylum; dreamed by Lauren
Date of Dream Mon. Jan 17th, ended at 8:30 am
Dream
It started out as me being in a combination of a food court and version of
a place called Discovery Zone (it's like a really big, indoor jungle
gym/playground. Really cool). I was talking to people from my high school.
I did not recognize them, but I knew they had gone to school with me. They
were three oriental girls (I myself am caucasian). I spoke of having to go
to Discovery Zone when I babysat Megan and Emily (which I really did in
real life), and we compared prices that we paid for our lunches. At that
point, I stood up and walked off. The scenery changed, and I was walking
into another food court, except this one was really glitzy, almost like a
toned down version of a discotheque. I sat down at a table with the people
from high school, and we continued talking about lunch prices. When I sat
down, there was a Personal Pan Pizza in a box from Pizza Hut. I had stated
that I paid 9$ for the pizza, and that was way too much money. We talked
about how that is what i!
!
t costs to get a pizza at the food concession at the Silver City theatre (a
new, huge multiplex movie theatre in my hometown). I shrugged in a
what-can-you-do fashion, although I was still annoyed about how much it
cost and that I actuially paid for it. The conversation continued, but I
drifted off and looked around the food court, taking in the atmosphere.
After a little while, I stood up and walked away from the food court. I
went outside into a big courtyard. There was a war going on. The courtyard
was a dingy grey-brown with cobblestone ground and walls on all four sides.
I stood there stroking a calico cat I was holding in my arms. The cat
looked exactly like my cat, except it was younger and thinner. The cat
recently had a litter of five solid black kittens. I knew this, but they
were not with me at the time.
I stood still and looked into the centre of the courtyard, where there was
a massive pile of dead infants, from newborns to three or four month olds.
In a huge ring around this pile stood young children, aged three to seven.
The children were starving, you could see their bones sticking out through
their skin. At a signal from one of the soldiers in the courtyard, they ran
to the heap of dead infants and began despratly tearing them apart, eating
the bodyparts that were soft enough for them to chew. The children were
covered in blood from the dismembered babies.
Suddenly I felt as though I was beginning to lose my mind. I remembered
that a mental institute had been set up to deal with the hundreds of people
that had gone insane because of the war. (The war, by the way, was awful.
You didn't see many casualties, but there was a great deal of mental
torture the civilians had to put up with, hence the mental institute) By
now I had allowed my cat to jump out of my arms and run off. I knew shw
would be okay, and the kittens were already at the institute, so I was not
worried about any of them. I was vaguely concerned that I would not be
allowed to keep them there, but for some reason I was confident that I
would be able to do so.
Even though I was unsure whether or not I had realy lost my mind or not, I
could feel my sanity slipping away, and thought it best to check in. The
institute looked like a combination of a grand style of building and my
highschool. I walked into the library, where the new patients could check
in. I walked into a very big, very ornate, and very cramped room and faced
the front desk, giving the people there my stats. One of the staff members
was Erin, a friend from high school whom I still see on occasion. Behind
them stood the director of that particular institute. He looked exactly
like the principal I had in elementary school, and had the same nickname we
called my principal back then (Lenny), except the man in my dream had a far
better personality. After I checked in, they needed my signature to make it
official. I said I would sign the sheet only if I could make a request.
Lenny smiled and said "Just ask. We'll do anything you want." I asked if I
could keep my cat!
!
and her kittens in the institute so they would be safe, and he gave me
permission.
I walked out of the library and went to the bathroom. The bathroom was an
exact replica of the main floor bathroom in my highschool. The room,
however, was absoloutly filthy, dirt from shoes mixed with water, as though
the water from the toilets would overflow slightly when flushed. I was
repulsed, but needed to use the facilities very badly, so I walked into one
of the stalls and shut the door. I realized that part of the reason that it
was so dirty was that the toiled bowls were a little shallower than normal
and unless you held yourself at exactly the right angle, some of the urine
would hit the rim of the bowl and splash out. I managed to use the toilet
without getting dirty, and as I walked out of the stall, I saw that the
bathroom was rather crowded. There were a lot of inmates in the room, each
being supervised by an attendant. Many of the attendents kept a grasp on
the inmate's arm. One of the patients (along with their attendant holding
onto my arm) walked pas!
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t me, looked directly at me, and smiled patiently.
At this point I noticed the uniforms that the staff and patients wore. The
inmates wore comfortable denim jeans with a suprisingly nice dull blue
t-shirt. The staff wore jeans and white t-shirts. All though I was not a
staff member, I was wearing a white t-shirt as well.
After I left the bathroom, I walked into the cafeteria, into the food
preparation area. The ladies making the food were the same cafeteria ladies
from high school. The kitchen was very large, though, and there were a few
people in it, just chatting. I found my kittens and put them into a
cardboard box. I placed the box on top of the fridge so that they would be
warm until my cat came back. I chatted with the people for a bit, and when
my cat walked back in, I placed her in the box with the kittens. She lay
down and began nursing them. At that point, I kicked away a blanket that
had been acting as a curtain from beside the fridge, revealing an area that
had been converted into a bedroom. The bedroom looked exactly like it had
come out of an Ikea catalogue. Once I had done so, a tall man with glasses
and a trench coat walked in and asked what the cats were doing there. I
explained to him that they were mine, that I was given permission to bring
them here. He said that!
!
it was unsanitary to keep cats in the kitchen, and I said that they were
cleaner than his trenchcoat, and that they were staying. I walked out. When
I walked off, the man somehow morphed into a nun and said "We'll see about
that."
I walked back into the library and was greeted by a staff member. She told
me in an overly friendly manner that they wanted to know more about me, and
I had to read some books. I followed behind her as she took me on a tour of
the library. The library was huge, with large, ornatly carved staircases
and banisters made from a wood that looked like mahoghany. I was beginning
to become nervous and apprehensive, and I began clenching my hands and
rubbing the palms together, occasionally pulling at my thumb. My attendent
turned and looked at me sharply a few times, and each time I stopped
rubbing my hands, thinking "I don't want them to think I'm crazy." I
already knew, however, that it was too late.
I asked what sort of books I was supposed to read, and she answered that I
could read anything I wanted, but they wanted me to read some certain books
in particular. She lead me to a book cart that was filled with psychology
textbooks and handed me two sheets of papers with questions and a pencil. I
was told to read the psychology books and answer the questions, because
they needed to know if I had a "G" personality or not. I picked two or
three books and sat down. I opened the books and tried hard to read them,
but I just couldn't concentrate. I still felt quite nervous, and found that
my attention kept drifting towards the pencil I held. A few times I put my
head on the desk and closed my eyes, but kept sitting back up straight and
staring at the pencil, turning it over and over in my hands. At this point
I woke up.
When I woke up, I found that my hands were clenched as though I was still
carrying the paper in my left hand and the pencil in my right. I was not
distressed by the dream, but I was slightly disturbed and very curious. I
got up, got dressed, made my bed and walked over to my boyfriends house
right away.
Some info about me: I am an 18 year old female, the youngest of seven
children, and the only one still living at home. I am in my first year of
university at the U of Alberta pursuing a degree in Physical Education. I
am currently working very hard with my talent agent trying to build my
acting career. I am in a serious, loving relationship with my boyfriend of
over a year. I learned not too long ago that my sister closest to me in
age, who was married in August, is pregnant. This is the first time I will
be an aunt :) I am considered by others to be very confident, gutsy and
creative. While I do not have much pratical beliefs about astrology, I am a
Saggitarian, born in the year of the Rooster, and have many traits common
to both star signs.
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