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001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - The conquest by Gege
002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Sea Eagles, by Lord_Elric
003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Cards by Z
004 - "toban" <toban@newscienti - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n252
005 - "toban" <toban@newscienti - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n253
006 - "toban" <toban@newscienti - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n254
007 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - wolves
008 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - the new place
009 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - moving out
010 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Teeth Falling out
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: The conquest by Gege
Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 00:02:04 -0800
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Dream Title The conquest by Gege
Date of Dream march 02 2000 between 5 and 6 pm
Dream I was playing a video game, the hero was a knight
with a shinny light gray armor and at first there was a princess beside
him. He could appear where he wanted in the castle, when he arrive the
dragon immediatly came to him. The dragon was very tall, I had to look up
to see him. I told my self that it would be easy to defeat him because I
had the codes (when you paly a game you can put codes and it's less
difficult to win). I made the knight gave 3 shot at the dragon from right
to left, the sword was in it's right hand. Then gold pieces fell from above
in a chest how was invisible until then. Then the dragon had gone and
return with even more gold pieces to give to the knight. The ones who lived
there came, I remember some where fish and after that I see the knight
seated at a table enjoyig a feast.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Sea Eagles, by Lord_Elric
Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 00:01:17 -0800
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Dream Title Sea Eagles, by Lord_Elric
Date of Dream Since I was old enough to dream :)
Dream Sea Eagles
by Eric Carwardine
for Victoria
"Let not the clouds of despair darken your face. Abandon Earth, for you
are a child of the Universe. Laugh at Gravity, and throw yourself to the
Skies; I will catch you."
"Swooping, my arm encircles your waist. The extra weight of your
body hurls us Earthwards. Air-speed rising, slip-stream screaming in our
ears, tearing at our clothing. As oblivion rises to meet us, my wings
find a little precious lift. Gradually, our terrifying dive flattens, and
the treetops flash beneath us. The rush of our passing dislodges a few
dried pine-needles from their perch."
"Five hundred knots, and fifty feet above the waves, we fly on.
Across two Oceans, and a Continent. Toward some distant eyrie. An anxious
Sun seems to be calling us ever Westward."
"Water turns to sand; sand turns to rock, as the Earth rises
beneath us. Slower and slower we fly, as the ground becomes steeper and
steeper. Dust and twigs sting our eyes, as my wings torment the air.
But my wings must not touch the rock-face, as I lower you toward the narrow
ledge. Suddenly, I feel your body grow lighter as your bare feet
touch solid rock. I release my grip. The Eagle has landed."
"With beak and claw, I rip apart a fish I had caught that
morning. I look into your face, as I offer you the tender shreds. Do your
eyes water from the Wind, or is it the moist Fire of Desire I see?"
"The Sun has vanished, and we are alone in the velvet Darkness. I draw you
to me, and fold my wings around you. The chill Night air shall
not touch you."
"Quietness."
"Peace."
Comments by Dreamer For as long as I can recall, I have had recurring
dreams of flying low and fast across land and sea; and when I was a kid in
primary school I had visions of one day being rich enough to feed all the
starving kids in the world. I failed in both ambitions; pilotting a modern
light-aircraft is not something the 'week-end pilot' should get involved
in; and money alone cannot solve hunger. I never knew what going without
food meant until an Aboriginal family moved into a house near us; one small
meal a day (if they were lucky) of boiled sausages and potatoes. I would
meet them at the local deli, and make sure they at least had some fruit to
take with them to school. The family is long since gone, hounded into the
outer suburbs as 'social undesirables.' But when I go for my evening walks,
and feel the cool night breeze on my face, I realise that same breeze
probably refreshed the ancestors of that same Aboriginal family. God, I
miss them! Then I blundered in!
!
to the life of two people called Victoria and Gary, and during a
conversation Victoria wrote that she was 'feeding children'. Well, the
screen went a bit blurry after that, and I am writing this to get my mind
under control. I live my life on such an emotional level, that such control
often eludes me. I couldn't just write that I'd had a dream about
low-flying; I felt I had to embellish it into a story of some sort.
Victoria is not the first person I've dedicated it to; there have been
others, and always there has been the emotional involvement which I find so
difficult to avoid. But somehow the catharsis passes, and calm returns. And
there is always a hungry magpie - or child - or cat - fighting the forces
that would pull it down. One thing I cannot be is anonymous; if my writings
are of any value to you, please feel free to use them in any way you
desire. I ask only that you include with it my full contact details:
Eric Carwardine
40 Coops Avenue
Thornlie
WA 6108
AUSTRALIA
Phone: (08) 9459 2130
Email: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Cards by Z
Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 14:13:24 -0800
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Dream Title Cards by Z
Date of Dream 3/3/00
Dream I found myself in a crouded building with high
ceilings, and people were selling electroic devices. I was with my mother
helping her pick out a stereo, or surround sound system for my
parents. After looking at some systems my mom and I decided to move on. I
was following my mother through the croud when all of a sudden I heard a
remarkably familiar voice. The voice belonged to my uncle that had
recently passed away last year. I looked at him... He looked different,
he was younger than I had ever none him to be... He was standing there
with a friend of a different race, and introduced me to him. My uncle
stood there shuffeling a deck of cards in his hands, and urged me to go and
buy a deck. He then mentioned that I should go to las Vagas... Just a
quickly as I ran in to him he said that he had to go, that he was running a
errand for the boss(God). After he left my mohter was not with me anymore
so I decided to look for her. As I turned out of!
!
one isle of vendors to the next, I walked into an isle filled with people
playing cards.....
Comments by Dreamer My uncle was a good card player... always
gambeling on anything... won a lot, and lost a lot, pretty much balaced out
in the end...
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Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n252
Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 20:06:15 -0000
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Date: Sunday, February 27, 2000 09:16
Subject: Digest dream-flow.v001.n252
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> 001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Shared Dream or ESP, JGK
> 002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - aodiec
> 003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - The House of Stairs
>
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>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: Shared Dream or ESP, JGK
>Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 21:23:35 -0800
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>Dream Title Shared Dream or ESP, JGK
>Date of Dream 1977
>Dream Many years ago, before I was married, I was dating a great girl. She
>moved away to NJ and we lost contact for over a year. One night I had a
>very real dream of her, I mean it was very real, we were talking and just
>having a great time. I was awaken out of the dream by the phone ringing.
>I answered the phone and guess who it was...It was this girl I was just
>dreaming about. She said she had lost my phone number and did not remember
>it. She said that my phone number came to her in a dream she just had and
>had to call. I was stunned, she describe her dream and it was identical to
>mine. I think I broke out into a cold sweat. To this day
>I haven't been able to figure this one out but I swear its true. Was this a
>shared dream or ESP? Up until tonight when I found this web page I never
>even heard of a shared dream.
>I have had only two other weird dreams, both fortold of loses by two of my
>favorite football teams ( one college, one pro)in a championship and
>Superbowl game.
>Comments by Dreamer
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I tend to believe that all dreams are real events and knowingly or
otherwise, we are in communication with loved ones and 'strangers' alike. So
the idea of a shared dream, although unusual in the sense that few of us
ever recall having one unclouded by symbol and layers of camouflage, I am
not surprised by your dream which I believe is an instance of a shared dream
without subconscious distortion.
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>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: aodiec
>Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 16:36:38 -0800
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>Dream Title aodiec
>Date of Dream 2/17/2000
>@ 4:50 AM
>Dream I was at a 5 road intersection in a city near where I live, which I
>had walked to from home. I was sitting on a bench. The area was airier,
>less buildings, more greenery (yep-color), than what actually exists at the
>intersection. It was mid to late Spring, early evening getting close to
>sunset. There was a police officer standing at the corner and he noticed
>that I had been sitting there for a while, came over and told me to move
>along. His manner was not forceful, just professional. I explained to him
>that I had just eaten at the restaurant nearby and that I wanted to wait a
>bit before heading home. I told him that I had walked over there, and that
>it takes 35 minutes to get from home to this location (in real time
>walking, it would probably have taken at least an hour). He looked at me
>incredulously, and said, "In those? You walked over in those?", looking at
>my feet. I was wearing my blue beach slip-ons. He said he couldn't believe
>I walked!
>!
>over in those shoes. I assured him that they were quite comfortable, that I
>was even comfortable walking in bare feet. He laughed. He seemed friendlier
>at this point. He continued on about how hard it must have been walking
>here without proper shoes. I told him I had proper runners, I just opted
>not to wear them. I saw these shoes in my mind, although they were white,
>black and grey, not the white of my normal (and real life) running shoes,
>and I recognized that they were different from the normal shoes before I
>woke up.
>Comments by Dreamer I'm pretty sure I understand the meaning of the
>crossroads - point of decision and chosing the path to take. I'm more
>curious about the running shoes. Regardless of which pair of shoes was
>correct, why wasn't I wearing either pair?
>A point to point out - was recently laid off from a medical lab, had
>applied for a similar job at a newspaper and was offered a position, but
>have a health issue which may prevent accepting the position at the present
>time (won't know for certain until 3/3)
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Intuitively, the policeman seems to represent that part of your which is
impatient for decision, for action. This part of you is efficient and
protects you from an innate laid-back approach. Or that is how you perceive
things. Up until now, you have got through life with a cultivated
vulnerability (inappropriately protected feet), and at some level you are
just beginning to realise this. You also know that you *do* have skills that
can put you on the 'fast track' (your runners), but you choose not to tap
them.
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>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: The House of Stairs
>Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 20:19:00 -0800
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>Dream Title The House of Stairs EMTCheryl
>Date of Dream Recurring: Most recent was 02/07/00
>Dream I am in an old house, a very big house. This house has many
staircases.
>I am running down stairs and walking up stairs. The house has many rooms
>and passages and hallways. I always find myself in a the attic with a lot
>of old toys and something I am very afraid of in a dark corner of the
>attic. I run out of this attic to get away from it and it follows me into a
>very bright room with lots of windows and there is a double swinging glass
>door which leads to a porchlike place on the roof. Every time I dream this
>dream an old woman is in a rocking chair rocking back and forth. Well, the
>last time I had this dream, this woman spoke to me but I can't figure out
>what it is that she said. She never spoke to me before...
>Comments by Dreamer I can't figure out what this dream means.
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>email address. Thank You
There seems to be some aspect of your childhood that remains hidden from
consciousness, but which you are aware at some level exists. Although you
don't know what it is, you find yourself being 'pursued' by it. Is there an
issue in the dreamer's life, I wonder, which follows her wherever she goes.
It is likely that the origins are rooted in the childhood. It is also likely
that the causes are about to become exposed to the 'light of consciousness'.
The 'wise old woman' (via meditation, perhaps) within the dreamer may be
helpful in dealing with whatever emotions arise.
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Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n253
Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2000 00:14:56 -0000
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Date: Tuesday, February 29, 2000 05:18
Subject: Digest dream-flow.v001.n253
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> 001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - kiss
> 002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - "Three"
> 003 - "toban" <toban@newscienti - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n251
> 004 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Held Hostage and Violated by RLC
>
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>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: kiss
>Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 20:20:55 -0800
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>Dream Title kiss
>esirakh
>Date of Dream last year
>Dream i frequently had a dream of kissing.
>in less than 2 yrs. i had already dreamt abt. it 6x. the last one is
>kissing my cousin, real torrid. i n my dream, i dared him to kiss me which
>i thought he will just make it pass but he didnt. what does it mean?
>Comments by Dreamer
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Sometimes (perhaps more often than we realise) dreams are simply symbolic
renditions of actual psychic activity. In this case I would suggest that the
dream expresses the reality that at deep levels there are *no* barriers to
deep, psychic involvement.
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>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: "Three"
>Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 14:49:53 -0800
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>Dream Title "Three" by, Azuremist25
>Date of Dream 4:26 pm
>Dream My dream takes place almost as though I am awake & looking out my
>bedroom window. I see "Three" folders sort of floating in my field of
>vision. I somehow get this urgent feeling I need to pick one of them right
>away all though I am not sure what they contain. (In my dream) I sit up &
>start to reach for them and when I do I look at my clock. The time is 4:26
>which happens to be my Birthday. I add up the numbers in my head, 4+2+6=12,
>then 1+2=3. As I realize this I actually wake up to find myself sitting up
>in bed, looking out my window reaching. The time is just turning 4:26. I
>have been having this dream for a few weeks now, every couple of nights.
>Comments by Dreamer Please send me your opinons on what this means. It is
>driving me crazy!!
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This looks like either a false awakening or an out-of-body experience.
However, the three folders do look important and probably represent either
three decision paths or three potentials for personal development. My advice
would be to try and find the presence of mind and take a peek at the folder
contents. Perhaps the fact that the dreamer becomes distracted by the
numerological significance of the dream is actually representative of an
unconscious resistance to really consider these three options.
>**ed-info-begin**
>
> This dream is part of the Dream Flow, a grassroots flow of dreams in
>cyberspace that includes many groups, including :
>DreamGate www.dreamgate.com, The Dream Tree www.dreamtree.com, the
>Electric Dreams community, DreamaLittle Dream, DreaminWorld and many other
>dream sharing communities.
>
>If you would like your comments to these dreams to get back to the
>dreamers, please remember to cc: to [EMAIL PROTECTED] or even better,
>to put your comment in the dream flow form at
>http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/temple
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>If you would like your own group to be part of the dream flow, contact
>Richard Wilkerson at [EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
>**ed-info-end**
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>From: "toban" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n251
>Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 23:10:16 -0000
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>To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Date: Saturday, February 26, 2000 07:16
>Subject: Digest dream-flow.v001.n251
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>> 001 - "toban" <toban@newscienti - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n249
>> 002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Keeping Down the Animal, Ike Baine
>> 003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - The Ravaged Foot, Ike Baine
>> 004 - "toban" <toban@newscienti - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n250
>> 005 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Sleeping with my mother. Amr
>>
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>>From: "toban" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n249
>>Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 06:59:13 -0000
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>>To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>Date: Thursday, February 24, 2000 01:22
>>Subject: Digest dream-flow.v001.n249
>>
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>>> 001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - stab
>>> 002 - "toban" <toban@newscienti - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n248
>>> 003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Wedding/Marriage Disaster Dreams by
>>marcbrow
>>> 004 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Martha diChristi dreasm site
journal
>>> 005 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - teeth
>>>
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>>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>>Subject: stab
>>>Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000 16:45:47 -0800
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>>>Dream Title stab Brenda
>>>Date of Dream 02/16/00
>>>Dream im in a reashonship where i feal so new about him and i have dreams
>>>where he pretends to love me, so he calls me over to him then he wispers
>in
>>>my ear only to pull out a knif and trys to stab me. but i run and he does
>>>it again. i fall for it every time though i know what is going to happen.
>>>Comments by Dreamer i dont know how i can trust him cause i think that
>this
>>>is a sighn that i shouldent trust him.
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>>>Permission Comments i would like to know what it means?
>>
>>
>>Unconsciously, the dreamer is picking up that the boyfriend poses a
serious
>>threat. A knife can be used to 'stab someone in the back'; but also to
>>literally 'break one's heart'.
>>As long as this remains the unconscious perception of the dreamer, the
>>real-life relationship surely rests on rocky ground.
>>
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>>>
>>>From: "toban" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>>Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n248
>>>Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 10:47:46 -0000
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>>>Hi Kathy
>>>
>>>Thanks for sharing your dream. My comments are as follows:-
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
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>>>> 001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - At the door of the temple - mutual
>>>dreaming at the great
>>>> Pyr
>>>>
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>>>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>>>Subject: At the door of the temple - mutual dreaming at the great
>>>> Pyramid
>>>>Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2000 10:07:57 -0800
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>>>>Dream Title At the door of the temple - mutual dreaming at the great
>>>>Pyramid - Kathy
>>>>Date of Dream 17th Feb (to co-incide with 16th US time)
>>>>Dream Here is the dream I had on the night when i asked for my dreaming
>>>>mind to go to the Great Pyramid as part of the mutual dreaming event on
>>>>16th february. I must say I was frightened at the idea of going into the
>>>>pyramid before I fell asleep.
>>>>In the dream I arrive at the tall opening of the pyramid. The doors
(they
>>>>seemed like tall wooden ones) were open and inside was darkness. In the
>>>>area in front it was sandy or rather sandy/clay and quite shadowy. I
>stood
>>>>a little distance from the opeing and saw a small man (quite Egyptian
>>>>looking!) with dark black hair, slicked back and wearing a yellow and
>>black
>>>>stripped tight fitting shirt made of something like brushed nylon(? did
>>>>anyone have pyjamas on like that???. The man was bending over doing
>>>>something which i didn't see and he didn't see me (I'd guess I was even
>in
>>>>more shadow). I left the dream - sort of fading out of it.
>>>>It seemed to me that freud is at least sometimes right - I'd say my
>censor
>>>>was at work - I did NOT want to enter what seemed like the fearful land
>of
>>>>the dead!
>>>>Thanks Scott and Richard for the chance to party!
>>>>Comments by Dreamer It seemed to me that freud is at least sometimes
>right
>>>>- I'd say my censor was at work - I did NOT want to enter what seemed
>like
>>>>the fearful land of the dead!
>>>>Thanks Scott and Richard for the chance to party!
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>>>
>>>
>>>I think you have put your finger on it. I think that *both* the pre-sleep
>>>suggestion and the dream were a symbolic confrontation of your fear of
>>>death. Whatever your conscious reasons for choosing this scenario, I
would
>>>suggest that the whole dream event was set up for you to test this
>primeval
>>>fear. You yourself have translated the meaning that The Pyramid has for
>>>*you* - the fearful land of the dead.
>>>
>>>At another level, the dream may show in a visually dramatic form, the
>>>beginnings of a conscious OBE. The fear of death is one thing that holds
>>>many inexperienced practitioners of this 'art' back from effective
>>>experimentation.
>>>
>>>Thanks for sharing
>>>
>>>Tony
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>>>>
>>>>
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>>>
>>>
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>>>
>>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>>Subject: Wedding/Marriage Disaster Dreams by marcbrow
>>>Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 11:27:33 -0800
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>>>Dream Title Wedding/Marriage Disaster Dreams by marcbrow
>>>Date of Dream reoccurring
>>>Dream About once a week, for at least six months, and more infrequently
>>>even before then, I have a wedding or marriage disaster dream. In all of
>>>them, I am marrying or am married to my current boyfriend. Anything that
>>>can go wrong does. From not having a dress five minutes before the
>ceremony
>>>to set to begin to my father forcing me to hold the wedding in our living
>>>room because he wants to wear shorts- most of the situations are
>>>ridiculous, but all seem very real and cause me great stress and anxiety.
>>>In the wedding disaster dreams, it has once or twice been a friend's
>>>wedding that I caused to be a disaster by not being ready or causing her
>>>some kind of stress. In the living room wedding dream, his mom got in a
>>>fist fight with our best man's mom over a wedding gift. In another, we
got
>>>married and came back to the hotel room to get ready for the reception
>(For
>>>some reason, I had to change into a different dress, which I did not
>have.)
>>>and found that he !
>>>!
>>>had invited all of his friends there for a wild bash where they all got
>>>drunk and threw my stuff out the windows. Then another wedding couple
>>>showed up and kicked me out of the portion of the room that was mine.
Then
>>>I had to wait in a long line of strangers speaking different languages to
>>>try to get back into my room. Clearly, all these events are ridiculous.
In
>>>the marriage disaster dreams, we are already married, but we hate each
>>>other for varied reasons, none of which are clear to me when the dreams
>are
>>>over. These dreams are also overly dramatic and seem unrealistic in their
>>>situations, like us scraeming at each other and throwing armfuls of
papers
>>>at each other while standing in a busy street.
>>>Comments by Dreamer I'd love to hear comments that anyone has. My friends
>>>are starting to think I am just making these up, they are so strange and
>>>happen so regularly.
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>>>Permission Comments I'm in favor of any comments I can get.
>>
>>
>>Perhaps the dreamer is not totally sure of this relationship and is
telling
>>herself that real committment at this point would not be sensible. Perhaps
>>the dreams will cease over time as insecurities in the relationship are
>>dealt with. A warning to take stock and take things slowly.
>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
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>>>
>>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>>Subject: Martha diChristi dreasm site journal
>>>Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 15:46:56 -0800
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>>>
>>>Dream Title Martha diChristi
>>>Date of Dream 1958-2000
>>>Dream http://www.pagepeople.com/dichristi/dreams/
>>>Over 300 of my dreams listed and indexed in 3 different ways
>>>Comments by Dreamer
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>>>
>>>
>>>
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>>>
>>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>>Subject: teeth
>>>Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 15:58:22 -0800
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>>>Dream Title teeth, singer
>>>Date of Dream feb 8
>>>Dream I Just had a simple dream where my teeth kept falling out...
>>>Comments by Dreamer
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>>
>>A classic dream. A range of possibilities, but main thrust is a loss of
>>'grip' on a situation; losing the ability or urge to get one's 'teeth'
into
>>a situation; perhaps the dreamer is unwilling or unable to take a current
>>position in and digest its implications.
>>I begin to wonder whether ones hair, teeth and nails might stand in for
>each
>>other, and then the implication of one;s 'hair falling out' may be
>>significant.
>>>
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>>>
>>>
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>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>Subject: Keeping Down the Animal, Ike Baine
>>Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 23:14:49 -0800
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>>Dream Title Keeping Down the Animal, Ike Baine
>>Date of Dream Dec 99
>>Dream I entered a building on a universtiy campus. As I entered I was
>>confronted with some stairs which I proceeded to climb. As I neared the
>>top, I became aware of a very energetic and restless cat which was running
>>up after me. I would occasionally turn round to scare it back down, but it
>>was persistent. At the top of the stairs, there was a door opening to the
>>outside. I edged the door open, at which point I was ready to allow the
>>aggressive cat up the stairs and out into the open.
>>Comments by Dreamer The cat is a common feature in my dreams. I *love*
cats
>>but don't have one.
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>>Permission Comments All comments welcome
>>
>>
>>
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>>--------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n251.3 ---------------
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>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>Subject: The Ravaged Foot, Ike Baine
>>Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 23:15:36 -0800
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>>Dream Title The Ravaged Foot, Ike Baine
>>Date of Dream 23/02/00
>>Dream Three young men were playing around in a house they were living in.
>>They were role-playing. They each had a weapon, although someone took a
>>sort of subsidiary role in that they were assigned the role of 'scape
>>goat'. However in an act of rebellion, the 'scapegoat' got into the
bedroom
>>of one of the others, hiding behind the door. In an act of dream
>>identification, I merged with the 'scapegoat', but stood behind the door
>>holding a radio aerial in my hand. The aim was to hit the owner of the
>>bedroom as he entered, thus getting my strike in first. This was breaking
>>the rules of the game, as in this role I was supposed to just accept the
>>beatings. Presently, the bedroom door opened and I lashed out, hitting the
>>other guy hard. He snatched his hand away, gasping, both surprised and
>>amazed. He hit me, with his 'aerial', I hit him back.
>>
>>
>>Eventually, however, we were out on the landing and I had got my right
foot
>>entangled in three kittens, which were biting and scratching it. Indeed
the
>>kittens were now completely locked onto my foot, trapped by their own
>>strong teeth and claws. It was very painful, and my companions decided
that
>>they would take me in an estate car to the hospital. I was helped out of
>>the house, limping. Some girls (the next door neighbours from years back,
>>adolescent years)were watching us, making amused comment, possibly
fancying
>>one or other of us). I sat in the back of the estate car, my butt wedged
in
>>a depression behind some boxes. The pain at this point was actually not
>>unpleasant, just an intense sensation (perhaps the pain threshold had been
>>shattered!) However, I realised that the extrication of these kittens was
>>going to be painful indeed. The kittens were still tightly bound to my
>feet.
>>
>>Comments by Dreamer Possibly the cat's clinging to my foot was evoked by
>>the vet programme I was watching last night where puppies were shown
>>suckling their mother; also an old episode of Doctor Who where some embryo
>>Daleks were clinging to Doctor Who's neck, strangling him).
>>
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>>
>>
>>
>>
>>--------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n251.4 ---------------
>>
>>From: "toban" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n250
>>Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 07:32:10 -0000
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>>
>>-----Original Message-----
>>From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>Date: Friday, February 25, 2000 05:22
>>Subject: Digest dream-flow.v001.n250
>>
>>
>>>
>>>-------------- BEGIN dream-flow.v001.n250 --------------
>>>
>>> 001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Charlie
>>>
>>>Electric Dreams: Dream Flow
>>>A fountain of dreams in Cyberspace
>>>
>>>
>>>--------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n250.1 ---------------
>>>
>>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>>Subject: Charlie
>>>Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 20:39:47 -0800
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>>>Dream Title Charlie
>>>Date of Dream 22nd Feb
>>>Dream I dreamt that I was holiday with my family at a lakeside resort. We
>>>were right on the bank, and in the center of the lake was a island with a
>>>Chinese building on it. I went to the waters edge, and 5 metallic blue
>>>dolphins appeared. I slid into the water, and started to swim with them.
>My
>>>father tried to take photographs.
>>>Comments by Dreamer This was a really amazing dream, but I'd really like
>to
>>>see what you guys think
>>
>>
>>Certainly at one level I think the dreamer made a connection with a
Chinese
>>incarnation, possilbly with the realisation that the dreamer's family was
>>happily involved in that life. The lake would represent the layers of the
>>unconscious through which the dreamer had to 'swim' (or unconscious
>>resistance?). At another level the island represented the dreamer; perhaps
>>there is a feeling of isolation, of 'alienation' from the family. The
>>feeling that he or she speaks a different language, that connections made
>to
>>the outside world or family are somewhat artificial (the dolphins were
>>constructed and mechanical as opposed to warm, flesh and blood creatures.
>>
>>
>>>--------------- END dream-flow.v001.n250 ---------------
>>>
>>>
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>>
>>
>>--------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n251.5 ---------------
>>
>>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>>Subject: Sleeping with my mother. Amr
>>Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 11:31:41 -0800
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>>Dream Title Sleeping with my mother. Amr
>>Date of Dream 2/23/00 between 12:00 am and 6:00 am
>>Dream I met a man and we have been dating for a little over 2 months. The
>>other night I had a very vivid dream that my boyfriend slept with my
>>mother. What could this possibly mean?
>>
>>Comments by Dreamer I was at my mother's house and she began to tell me
>>that her and my boyfriend slept together. She proceeded to tell me how
>>great it was and how she let him shave her and that it was now itching
like
>>crazy. I was absolutely flabbergasted as I am finding myself really liking
>>this guy. All I can remember after her telling me that is that I cried
like
>>crazy and the next thing I knew I woke up.
>>Permission to Comment yes_share_comments
>
>
>As the dreamer's mother has told her that she had slept with the dreamer's
>boyfriend, the dream appears to be the subconscious' way of acclimatizing
>the dreamer to this possibility, a processing of emotions. The situation is
>evidently a traurma. I wonder whether the dreamer will experience this as a
>recurring dream for some time.
>
>
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>>
>>
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>
>
>
>--------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n253.4 ---------------
>
>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: Held Hostage and Violated by RLC
>Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 19:43:26 -0800
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>Dream Title Held Hostage and Violated by RLC
>Date of Dream don't remember
>Dream I often have very vivid dreams that seem to tell some story. Other
>times, I dream a mirade of images that don't seem connected at all. I don't
>know what to make of this one:
>
>
>First, let me set the scene for the part of the dream I remember most. I'm
>standing in some kind of warehouse-like room, mostly dark but with light
>streaming in places...enough to be able to see. Along one wall is some
>large machinery of sorts, old, with coils and gears, handles, and grease
>residue. It seems non-functional or just off. To one side there is a set of
>open double doors leading outside into an alley or hallway. Most of the
>floor, except for a crude walkway surrounding its perimeter, is a "lake" or
>pool filled with dirty water.
>
>
>Jutting out from the walkway (in front of the doors) is a piece of floor
>that is out over the water like a pier. On top of this is a wrought iron
>park bench.
>
>
>Now enter the people. I see a brunette girl, who I don't know in real life,
>but I recognize as a friend in the dream. She is with her boyfriend, who is
>a scruffy, intimidating figure. One could say he could be the head of the
>hoods from any high school in terms of looks, but older.
>
>
>The two are on the opposite side of the room that I am, and I can see they
>are having a "disagreement". He begins pushing her around, and she keeps
>shoving him away. He grabs her arm, she pulls away, back and forth, all the
>while moving toward the doors/pier area.
>I am concerned for my friend and move in to break it up. I want to tell him
>to lay off and leave her alone (and to pick on somebody his own size). This
>is a bold thing for me to do, since I'm way smaller than this guy. He stops
>suddenly, looks at me (as if he has read my thoughts), and swaggers toward
>me. I want to stand my ground, but I find myself turning my back to him and
>try to walk away. I'm suddenly afraid of him.
>
>
>Unfortunately, what I fear comes true, as he grabs me by the arm, whirls me
>around and tells me I'm "in for it now". I try to escape by diving into the
>pool of water (yuck), but he dives in after me. he chases me around a
>little bit, but catches me easily, pulls me out of the water, and drags me
>kicking and screaming to the park bench. The next thing I know, he has
>pinned me down on the bench, is hovering over top of me, and whisks off
>both our clothes in seconds flat. I am stricken with fear and loathing as
>he forces himself on me repeatedly, and I protest all the way, saying "NO!"
>and pleading with him to stop. But he doesn't. I can actually feel it each
>time he violates me, and he grins with grim satisfaction with the
>completion of each act. In all, this went on about 5 times. The girlfriend
>was around somewhere, unseen, and unwilling to interupt or help me. I felt
>like she was avoiding him due to her own similar experiences with him, and
>fear kept her paralized.
>
>
>Finally, he felt he was done with me. I was so exhausted and
>humiliated...and filled with rage. Then comes the weird part. I'm
>completely shaken while I try to pull myself together and pull on my
>clothes, when he slinks back up to me, grinning from ear to ear. I stare at
>him with disdain while he proceeds to tell me that of the 5 times we did
>it, he impregnated me 4 times...which meant I was carring 4 babies (this is
>where reality tacks a backseat to dreamland). Alarmed and devestated, I get
>up to leave. He starts to laugh and then cracks me across the back with a
>rod or a cane (where did it come from?). He tells me I'll never get away,
>but I make a break for the doors. I hear him let out an evil-sounding
>giggle as I run throught the doors into what turns out to be an alley.
>There is a car with a familiar-looking middle-aged woman in a navy blue
>suit driving. She has a kind face, fair skin and light auburn hair. I
>recognize her only as a teacher I once knew and beckons me to g!
>!
>et into the car. I do and she reveals that my rapist is a former student of
>hers. We drive for a bit, then the scene changes.
>
>
>I am running along a street, dripping wet, trying to find a hiding place. I
>pass an oriental woman standing front of a doorway to a shack. She's
>dressed in very bright colors of turquoise and green, and has a wooden
>ruler in her hand. Her arms are crossed. I think this very odd, and then,
>for whatever reason, I realize she is associated to my rapist and I am
>afraid of her...I don't want to be recognized. She spots me immediately and
>casually says, "you better come in now, it's time for your Chinese
>torture." (So WEIRD!) My heart seems to skip a beat with fear as I run like
>hell to get away from her. She just smiles and watches me scamper away. The
>scene changes again.
>
>
>Suddenly I find myself inside a cramped stone cave, with tight walls made
>up of jutting, but smoothly rounded, gray stones. I feel like I'm in a
>cravass of sorts, with no bottom in sight and barely enough room to move.
>Escape from the rapist is still on my mind as I think this may be a good
>place to hide if I'm very quiet an don't move. Oddly, there is a handsome
>man, 20's, there in front of me...sort of leading the way through the cave.
>He is somehow on the run, too...oddly enough from the same person, but for
>a different reason. He assures me he will try to help me if we stay
>together. He leads me to an opening that leads outside into a sunlit yard
>of grass, bordered by a concrete sidewalk, followed by a paved road, and a
>suburb. Strange. We crawl out of the cave and rest on the grass. For some
>reason, his jeans are laying across a ring of smoking coals...as if to dry
>(remnants of the water?). I tell him, "I think your pants are dry, they are
>starting to smoke". (Again, drea!
>!
>mland vs. reality here.) He says thanks, grabs the jeans. I tell him, "you
>better put out your fire, they might find us." He says he didn't light the
>fire. I start to hear faint voices and footsteps. I gasp and tell the man,
>"they know we're here!". But, before we can get up to run, the rapist,
>dressed in some kind of militant garb, and accompanied by a shifty-looking
>posse(containing men and women), appears from around the bend. We are
caught.
>
>
>The rapist informs me, "I told you you wouldn't get away", and nods to a
>couple of his cronies to seize me and my cave companion. I imagine the
>worst. I sense that we are about to be beaten or tortured in some way. I'm
>absolutely riddled with fear and anticipation of what might come next.
>
>
>Then, while one guy holds me down, a blond woman pours a clear liquid from
>a medicine bottle onto a soup spoon, and proceeds to force it into my
>mouth. I want to spit it out, but find that I can't...and against my will
>find myself swallowing it. My mouth and tongue begin to numb, and I feel
>dizzy. I feel like I need to lay down. Then, suddenly, the woman grabs my
>leg, rolls me onto my side, and stabbs my posterior with a hypodermic
>needle. I scream in pain, then fade into unconsciousness...then I wake up.
>
>
>What is even weirder, is that once I'm awake (and memories of the dream
>linger), I feel rested and unstartled. I'm surprised that I haven't
>awakened in a sweat or with a pounding heartbeat. Surely there is a more
>complete ending to this dream...but there isn't. It's gone. I am back in
>the physical world. Now what?
>
>
>
>Comments by Dreamer
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>
>
>
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>
>
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From: "toban" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n254
Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2000 00:37:58 -0000
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Date: Thursday, March 02, 2000 11:24
Subject: Digest dream-flow.v001.n254
>
>-------------- BEGIN dream-flow.v001.n254 --------------
>
> 001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - High School (Echo)
>
>Electric Dreams: Dream Flow
>A fountain of dreams in Cyberspace
>
>
>--------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n254.1 ---------------
>
>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: High School (Echo)
>Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2000 13:24:52 -0800
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>Dream Title High School (Echo)
>Date of Dream
>Dream I am in high school sitting in English class, it
>is dark. I go to sit beside this guy who I am in love with. He is
>ignoring me, he's angry at me. Then I am downstairs at my locker cleaning
>it out and sitting on the floor and he walks by with another girl and looks
>at me like he wants to be with me, but keeps walking with her.
>
>
>Comments by Dreamer In reality, we had a long-time crush on each
>other, a lot of emotion and never could get together for very long because
>of other people, or other circumstances.I also have recurrent dreams where
>he wants us to be together, but I am married and don't feel I can leave my
>husband. I dream of him very frequently.
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I would suggest that the dreamer never really got over crush with the guy at
school, and that almost certainly psychic involvement continues to this day.
However, I would also suggest that the guy and the other girl represent the
present-day relationships that the dreamer is involved in. The darkness
probably implies that there is a desire not to look too closely at the
relevant relationship. Sitting on the floor (low self-esteem??); cleaning
out the locker - cleaning out any skeletons, 'debris' in the closet, or
leaving school behind for ever and moving on.
>**ed-info-begin**
>
> This dream is part of the Dream Flow, a grassroots flow of dreams in
>cyberspace that includes many groups, including :
>DreamGate www.dreamgate.com, The Dream Tree www.dreamtree.com, the
>Electric Dreams community, DreamaLittle Dream, DreaminWorld and many other
>dream sharing communities.
>
>If you would like your comments to these dreams to get back to the
>dreamers, please remember to cc: to [EMAIL PROTECTED] or even better,
>to put your comment in the dream flow form at
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>
>If you would like your own group to be part of the dream flow, contact
>Richard Wilkerson at [EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
>**ed-info-end**
>
>
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>
>
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: wolves
Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 15:47:45 -0800
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Dream Title wolves
Date of Dream March 3, 2000
Dream this dream i have had right before turning points
in my life. i am surrounded by wolves, but i am not afraid. i am caring for
them, and they are not hurting me.
Comments by Dreamer when i had these dreams i was a child care
administrator. however, i do not relate the wolves to being children!! what
has happened is, after having the dream, i have had adults betray me. why
are they wolves in the dream? why am i not afraid? why are they not hurting me?
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: the new place
Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 20:03:53 -0800
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note: stan requests that his name and email be kept with the dream. RCW
DATE : 3 mar 2000 10:15
DREAM : the new place
=( last evening i was mostly relaxing. the last few days required very
long class sessions in my courses, but yesterday was only three hours of
open lab work in web design which is much easier than lecture. there is a
respite in my schedule for the next three days. i digitized a couple LPs
of leo kottke guitar music during the evening, and set the CDs to burn
overnight. unfortunately, the CD burn did not go smoothly, about every
other copy terminating in write errors before i got three disks
complete. whenever i woke up in the night to take a pee or whatever, i
would go out to the den to check the CD burner and start a new copy before
going back to sleep. i got the third good copy done just about sunrise. i
woke again about 09:00 without any alarm set, then went back to sleep. )=
she is back. after a long time susan has returned. i believe that she
went off to a conference of speech pathologists and has now come back to
little house where we lived. there is nothing for me to do but wait.
i am sitting in the kitchen at the dining table, just staring at my empty
hands. this estrangement between us has gone on for a long time now. my
chest has the usual weighted feeling like my heart is struggling to keep
beating. this happens whenever she is around, cold and distant in feeling
yet still interested enough to stay with me. i keep expecting to hear the
worst but hoping for a return to the best. approach avoidance i think it is
called. strange how human sentiment works.
i look at my watch. 14:30. susan is in the bedroom dressing. she has
agreed to go to a movie with me. star wars, the second episode, love story
between aniken skywalker and queen padme. the film came out some weeks ago
but i held off seeing it until she could return. may be the last thing we
ever do together from the way things seem to be going. the next showing
does not start until 16:00.
i get up and pace the floor a bit. nothing else to do. i go over to the
sink and wash a few dishes that were waiting there. the warm water and
soap feel good on my hands. at least it gives me something to do that
seems productive and useful, and besides, making things clean seems to be
the right karma here.
finally i hear her come out into the living room from the hall. i turn and
my breath catches at the sight of her. susan is wearing a full length
dress, peach colored and made of a thin knit fabric. it is open on the
shoulders and neck with a broad brimmed hat to match. she looks like
something out of a fashion photograph. "ready to go?" she asks. i can
barely swallow and find words to reply.
"oh wait," she says seeing the dishes i washed. "i meant to show you
this." she goes over and picks up a new plate she brought back with
her. going over to a wall in the living room where she has a collection of
ornamental dishware displayed on wire racks, she holds the new plate up in
front of a dark platter.
i had not really noticed that new plate when i washed it. white porcelain
with a deep purple center that has tiny stars and wisps of clouds-- it is
quite pretty and picks up the color of the platter behind it perfectly. i
wonder if i can construct a brass wire rack for it that will stand out from
the platter just the way she is holding it now. for a moment it feels like
we are actually planning something together again.
i quickly pull out a sports jacket and grab a tie so i am not so
underdressed next to her and we leave. we are together but the silences
are still cold between us. my old triumph spitfire seems a little shabby
compared to her as she gets in, but with the top down and the air flowing
as i start to drive, it feels better when we are moving.
since there is a long time before the movie starts i pull over to new
street along the shoreline. susan looks over at me in curiousity but says
nothing. this area has just been built while she was gone. "there is house
here i want to look at." i am thinking that perhaps we need a new start,
somewhere without the unfortunate associations of the past.
i pull the car over and we get. the house is actually a series residences
constructed together in a block. wood frame looking out onto the beach
with the open sea stretching out to the flat horizon. breath taking view as
we step up onto the wooden deck that surrounds the structure. the one on
the end is the one i am interested in.
the front door is locked, and as we step around to the back the sliding
glass doors are similarly secured. the real estate agent had told me it
would be open. down under the deck i find that a lower entry is open,
leading to stairs that go down to the lower level. susan goes in first,
her dress swaying like a flame in the darkness of the room. i am aroused
by a surge of passion for her, but keep my peace by finding the light switch.
the room we are in is probably a recreation room in a windowless
basement. wood paneling and wall to wall carpet. we go up the stairs into
the interior of the place. the architecture is split level design, a
central atrium tall enough for a tree, leads up to a sky light. altogether
there are four levels in a distance of two and a half stories around this
cathedral cavity. the feeling inside is one of expansive space with few if
any interior walls. "this is nice." she says her heels echoing on the
hardwood floor of the empty rooms.
i walk out toward the kitchen which is separated from the main living area
by a series of counters and drop shelves. i sense a feeling of being
washed by light from the sliding glass doors across from a small dining
area on the opposite side. the view of the gray sea and blue sky
stretching forever is unstopped by anything. for the first time in a long
time my breath begins to work without effort. there is hope here. susan
comes up behind me and touches my back, not saying anything but there is a
tentative contact. i feel released from agony and can not express the relief.
=( i wake at 10:00 keeping this last good feeling for a few moments before
it starts to fade with the concerns of the day. i do not have to teach
today for the first time in several weeks, but there is a final exam to
format for my internet course, the irrigation pipe to the garden to
replace, and i want to work on the dashboard of my car. but still i linger
for a while to savor the lightness of being in that new place. )=
. [EMAIL PROTECTED]
=== qui non est hodie cras minus aptus erit
| | who not is today, tomorrow less suitable will be
--- -- Ovid _Remedia Amoris_ i 94
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: moving out
Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 20:05:21 -0800
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Note: Stan requests his name and e be kept with the dream.
DATE : 29 feb 2000 07:09
DREAM : moving out
=( last night i went to bed early, about midnight and tried to get to sleep
around 01:30 after looking through an art magazine for sometime. i did not
get to sleep very easily, tossing about until at least 03:30 then waking
several more times during the night. i am teaching navy students everyday
this week and next some my schedule is rather full and i could use some
extra time in the morning for preparations. still, i can not get much sleep
by trying too early. i almost give up and start some computer work until i
get tired, but manage eventually to sleep instead. )=
on the back of the station wagon which my mother and father are loading
with various boxes filled with my belongings, there is a trailer hitch. i
have to attach the orange trailer that i have rented. it does not seem to
be a very substantial thing, the metal rails and beams a gauge much thinner
than i would have expected. but it is light and i can roll it by hand into
place behind the car.
once i have locked the hitch to the ball mechanism and chained it, i see
that my dog, agamemnon has already jumped into the trailer and is ready to
ride. i do not think i intend him to ride from massachusetts all the way
to texas in the trailer exposed to the wind, but if he is eager to go and
wants to ride back there for a while, i suppose it is alright. we will be
on the road several days at least.
now my father starts up the engine and moves the station wagon a few feet.
upon braking, agamemnon loses his balance and rolls out of the trailer onto
the ground. thankfully the movement of the car was slow and his fall was
not very far, but i can see that i will need to put something in the space
between the edge of the bed siding and the thin chrome rods which form the
containment walls for the load.
but in the meantime, agamemnon is not getting up. i see that he has slid
into a large drainage hole in the curb. i go over and take a hold of his
collar to help pull him out. but he is too heavy and too far into the
hole. he falls completely into the drain, but not too far. he is able to
get his footing inside to stand up. it is somewhat amusing to see his head
just sticking up the ground with a puzzled look on his face. with some
encouragement from me, he scrabbles out.
now over by the wall of the house i find some scrapes of wood and masonite
with an electric drill nearby. it will take two pieces to fit the back of
the trailer where the dog rolled out. i quickly drill a hole in each
corner of the two pieces that are about the right size and i find a long
piece of twine to tie them with.
back at the trailer i start securing the first wood rectangle to the
rails. while i am doing this several people start piling boxes and things
in the trailer or beside it.
i hear scott conti's voice from over somewhere. "no, i am not really
here." he says to someone. i lookup and wave as he walks by. "i did not
know you had a wayback machine." he says, pointing to an old vacuum
cleaner that looks like a rocket jetpack. he walks on, obviously in a
hurry to get somewhere.
now that i have the wooden panels in place on the trailer, i load the last
few things into it. my father comes up and says that everything is packed
now and we should go. long drive ahead of us. i say that i should check
everything one last time to see if something was missed. i am pretty sure
there must be, but he says that he has already locked the door. let's go.
but i am reluctant. i know that mom and dad do believe in cleaning up when
moving like i do. since i have lived in this apartment on the third floor
for so many years, i want it to look good and clean as i go. mop the
floors and scrub the counter tops. they think this is waste of time since
the next people moving in will just dirty it with their boxes and
things. i do not care about what the next people do, i want to see that
everything is right when i go.
"we got everything packed." he says to me. "we should go now."
"how did you know what things in the attic were mine and what was not? i am
sure you may have missed some things. did you even know about the attic
room." dad says nothing but i can see that he does not want to wait around
to check. i think about all the equipment i use for magic practices and
rituals that are invested in that room. it has always been the most
difficult effort to prepare divinatory devices for transport and most
people do not understand nor have the patience to do it properly. usually
many of the devices are contaminated by vulgar contact and have to be
destroyed.
now i see the landlady come out from her place on the bottom floor, going
over into the backyard. "i have to check things out with the landlady
before we go." i tell my father. he will wait in the car.
i catch up with the landlady in the back yard. "are you ready to go?" she
asks.
"just about. i think we should inspect the apartment one final time to
make sure you are satisfied with the condition." this is needed for the
security deposit, but i want to see what was left behind anyway.
she is a pretty woman with dark eyes and hair, a little older but still
somewhat attractive. in the years i have lived here, i have not really
gotten a chance to know her very well other than to leave the rent money in
her mailbox or when some plumbing or maintenance problem needed
attention. usually i took care of the repairs myself, but needed to tell
her of them.
"you have been a good tenant." she tells me as we go around towards the
back steps, a long series of wooden flights upwards.
"yes, i will miss this place. right up there, i finished my
dissertation." i point up to a set of windows just above us now as we come
up the stairs. "it took longer than i expected, but it was worth the
effort to me in the end."
she unlocks the back door which leads into the kitchen. this the now
famous apartment that sheila and i never lived in. sheila is gone now, but
a number of her things remain behind for someone else to remove or discard.
the first thing i notice is that mom and dad did not clean the place as i
wanted. there is dirt and newspapers scattered about. i am disappointed
and want to really scrub it up, but it looks like that would take a few
hours from the condition. the landlady does not seem to mind, she is
inspecting that the functional things still work. the whole place is
usually painted between tenants anyway.
she takes me through the dining room and then the sitting room. a small
door in the wall opens to an attic storage area. there are things stored
there from other apartments and things abandoned by former residents. oh,
i see a large fish tank that had been mine. and there is a box of my
gardening tools.
"so where are you moving to when you leave here?" she asks turning toward me.
"um, san antonio texas" i reply after thinking about it. actually the
college that wants me to come is in a place called flintlock, texas, but no
one has ever heard of it, so i tell the nearest big city instead. "in
working for colleges we don't really leave one place so much as are asked
to come somewhere else."
she does not say anything, but from the way she is staring at me there is
an invitation in her eyes for an intimate farewell. suddenly she is
looking more like gina lollabridgetta, dark italian beauty just simmering
below a mist of sweat. i am attracted, i can not deny that. but before i
can decide if there is enough time even for a quick interlude, i hear my
parents come into the empty apartment looking for me.
i see rows of glassware mounted on shelves and racks along the top of the
wall. there are sets of painted glasses that sheila had bought on this
trip or that then abandoned. there is a rack of large volumetric funnels
from some chemistry experiments i did once. they detach from the wall and
come crashing down to the floor. there are some globular flasks of mine,
they also come away from the wall and fall to their destruction.
=( i awake at 06:44 well rested and ready for an early start on the
day. this dream seems like a parting with this apartment that sheila and i
never lived in, but has been the scene for many dreams and remembered good
times. somehow it is associated with my feeling of loss and disappointment
with her absence, but i always seem to manage quite well enough on my own
somehow. she is never there but there are signs of her and other people we
knew. this apartment is so familiar even though it never existed in waking
space. i wonder if this is really the last time it will feature in my
dreams and i will move on to somewhere else. i have no awareness of any
real place called 'flintlock, texas'. a wayback machine i think was time
travel device that rocky and bullwinkle used. i never had one. i usually
do have the problem of moving magical devices, but i have learned to pack
them carefully first, keep them well away from the rest of the
transportable items, and load them last myself. )=
. [EMAIL PROTECTED]
=== qui non est hodie cras minus aptus erit
| | who not is today, tomorrow less suitable will be
--- -- Ovid _Remedia Amoris_ i 94
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Teeth Falling out
Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2000 20:20:00 -0800
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Dream Title Teeth Falling out
Date of Dream March 2, 11:30pm-12:45am
Dream I had a dream where I drank something somewhere
and I started throwing up. Well, my teeth started coming out and shattering
into about 20 pieces. I was left with my 4 center ones on top and 4 on the
bottom. My mouth was bleeding and I had blood all over my hands and my
face. My mom took me to a dentist and I got fake teeth.
Comments by Dreamer I thought it was freaky and I woke up crying!
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