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001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - earth shaker
002 - [EMAIL PROTECTED] - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n344
003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - kidnapped by a dead person
004 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Strange Vacation
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: earth shaker
Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 16:20:20 -0700
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DATE : 18 july 2000 10:39
DREAM : earth shaker
stan kulikowski ii <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
(Stan requests that his name be kept with this dream - )
=( last night, tuesday early AM, i got in driving back from massachusetts
at 02:54. my mother was in her room reading and i got her up while i
unpacked my car of the easy things. figure i will dismount the motorcycle
from its trailer tomorrow and clean the car. i had left my friends in
massachusetts around 17:00 on sunday and got home 1500 miles later, pretty
much driving straight through and sleeping only when needed, about six
hours total for the trip. i had been gone for a little more than two
weeks on vacation and visiting friends up north. i got to sleep around
04:15 which is pretty normal time for me. )=
the cultural gardens of kyobi, japan are a place of artwork and
goodwill. i am there for a few weeks on an exchange program, arranged by
my university. the gardens are actually set up in a courtyard outside the
main building. many statues from various times of japanese history and
representing styles of art have been arranged area in front. paintings and
other works of less durable nature are inside.
i am outside in this garden of artwork to watch my friend, fiat yokohama,
work out with his kendo sword. with me is michelle littlefield who is
walking around looking at the various statues. her mother has taught her
to appreciate the finer aspects of sculpture. michelle is a cute little
blonde girl, aged about eight years, sent over here by her parents to be
with me on her school vacation. after a while fiat gets tired of his
sword passes, looking more like a slow moving ritual than a manual of
arms. when takes off his helmet, his face is clearly covered with sweat.
seeing that he is finished for now his exercises, michelle goes over to
fiat. he begins explaining to her the philosophy behind the practice of
kendo and the harmony of the universe.
"all things have structure." he begins. "no matter how big or how small
an object is, there are lines of force that holds them together. for the
warrior, intent on destroying or protecting a thing, it is a matter of
finding those lines of balance and applying a small force to just the right
place where the lines converge. everything has at least one of those
center points and then our task is to learn how to locate and use them."
he goes on into more details with her, but i do not listen. i am more
interested in some of the details of the sculptures as i wander through
them. after a little while, i hear michelle say, "can i try?"
"yes, why not?" replies fiat. "but do not expect too much at first. you
must be patient and learn."
so michelle walks away looking at the various statues. soon she selects a
giant replica of the god, rikaiyu, a towering work of stone and inlaid
metal. rikaiyu looks like a cross between a man and lizard, frightening
face and arms upraised in menace. "i do not like you so much." michelle
tells the statue as she gently puts her hand upon its leg.
michelle begins to push on the spot of the leg, usually with a gentle
pressure but in sequence with some complicated rhythm. the significance of
this pattern of pats and pushes does not seem any reason except to
her. sometimes a slap or even a punch; others a mere caress. the rhythm
of her handwork defies adequate description. soon i can see that the
statue itself, maybe five meters tall towering above her, begins to shake
and vibrate. still she finds just the right tempo to add a little more
pressure in its shaking. finally parts of the demon begin to crack and
fall off, and suddenly it splits down the middle with a loud crack.
"cool." she says. fiat and i look at each other in amazement.
michelle then goes over the edge of the building of the cultural
center. she puts her hand out to touch the concrete corner. again she
starts applying the little pushes in a faster pattern this time to the
place she has selected. the building is about five stories high, a
collection of glass and metal and brickwork. i think surely this is too
large, but pretty quickly the frame begins to shake and groan as if in a
local earthquake. michelle has wrinkled her forehead in concentration on
the sequence of vibrations to know just when to add one more
push. suddenly the whole brick wall of the first floor gives way in rush
beside her.
"michelle!" fiat and i cry is alarm, but she is unhurt. the avalanche of
brickwork fell out just beside her.
still thinking about the possibilities of her new discovery, she walks a
little way out into an open area of the courtyard. then she kneels down
and slaps her hand against the pavement on the ground. she starts to
perform a big pattern of forces on the earth itself. "michelle, no!" i
yell over to her, sounding just like her parents. she shrugs and stops. i
did not want turkey or thailand just falling off into the sea.
by now people have come swarming out of the cultural building, thinking
there must have been a major earthquake. most of the people inside have
been trapped upstairs by the collapsed central stairway. i think that i
had better get in touch with the authorities at my university to warn them
of this event as soon as possible. i dig through the knapsack i have been
carrying for the address of the attache which i am to contact in case of
emergency. i think this certainly qualifies.
when i find the piece of paper with his international telephone number on
it, i realize there is a problem. all of the satellite communication
equipment is on the second floor of the building which is now unreachable
because of the collapsed stairs.
"what about the transmogrifier?" i ask fiat. "do you think you can
operate it?"
"i think so." he answers. we go together over to an equipment store room,
now opening into the courtyard since its wall went down with the falling
brickwork. the transmogrifier is another piece of experimental technology
that we were only to use under extreme circumstance.
in one of the boxes on a table i locate some brass cylinders and a complex
crystal prism. ah, these are parts of the device. fiat takes them from as
quickly assembles them with a few other parts.
"here goes." he switches on a knob in the side and points it at me. there
is a small hum and a beam of light comes out from crystal. but when the
beam hits my chest, nothing happens.
"darn. does not work." i say.
"no." fiat tells me. "i do not think this works the way you expect to."
with the light beam still on my chest, the device sprouts a tentacle of
quicksilver ectoplasm. this shiny, irregular extrusion snakes around in
the air several times before finally coming around to touch me in the spot
where the beam of light has marked.
a white glow covers my whole body and i feel my consciousness separate from
the matter which comprises myself. in a flash i find myself in the
communication room up on the isolated second floor. my appearance there
has a white translucent quality. i can touch and feel things, but i know
that my actual body is back with fiat as long as he keeps the
transmogrifier connected to me. i am in a sort of projection emitted by
the device. there is a long thin, elastic tendril of silver that extends
away from me, keeping me in connection i assume.
"we need to set up a scrambled conference call to the university in the
united states." i tell the startled the japanese technicians in the
telecomm room. their english is pretty good, so they understand what needs
to be done once they get accustomed to my appearance.
soon the teleconference is established. "hello, are you there?" i hear
the voice of the provost, a man i hardly know.
"yes." i reply looking at the video monitor on the wall. "i see the
university lawyer is there with you. is sheigeko honda there too? she
needs to hear this." sheigeko is the coordinator of the japanese exchange
program.
"yes, i am here." i hear her voice then she steps in front of the camera
so i can she her.
"the situation is this. my girl friend, michelle, has discovered how to
use a harmonic resonance which has the ability to destroy entire buildings
at least. maybe she can do much more as she was inclined to experiment
with moving the entire earth. if anyone can do this, and all eight year
old children find out that this can be done, it will probably mean the end
of civilization as we know it. every structure can be brought down by
anybody who fancies to do it. on the other hand, if only michelle can do
this, then some kind of monitor or protective service will need to be set
up to secure her and establish a control on her powers. if only some
people can sense the confluence of structure supports and how to use them,
then we need to ascertain who they are and how to identify who needs
containment for the safety of everyone. perhaps only eight year olds can
do this. that is a disturbing thought."
"how many people know about this?" this new provost is not very bright it
seems.
"michelle, fiat and myself. the technicians in this room and
yourselves. but if this has been figured out once, then it will be again
and perhaps in less controllable circumstances. eliminating the sources of
information does not solve the problem."
a technician from the states side pokes in. "how long have you been using
the transmogrifier? it has not been tested for more than a few seconds and
was not intended for long term use."
i notice that the silver umbilical line from my projected body has
dissolved only a few meters away from me, waving listlessly in the etheric
currents. i may be trapped forever in this ghost body if i can not get
back to my corpse just outside the building. distance and direction in the
astral plane are not relevant to normal dimensions. will have to solve that
problem when we get to it.
=( i awake here at 10:15. michelle is the little girl i was visiting with
her family in massachusetts until two days ago. sheigeko honda is the
director of the japanese exchange program at my university. all other
persons in this dream are unknown to me. the demon, rikaiyu, had appeared
in another dream a long time back. this was a votive statue to him, not
the actual being. )=
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=== 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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Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n344
Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 22:22:53 EDT
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peace until the next dream had lain to the right of the word following the
number if the second word had not been enacted
1 house tall
2 home had
3 plan nothing
4 jail scary
5 date uncertainty
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: kidnapped by a dead person
Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2000 09:07:09 -0700
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Dream Title kidnapped by a dead person; grace
Date of Dream 07/18/00 3:30 am
Dream I was kidnapped by an ex boyfriend and it does'nt
seem like we really did anything but hide and maybe he stole. He was not
unpleasant, actually very loving, he had no intention of letting me go. I
said to him,"I thought you were dead." He replied, "It was a cover up so I
would not have to go to jail anymore." It seems like we went all over the
place, always on foot. His hair was a little sweaty. I kissed him only
once. The dream went on forever it seems with us hiding out and running all
over the place. It seems we were trying to go somewhere specific, but I
don't know where and I woke up before we got there. I also became a willing
participant after he kidnapped me, but I had some kind of strange fear
throughout the whole ordeal. We did alot of climbing and crawling too.
Comments by Dreamer The guy in my dream died almost 2 years ago, he
was my first love. I have not spoken with him in 9 years. He became a petty
theft and was in and out of jail over the last few years of his life. I
have never dreampt of him, but I seem to dream of and have conversations
with dead people in my dreams. I do not understand this. They are always
the most detailed dreams I have and I always remember them.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Strange Vacation
Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2000 13:47:24 -0700
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Dream Title Strange Vacation, by Alli
Date of Dream 5/20/00
Dream It started out that Dave was in this play with the
bitchy girl. (Who, I think, was a spin-off in my mind of Maxine from Being
John Malcavich which I saw the night before.) Of course Dave was being too
friendly with the bitchy girl, and that angered me. But it didn't last
long, and the next part of the dream had to do with Ashley and I eating
breakfast at some restaurant (I think we were all at a fancy campground.)
and Dave was walking around. The next thing I remember was that I was
standing between Dave and Billy against this wall, and his parents were
saying how it would be great if I went up to the pool with Dave and Billy.
After that, I woke up.
Comments by Dreamer Dave--my current romantic interest
Billy--Dave's older brother, whom I've seen, heard, and admired, but never met.
Ashley--one of my best friends.
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