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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Adventure in Russia
Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 16:22:28 -0700
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Dream Title Adventure in Russia; Jodi T. Masi
Date of Dream 9/10; 10pm-2am
Dream I am in my father's car, in the back seat with my
older brother; I am being taken to a party. I remember that I had left a
deck of cards on the trunk, so I turn back and see that they are still
there, despite the fact that we are driving rather fast. I concentrate on
the cards, and they begin obeying my thoughts. They cut themselves, stand
on end, and bend into the wind. I point this out to my brother, who is both
amazed and terrified. I show him what I can do, just by imaging it
happening. After demonstating my unique abilities, the cards suddenly grow
larger and larger, until all I see is the face on the Jack of Spades.
We arrive at the house where the party is at, and my family leaves. the
house is an enornous three story mansion in the middle of nowhere, though I
know I am in Russia. There is another house about 300 yards off, at the
end of the driveway.
I don't know any of the people who are at the party, though I do notice
that the host actually breaks into the house. There are about 30 people
here, and the first night I am heading to bed, when I trip on the stairs
and loose all four of my front teeth. It does not hurt, and I barely
remember how it happened in the morning; I am very drunk.
The next morning several trucks drive to the other house, and it is soon
clear that they are "bad people," and we are not welcome in this house. I
happened to spend the night on the second floor with about half the guests,
while the other have had slept on the third floor. We are trapped in the
house, and for some reason the party has didvided into two factions, those
from the second floor and those from the third floor. It seemed to me that
nobody realized the true danger that we are in, and how important it is for
us to work together. Some people venture outside and are killed. I know
that I have an ability to control paper, so I cut several pieces of paper
into circles and put them into my pocket. Some of the guests have gone
outside to try to escape, so I run out to rescue them. Because I don't know
any of the guests, I have trouble determining who the "bad guys" are until
I notice thier guns. I remove a paper "disk" from my pocket and toss it
into the air. It begins spi!
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nning and I control its flight, with some effort. With the disk, I behead
the men with the guns. As the disk slices through their necks, they crumble
to the ground in two pieces. I actually torment the men for awhile,
delaying their inevitable deaths. I am having fun. All the witnesses are
horrified and relieved. I feel completely ostrisized: no one will talk to
me because I have missing teeth and I am a killer with supernatural powers.
Back in the house, I head up to the third floor, where the guests are
gathered around a very intelligent young man at a computer. It is obvious
that he is planning their escape. I gather courage to talk to him, despite
my disfigurment. I try to explain that I have powers, and that we need to
work together. A girl about my age (22) shuns me, so I attempt to play on
her emotion. I tell her how horrible I felt that I had just killed several
people -- the problem is, I do not feel badly at all. She is not impressed,
and is obviously superficially repulsed by my appearance (though I continue
to try to cover the gap in my teeth).
This boy goes outside when it appears safe, in order to assess the grounds.
I see trucks coming, so I go out to warn him. We end up running up some
trails that lead to the top of a mountain. I am running so hard I feel
like my lungs are going to burst, but I am so scared I force myself to keep
going. As we near the top, we notice the trails (caused by tires) become
rail lines. It is clear that the men after us are running an illegal coal
mining operation. A train is coming, so the boy and I hide. A man shows up,
and I again kill with my paper disk. We run down the other side of the
mountain, and into a small, run-down town. Everything is foreign, yet we
manage to find the train station, where the train is just pulling out. We
miss the train, and are stuck with a decision: Each of us only has one
10-ruble note, which is exactly what the next train out would cost
us. However, we do not know where it is going, nor how we will survive
once we get there. Also, all the rest of!
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the guests at the house are most likely to be murdered, now that the two
of us are gone.
The dream ends with the two of us on the train platform, not knowing what
to do.
Comments by Dreamer There are a few things that seem cohesive with my
life: I studied a lot of Russian history in college; I am currently
unemployed and have no money; I am at a crossroads in my life, as I have
just graduated from college and do not have any idea of what I would like
to do; I am aware of my ability to be a capable leader, but I do not feel I
have the likabilty to accompany the skill; I also have trouble meeting
strangers, and remembering names and faces.
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