-----Original Message----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Date: Saturday, May 16, 1998 10:19 AM Subject: Digest ed-core.v001.n066 | |-------------- BEGIN ed-core.v001.n066 -------------- | | 001 - Richard Catlett Wilkerson - The Dark Cave/Child Dreamer | 002 - Richard Catlett Wilkerson - Winter beyond Basement B by Island (98.03.03) | 003 - Richard Catlett Wilkerson - An Ancient Beast Rises in a New York City Park by Island | (98 | |Electric Dreams Core Commentators | | |--------------- MESSAGE ed-core.v001.n066.1 --------------- | |From: Richard Catlett Wilkerson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> |Subject: The Dark Cave/Child Dreamer |Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 06:53:00 -0700 |MIME-Version: 1.0 |Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" | |Dream Title The Dark Cave/Child Dreamer |Date of Dream 1972-1975 |Dream This is a recurring dream which I had between the |age of 5-8 years, and it came at least once a week. | | | |I would be standing in a moon-like landscape facing a huge cave in the |ground. Steps were cut into the sides of the hole spiraling down to the |bottom. As I made my way down, I met people going up and down the steps. |Everyone had a defect like having only one good eye, different lengths in |the limbs etc, except me. No one spoke but we all knew what we were |supposed to do. We grabbed thick ropes and descended to the bottom where |lied a huge machine or some sort of vehicle. We tied the ropes around the |vehicle and hauled it to the top. Just as the tip of the machine appeared |at the mouth of the cave at the surface, the ropes snapped and it fell to |the bottom again. We would then proceed to start the whole process all |over again |Comments by Dreamer |Permission to Comment yes_share_comments |Permission Comments | | | | | |--------------- MESSAGE ed-core.v001.n066.2 --------------- | |From: Richard Catlett Wilkerson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> |Subject: Winter beyond Basement B by Island (98.03.03) |Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 06:59:22 -0700 |MIME-Version: 1.0 |Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" | | |Winter beyond Basement B by Island (98.03.03) | |DREAMED I'm in a library. A few books intrigue me that have just been brought |in to put on the shelves. The librarian tells me where to stack them. One book |I keep apart, thinking it is a book of literary criticism. It is not -- papers |by doctors I believe. It is slim and long, and I finally put it in the right |bin. I want to explore another literary area. It's in basement B, a basement |below A. I take the elevator down, am lost in a wintry forest where snow |covers the ground. A huge hill before me. No signs to the library. A man |directs me. He offers me chicken. I take a piece, and throw the fat away. A |rat comes along, runs over the good chicken and gobbles up the rat. I decide |not to tell the man I saw the rat, even though he might give the chicken |unwittingly to others. I take the long trudge up the hill with him both |walking the route and pointing it out to me. I'm furious when I arrive. This |shouldn't be. There should be markers. They say they agree, but those in |government don't care. I want to work here. A fugitive from justice who used |this as a hideaway just left, though she may return, but will be surprised to |learn they won't take her back. I'm to fill out a test with questions. I get |FEMALE FRIEND to ask the questions, because she's so thorough, wishing I could |have taped it so they could have used hers as a model. The librarian is |overhearing and curious. We're slowly changing the way things are done. I'm |waiting for the results to my responses. | | | | |--------------- MESSAGE ed-core.v001.n066.3 --------------- | |From: Richard Catlett Wilkerson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> |Subject: An Ancient Beast Rises in a New York City Park by Island | (98.03.08) |Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 06:59:29 -0700 |MIME-Version: 1.0 |Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" | |An Ancient Beast Rises in a New York City Park by Island (98.03.08) | |. . . DREAMED I'm at a huge gated field in the afternoon while everyone inside |is involved in some sports activity. The people are gay and carefree, and I |notice the elderly more than any other age group. I'm peering through the |gates, and HUSBAND calls from a distance to hold the gate open for him as |others come in. They come in through some sort of main rotunda outside the |gates, going beneath, as in an underground and surfacing to come through the |locked gates into the field. I've already been invited to play with them, or |it suggested what a wonderful time it would be. So I hold the gates open as |the crowds come through, but HUSBAND never shows. I am very upset that he has |me stand in a position for him for so long and he never even arrives! So I |head back to the apartment, thinking he'll be there. I'm walking down a street |I later say is near 28th, and as I walk the sidewalk -- I am aware of trees |and buildings in the surrounding area, and I notice long running rows of |liquid feces which I step into with my shoe and wipe off. I think it's horses |in the area. Others are commenting to themselves to be careful and not step |into it. Suddenly before me is this ancient beast, about the size of a hog, |greenish brown short hair coat of fur, like a hugs, cloven hooves, but longer |than a hog -- more like a fat dashund -- with a hideous intelligent animal |face and tusks growing out. Terrifying. I believe it to be Satan's host. I |scramble inside a small park with iron gates, but this animal begins to make |itself smaller so it can squeeze through. A bus comes along, and I beg to hop |aboard. I tell them why, that I am without money, but I will mail the |busdriver the fare. He tells me to forget it and is very kind. Another bus as |well -- for some sort of organized function -- does the same, and I think to |myself how fortunate I am that two buses in a row allowed me to board and |escape without problems -- very unusual in New York City. Then I'm with a |group of young people and we're talking about the beast. I see two items in a |young woman's suitcase that are like two I own -- the silk robe STEP-SON gave |to me, and some scarf. When I commented, reached into her bag to show her, |only one was there. They were aware of the beast, and cops were gathering |details. I was in the process of describing the beast as greenish brown when I |awoke. | | | | | |--------------- END ed-core.v001.n066 --------------- | | |ED-Core is an Electric Dreams Discussion List |Courtesy of DreamGate www.dreamgate.com | |
