-------------- BEGIN dream-flow.v001.n345 -------------- 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 Electric Dreams: Dream Flow A fountain of dreams in Cyberspace --------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n345.1 --------------- From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Subject: earth shaker Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 16:20:20 -0700 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed 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. )= . [EMAIL PROTECTED] === qui non est hodie cras minus aptus erit | | who not is today, tomorrow less suitable will be --- -- Ovid _Remedia Amoris_ i 94 --------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n345.2 --------------- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n344 Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 22:22:53 EDT MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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 --------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n345.3 --------------- From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Subject: kidnapped by a dead person Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2000 09:07:09 -0700 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed 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. Permission to Comment yes_share_comments --------------- MESSAGE dream-flow.v001.n345.4 --------------- From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Subject: Strange Vacation Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2000 13:47:24 -0700 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"; format=flowed 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. --------------- END dream-flow.v001.n345 --------------- dream-flow is for the sharing of dreams Courtesy of DreamGate www.dreamgate.com