365 Dreams

Recurring Marine Life

2008-04-20T01:39:00.003-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: Lately I keep dreaming about marine life. I’ve been having dreams that include carp for many years, but recently I’ve had dreams about other kinds of fish, as well as tiny lobsters and squid. Last night I dreamed that I noticed some large dust bunnies- my dog has been shedding- near the front door and I was about to get the vacuum cleaner to sweep them up when I noticed that there was an octopus lying on the front door mat. He was grey and lying there like a beached whale. He looked rather forlorn. I began to wonder how best to vacuum the dust bunnies without accidentally vacuuming up the octopus. It then occurred to me that it was an odd thing to have an octopus lying on one’s front door mat, so I decided to interview everyone I knew to solicit his or her opinion on the situation, and the feasibility of vacuuming. Fortunately everyone I know was actually present.

Associations: The front door mat is invariably the place that the cats bring anything they've caught and brought indoors, which sometimes includes snakes and lizards.

Flying?

2008-04-09T20:06:00.002-05:00

Dreamer: Michèle

Situation: I was working at my desk all day, late into the night, and into the early morning. I was tired but too wound up to sleep, and so I surfed on over to YouTube to watch a few videos before going to bed. Before I knew it, it was 3 a.m. and I was drifting into sleep. I attempted to get up from my chair but realized I was too far gone. I couldn’t lift myself. Or could I?

When I was finally able to get up out of my desk chair, I was very much aware that I was not only sleeping but quickly approaching REM sleep. Whenever I’m aware of this state, I become a little startled. This time, however, I used my awareness to explore this realm.

Dream?: As I try walking over to my bed, my body begins floating. At first I’m afraid, but then I remember that I won’t actually float away. The ceiling will stop me. So, as I approach the ceiling, I put my hands up, allow the rest of my body to drift flat across the ceiling, and then I use my legs to push off of the ceiling and drift back down to the floor headfirst in a handstand. Then I slowly somersault and continue toward the bed as if swimming. I remember thinking that this only ever happens in dreams, but here I am floating in real life!

When I reach the bed, I float under the covers and I feel the weight of my body return. I feel very heavy and relaxed. Just as I drift into the next phase of sleep, I suffer a hint of disappointment at the likelihood of this having been simply a dream . . .

Comment: . . . but when I realize that I can’t remember how else I could have gotten from my desk chair on one side of the room to my bed on the other side of room, I decide that I really did, in fact, fly. And I fall asleep happily.

The only explanation I have for this dream or event is that I was experiencing an impossibly simultaneous combination of sleep-paralysis and sleep walking. Sleep-paralysis because I had been unable to physically move myself from the chair I was sitting in, even though I was still (somewhat) consciously awake. Sleep walking because I was, most likely, in some sort of sleep state and yet clearly I was able to get myself from one location to the next.

I had this dream a few days ago and I still haven’t completely convinced myself that I did not actually fly across the room. Perhaps real physical flight is possible for humans when they’re in a certain phase of sleep? A question that plagues me: If I did fall asleep in my chair, how did I ever get to bed?

The fact is, I woke up in bed the next morning, but how did I get there since I was in a state of sleep-paralysis while at my desk? If I did simply walk in my sleep while only dreaming of flying, then how come I had such keen awareness of what I was doing on the computer (evidence of which remained on screen for my confirmation upon waking) and of what time it was and of tucking myself under the covers? It blows my mind . . .

In any case, this is one of the best dreams (or whatever it was) that I ever had!

Dark Dream

2008-02-20T15:53:00.003-06:00

Dreamer: Michèle

Dream: I am in complete darkness, yet I know I am in church. I’m standing in the back of the church and carefully walk up to the back pew. When I reach the pew, I gaze down and see a faint glimmer of light. I recognize an item on the seat as being my ex-husband’s keychain. I pick up the keychain, carefully and quickly wrapping my hands around the keys so that they don’t jangle. I feel a sense of humor in myself for worrying about making any sound given that I’m alone in the church.

In the darkness, I walk up the side aisle to the tabernacle. I begin to wonder where the shimmer of light on the keychain came from. There is no light coming through the stain glassed windows and there are no lit candles or any other light source. I feel a sense of awe. Then I become aware of the fact that I don’t know why I’m in church. I don’t remember how I got there. I don’t even know what day it is or what time it is. A feeling of panic fills me as it occurs to me that I don’t even know what month of the year it is or even which season it is.

I turn toward the back of the church and I hear the back doors opening. Rather than people entering the church in a random fashion, as usual, they enter silently in two straight lines and file into the pews. I can’t see any of this but somehow sense the movement. It’s like black shadows against a black background. I feel out of place for standing in front of the tabernacle when I remember that I’m in complete darkness and it’s unlikely anybody sees me, especially if I’m careful not to move. I still feel apprehensive, though.

People are quietly sitting in the pews, and I’m still standing at the tabernacle. I sense my ex-husband entering the church. I can feel a negative force from him and wonder if others in the church can feel it too and I’m concerned for them.

I’m trying to decide whether I should walk up to my ex and give him his keys or wait and drop them in the mail later. I hear him bumping into the pews and feeling around for his keys. He’s mumbling under his breath, and I wonder if he’s aware that the church is now filled with people.

I’m scared of what my ex may do if he realizes I’m in the church and holding his keys. I’m also worried what he will do if he realizes there are people just an arm’s length away from him. I want my ex to leave before there is any praying because I know he will be embarrassed if he realizes people might be aware of his presence.

My ex finally finds his way to the doors and leaves. I decide to stay in the church a while longer so that I won’t run into him outside. I also am trying to remember whether or not my truck is in the parking lot, if I walked here, or if somebody brought me here.

I wake up in this state of confusion.

Comment: I’m sure this dream is loaded with symbolism which is going to help me sort out my feelings about last year’s divorce. I just don’t have it figured out yet . . .

The Lucid Library, store within a store

2007-12-15T06:34:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I entered a Borders bookstore and saw a sign for Albert Chen's, which I knew was a store within Borders. That gave me an idea that I could open my own bookstore within Borders. It was going to be a store that specialized in books on lucid dreaming and related topics -- tentative name, The Lucid Library. I wandered around the store, looking to see where there lucid dreaming books were. I saw a couple copies of Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming, which were on the main floor, and out of place, in the wrong section. I knew that if I opened my store, I couldn't have any books like that in other sections of Borders.

I thought there was a lucid dreaming section upstairs, but when I got to where I thought it was, there were long racks of large, oversized books, which weren't at all related to lucid dreaming, more like travel books. In the middle of the 2nd floor was a section that was somewhat dark. Some lights had either burned out or had been turned off. Someone found a way to turn the lights on. There was a guy getting a cash register back online, now that the power was back.

Comment: Ironically, at no point in this dream did I consider the fact that I was dreaming. If I recall correctly, the one of the last lucid dreams I remember took place inside a Borders.

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Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

Up the Tower to the Other World

2007-12-03T13:45:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: It was evening and I was in a store that sold food, a delicatessen or perhaps a cafeteria. I was leaving in a bit of a hurry and pushed past the tensabarrier holding the velvet ropes when one of the stanchions toppled over, scratching the leg of a young boy waiting in line with his parents. I quickly knelt down by his side to examine the scratches and I saw that they weren’t too bad, although I wanted to clean them up and I felt responsible. His parents were pulling him away because they had to go home. The boy indicated that I should follow them. I did follow, although at a slight distance, since I didn’t know them.

We went up a very steep hill. We had to run a little to gain traction. I watched how they were proceeding and did the same. Then we went through large double doors that looked like cathedral doors with high arches. Then we ascended somehow straight up the inside of a tower structure that may have been a church steeple with a bell tower. When I reached the top I found that the family had already gone through. There was a pull down ladder and a trap door which I had trouble finding and I had the impression that the bells of the clock were about to chime and that the vibration might make me fall. This thought made me feel anxious. I could see the engineer of the system through the decorative wood architecture and he made a grim face and pulled a lever. Then I managed to get up the ladder and squeeze through one of the openings and be in the other world.

There was a woman there, perhaps the mother of the young boy. It was warmer here and she wore a short, sleeveless, draped tunic. She was impressive in some way, tall and both youthful and ageless at the same time. And, I might add, she had a great suntan. She showed me the panoramic view all around and the ways it differed than where I had been. Here it was daytime and sunny and there was a warm breeze. The weather was perfect. I felt at ease there and I was happy to be there and also that I had been there to visit many times before.

Rinsing out the tub while pondering John Elway

2007-11-15T11:30:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was rinsing out a large retanglar, plastic tub. It was almost the shape of a litter box. I was rinsing it in a very large sink, which was nearly full of water, so the water kept spilling over the edge of the sink. The tub was very soapy, and it was tough to rinse all the suds off. I kept dipping the soapy tub in the sink of water and bringing it back up, trying to get the suds off. While I was doing this, I kept thinking about how John Elway was vastly over-rated.

Comment: It's a short dream, but a lot more coherent and whole than what I've been remembering lately.

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Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

Section 135, fish out of water, the Von Trapp Family

2007-11-13T12:01:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I had a jumble of dreams but all were connected-I moved from one to another like going from room to room.

I was visiting my sister in Kentucky and there was a man, very attractive, but with a very intense energy. He was somehow attached to my cousin, maybe married, but I didn’t feel she was aware of it. He wanted my help. He told me he was a drug addict and wanted me to get him arrested so he could get help. I had doubts about whether it would do him any good, but I agreed to his plan anyway. He said I should call the police and tell them his whereabouts and also tell them he was a section 135. I told my sister about this plan and we were trying to decide when would be the best time to implement it. The police were called and they didn’t seem like they were going to help, instead asking a lot of questions about how I knew this man and why I thought he was a section 135.

I got on a bus and went to the ocean. I saw a goldfish in a bowl at a seaside shop jump out of its bowl. I caught it so that a car on the PCH wouldn’t hit it. I couldn’t decide where to put it and being very slippery it jumped out of my hand and back toward the road. There were many trucks coming and I didn’t want to see what happened to the fish, so I ran to the other side of a large truck parked on the side of the road. I asked someone else to tell me what happened to the fish, to see if it was all right. They told me it was and not to bother too much with it.

I decided to go back to where I was, maybe to see what happened with the arrest. I had to head north to the valley, which was uphill. I was suddenly in my car cresting over a rocky outcrop on a desert mountain when I realized I was not on a road anymore. The car was heading sharply downhill over very rocky terrain when I realized that I ought to change the scenario. I ran back down the stairs and was back near the ocean again when I noticed that some people had noticed me coming and going. Somehow they made me think of the Von Trapp family from the Sound of Music and they also knew everything, about the drug addict and the fish. The oldest woman among them told me it would be best to walk up the steps to get back home and that this is what they were doing.

Note: I didn't know what "section 135" was referring to so I googled it and the first reference that came up seems to fit.

Dress Try On

2007-10-20T12:00:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: I am in a big outdoor area and there are many other women. We are shopping, although that isn’t immediately apparent. I don’t see aisles and shelves of merchandise, but suitable items just seem to appear nearby. Everyone is very happy and we chat while we shop and I say I am looking for shoes. A box containing a pair of black, strappy sandals appears before me. The shoes are unique in the way the straps lace up over the foot. The heel height is perfect, not too low and not too high. I realize that I will need a chair to sit on while I try on the shoes. A group of people who work in retail arrive with chairs and line them up. I take the shoes out of the box and put them on. I’m very happy with the way they look and the way they fit. I say out loud that they are dress shoes and if I am going to wear them that I will need a dress to go with them. I go into a luxurious room and see a stunningly beautiful gown that is made of two layers of silk charmeuse. It has a reddish gold under layer, long, in fact it has a small train. There is a top layer of a small-scale geometric print of tiny dots enclosed by circles connected by short dashes; a repeating chain pattern. It is a red and gold pattern in a thinner silk that complements the under layer. I think that the dress and shoes must come from the store Anthropologie. I am ready to try it on, but I am instructed to wait for assistants to come and help. In the meantime people come and go, occasionally asking if I’ve tried the dress on yet and I begin to feel a sense of urgency. I learn that my mother has been summoned as well because she knows the correct way to put on a dress. At last, with some help, I put on the dress and it fits perfectly and feels wonderful. I decide to buy it when I learn that the price is $26,000.00 and the shoes are expensive too. I wonder if I should spend that much and then how I will arrange financing, and whether the shoes really go with the dress, while I reluctantly take the dress off and put on my regular clothes.

Running through the moutainous woods near the ocean

2007-10-06T06:47:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: A_ and I were staying at my parents house and were napping in one of the upstairs bedrooms when my brother arrived for a visit as well. He got upstairs, and tried to turn on the lights, but none of them were working. We thought maybe a circuit had blown. I found that a space heater had been left on in the room A_ and I were in, and we turned that off, and then turned off another large space heater in another room. At that point the lights worked.

My brother wanted to take a trip in the mountainous area near the ocean. We wondered how we would keep watch on the little guy while we were hiking.

Later, I'm with two guys at the beginning of a trail, and they take off their shoes and start running. I try to keep up with them in my LL Bean moccasins. I want to watch their running form. I keep debating with myself whether or not to take off my shoes and socks and run barefoot as well.

For some reason, I need to head back to the beginning of the trail. There is a leader there who is blocking the path and shooting something in my direction. He is the leader of all the runners in the area. It turns out that there won't be any races in my neighborhood in the next month, because this leader has taken all the runners on a retreat in this mountainous, woodsy area.

Later, I'm headed back inland, and I want to go back to the college campus. There is a community motorbike, which I hop on and start to ride. Initially, it's going at a moderate pace, and I ride on the sidewalk. It picks up speed, and I take it on the road. When I get to where the dorms are, I leave the motor bike, wondering if anyone is going to take it.

Comment: This dream feels like a real mess, and I'm not sure how any of the pieces really connect. It feels like there are a few key details I can't recall.

Associations:
parent's house -- Place of origin, original home.
space heaters -- Huge drain of electricity, wasteful.
mountainous, woods area -- A return to nature
barefoot runner -- Free of shoes, more natural runners.
motorbike -- quick, light transportation, fun way to get around.

Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

Overlapping Dreams

2007-09-29T14:07:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: There seem to be several dreams going on all at one time, two of which I remember more clearly. Some of the people and objects in the dreams are the same, but the scenarios are all different. In all of the dreams I am an artist.

In dream one I am working on an art project and it is large. My brother and mother are there so I assume it takes place in my childhood, even though I seem to be in my adult body with all of my life experiences and learning with me. My large canvas is almost finished and I am cleaning up and doing laundry. As I put the last load in and push the button water erupts in the backyard like a geyser and soon there is mud everywhere. This upsets my brother and my mother. Then I find that my canvas is coming loose from the stretcher bars and I am working on re attaching them. I look for some glue.

At the same time I am in another dream where I am with a group and we are presenting art to a collector. The collector is doing their seasonal purchase and rearrangement of artwork. I have just finished an unusual piece. My piece is large, three dimensional, about three feet by three feet by three feet, sort of pyramid shaped but not evenly. It resembles a mountain, but a mountain that is more even, almost like a pyramid. It is covered with black velvet and the edges have trapunto stitching details. The whole thing is suspended from the ceiling so that it appears to hover in mid air. I am glad because this means it is above the mud. The chain the piece is hanging from is a bit large. I want to find an alternative. I am trying to figure out ahead of time if my piece will be chosen so I look at a catalogue that shows other works in the collection. I also see a large mural created from interlocking tiles that stretches across an entire wall and around a corner. I think it is beautiful. My friend N_ stands up to present my piece and explains that it is interactive and my friend P_ stands up to demonstrate. She gives it a big push so that it spins and we can hear the object inside shift around. I quickly tell P_ not to push it so hard, that it’s not a toy, then I check inside. There is a little door to access the interior and inside is a triangular pouch, also black velvet and also trimmed with trapunto detail, containing an eight ball. The ball has come halfway out of the pouch due to the force of the spin. While everyone goes to the next room, carefully avoiding the mud everywhere, to see more work, I use my glue to repair the tears in the pouch.

New pizza place opens

2007-09-05T09:41:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: A_ and I were walking around Ann Arbor. There was something about a little girl, but that part is really vague right now.

We ended up in a place that turned out to be a new restaurant. A friend from high school had opened it up. Since we were hungry, we decided it would be worth eating there. It was buffet style, and we saw several trays of pizza. I picked out a couple pieces. I talked to my friend, and he told me how they got as busy as they were so fast. It wasn't just the fact that they had a large window right on the street level. He named the place something like "A'lou's", which was similar to a famous pizza place. He said that a lot of people called him up and came here because they were confused by the name. He said it was a marketing trick he had learned in school.

Comment: The beginning of this dream has faded from my memory, but the point where we entered the new restaurant remains.

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Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

Back at Jim's house

2007-09-02T10:50:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was at a house I lived in for awhile during college. Someone said that the old owner, Jim, was going to be back visting. I thought that it was going to be Jim B, but it turned out there was another Jim who had owned the house previously. I thought back to when I had met Jim B, and how he had worked for a couple years, then bought this house, wanting to rent it out to other students.

There was another guy who was a co-owner, who worked really hard, and studied hard and hardly ever slept. There was at least one time when he was cleaning up in the kitchen and doing other household chores in the middle of the night when Jim B came out and asked him to be quiet so he could sleep.

Jim arrived back at the house. I asked him if he still programmed, wondering if he was doing stuff similar to what I was doing.

Jim showed me his books. The shelves were crowded with books, some of them enormous. He handed me some thin books off the shelf, one by one. A couple of them were by Jung books. I told him how I had read a couple books by Robert Johnson and that I found them much easier to understand than Jung. He had a way of putting Jung's concepts into a more understandable form.

There were some huge programming books, many of them in a special room that had glass walls. At least one of them was by a famous author, which was potentially worth a great deal. There were also some programming books in spiral binders, which I thought would be easier to read, because they didn't look as long as the other books.

Comment: This was during a very long sleep cycle. I slept for close to 8 hours, which is the most I've slept in many months.

By far, the books were the most impressive thing about this dream. Also, there was a blending of work and school here. I knew Jim B_ from work, but in the dream we were talking about going to school together.

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Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

Looking at old house

2007-08-26T07:29:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: A_ and I were visiting my parents and driving around the town. We were near a winding river, and someone mentioned that this was close to the house my dad grew up in. We got to the house, and there was an open house. It looked like they were trying to sell the house.

The house was right near the river, and I thought that it would have a very good view of the water from the back.

The outside was very beat up, with very weathered wood siding. The inside wasn't any better. It seemed very dirty, old, and primitive. There was an old stove we saw when we got in. There was a ladder with thin rungs that went to the upstairs floor. I thought that it might be a lot nicer up there. As we were passing the front part of the house, there was a cat trapped in a cage on something that looked like a bar stool. This was to keep the cat out of the way while people were looking at the house.

There was a more extensive kitchen at the back part of the house, but that was still very primitive and small. I think we met the woman who owned the house back there. Turning back towards the front, I could see that there was another ladder that went up to the 2nd floor.

Comment: This was the most interesting of the 3 dreams I remembered this morning.

Associations:
river --
old house --
beat up --
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old stoves --
ladders with thin rungs --
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Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

Tape them on the radio

2007-08-17T12:09:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: J_ is at our house for a surprise visit. She is sitting at the dining room table. She tells us how L_ is off with his band, and how they will be on the radio. I tell her I would like to tape it. I figure there is some way to record it digitally. Actual cassette tapes are no longer used. I think there is an application I can use to tune in the radio station over the Internet and also record the show.

Later, D_ is in the process of moving out, and I realize that there may not be any stereo equipment left to record the show on the radio.

Comment: This is one of 3 short dreams I remembered this morning.

Associations:
band -- Musical expression, a creative outlet
radio -- A way to broadcast creative expression. A way to get your voice heard.
record -- Getting expression down.

Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

Tryouts

2007-08-07T10:30:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I am at the tryouts for the Olympic swim team and I am waiting in line. I am a little worried about my competitive swimming abilities. Apparently it has been years since I’ve done any swimming. As the line moves up I notice that there are some small tears and holes in the clear plastic bag type suit that I am wearing over my clothes. I am very concerned now because I’m afraid that my hiking boots will get wet and I already know that it’s going to be hard to swim well in heavy boots and all the harder if they are wet.

Laundry and Kitten

2007-08-05T13:31:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: I am doing laundry with a group of women. H_ is there and so is K_, as well as P_, although I thought P_ might have turned into CR. As usual K_ wanted to be in charge. We divide into smaller groups to sort our laundry by color. I am in the lavender and green group.

As we sort at tables we have our backs to each other.

After sorting we are throwing clothing to be laundered into a huge funnel shaped vat. The opening is as large as the room and then narrows down. It seems to be several stories tall and made of ceramic.

Someone has handed me a kitten to take care of, an orange striped one, very small. It leaps away from me and into the vat. I reach after it, but it has run into a section of the vat that is narrow and curves away from view. I lean down and stick my hand in there and manage to grab just the very tip of the kitten’s tail. I hold on with my fingertips as the kitten tries to pull away. I’m amazed at how strong it is. It takes extraordinary effort to maintain my hold, but I will myself to hold on. I’m also amazed that I can reach so far; given the size of the vat and that my arm and hand have become strangely flexible. I start to worry about the kitten pulling and if it will hurt itself. I decide to relax my grip and I know that the kitten will turn around and crawl back into my hand and then I lift it up to safety.

Excel-lent Interview

2007-07-29T10:13:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was talking to a manager about a position she was looking to fill on her staff. She had a prototype that she wanted me to write in Excel, which would act like a full blown application. Similar to developing an application in Access. She had written instructions on a long, thin piece of paper. When I took a quick look, I knew it was going to be very hard to decipher her handwriting. There were to be three phases to this project. The first phase was a quick prototype acting as a proof of concept. By the 3rd phase, the application was going to be used by thousands of users.

I didn't really know how I was going to do this in a couple days. I didn't have much confidence in my knowledge of Excel, and I wouldn't have much time to work on it. I would have to work on it mainly in the evening. Part of me thought that I might be able to whip out something that would land me the job, the other part felt that my lack of knowledge and lack of time would keep me from being able to do this.

Later, I saw ML and he knew about this woman. He knew that she was known for bringing together talented people on her team. They were misfits, who didn't fit into the normal corporate world, but they could produce in the right circumstances. I didn't quite think I fell into that mold. I was more of the misfit, without the ability to really produce.

Later, I met another person who knew about this manager. I was running slowly on the street, and he came up to me and we talked about her for awhile. But he ended up running much faster than me, and I didn't feel I had the ability or energy to pick up my speed to keep up with him. Eventually, we came to a point where we couldn't run any further. There was an area in the middle of the street that was like a train station or something. I think we may have waited for an elevator to go somewhere.

Comment: I'm going to flesh this out later with associations to the various dream elements and a crack at interpretation.

Associations:
manager -- Person with power who can decide my fate
Excel -- Excellence, an application I only have basic knowledge of, but it potentially learnable
job interview -- Putting myself onto display in an effort to make a change for the better and find a way to contribute
running -- exercise, freedom, strength
elevator -- Way up.
train station -- Place to change trains, directions, tracks.

Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

Cute Creature In the Corner On My Desk

2007-07-26T23:07:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: I saw a small scorpion in the corner on my desk. I thought it was probably dead, but I looked more closely to be sure. I saw something move and realized I was looking at a tail. Then I saw that there was a larger creature there. I thought that maybe the scorpion had turned into a lobster or a lizard, or something, maybe a miniature dragon. But the scorpion or whatever kind of bug was still lying in the corner and every now and then the tail of the creature brushed against it. This creature that seemed very friendly fascinated me; it even smiled at me. I noticed that it changed shape and color in a subtle way every so often, and grew larger. I was telling someone about it in the dream, almost as if I was narrating the story. I’m not sure whom I was narrating to. At one point I considered getting for the creature a bowl of water or a small pool.

Student Council in Africa

2007-07-10T12:29:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream:

I was with J__ in a refrigerator showroom. The refrigerators were expensive, about $2004.00. One looked like a refrigerator from the 20’s or 50’s -with art deco (?) architectural details, although all shiny and new-streamlined and rounded looking in style. It was very expensive, it was $15,400.00. J_ opened it and there was food inside, some cantaloupe and cherry tomatoes. There was a large platter with paper wrapped chewing gum-like Dentyne. He picked some up and tossed one to me.

Then, I was with B_ at a school. We heard there was an area with flyers and brochures about different events and we went to pick some up. Then I learned that there was going to be an election of officers for the student council and someone has nominated me. There were to be 4 officers. We had an interview with the president of the country in Africa that we were in. He would decide who was to be the student council president based on the results of the interview. It was between me and another guy. The president-who’s name was Mbwwuto, asked us if we had ever founded a charitable organization. The other guy said yes and listed them. I said, No, absolutely not, I’m an artist. I understood that then I would not be the president, but I would be the vice president. I began to wonder how long the position lasted and how long I would have to stay in Africa. President Mbwwuto congratulated me. We were in a large field, like a playing field for some sport. He was very happy and reached out his hand to take mine, to congratulate me. I realized he was very tall and asked him how tall he was. He said he was 6'7”, or maybe 7’ 1”. He took my hand and then swung me around in a circle. I started doing aerial moves at the end of his hand as I swung through the air like an acrobat. It was a lot of fun. Then a friend of mine came up and wanted to be swung too. I learned that there was a stipend to be paid for the student council vice president position and Mbwwuto gave me a check for $85.00. It was from an African bank, so I decided I should cash it there. I went to the student building to the cashier and wondered if I had enough money in my pocket to cash the check. Then it occurred to me that I would be receiving money, not paying it. The cashier said he could not cash the check unless I scraped off one of the sequences of numbers that was printed in raised gold ink. I went off to scrape it and then brought it back. Then the cashier said that he could not cash a check that had been damaged or tampered with. I realized I had been tricked and became very angry. I left the check with the cashier and went to find out what to do about it. In the meantime there was about to be a meeting, but I wanted to check my mail. Also Mbwwuto was angry with us (the student council) for some reason. I walked with M__ back to the other building. We passed the swimming pool on the way. Instead of walking around the entry area of the pool with the steps and railing, M__ walked straight through, unperturbed, even though she was wearing boots and jeans. I went around. I was driving to my mailbox and I wanted to slow down to check the mail, but there was a sports car from one of the big houses on the hill right on my tail. It looked like an old fashioned race car-but brand new, of course. It had a long nose, was low to the ground and a bright avocado green. The driver wore a tall green top hat and loudly striped scarf. He had a Jack Russell terrier. He looked like a character from the movie, “Gangs of New York” or perhaps someone from a Dr. Suess book. He was beeping at me, so I went ahead a ways and pulled over and parked my car to walk back to my mailbox. As the impatient sports car passed me on the narrow road I pounded hard on the side of it angrily and yelled at him. The driver seemed not to notice.

When I looked in my mailbox it was full of blank checks, but they were not mine. I realized the printer must have screwed up the order, and that once it was straightened out I would be able to cash my check for $85.00. I thought this would occur on 10/13.

Desserts

2007-06-21T11:55:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: There is a woman who seems to be either Jane Fonda, my mother, or Mrs Doasyouwouldbedoneby from the children’s story, The Water Babies. She is somehow periodically alternating between the three as she is preparing an amazing, special desert. She has giant dispenser rolls of material hanging on the walls in rows, that look like myriad textiles, jacquards, and other printed patterns. They are visually very appealing. She pulls sections off of the rolls and places them in bowls alternating these with layers of something like ice cream or whipped cream or custard. She also occasionally sprinkles on some berries or nuts or chocolate shavings and other kinds of candy. Each concoction forms a tall, precarious structure in the bowls. The bowls are passed out. There are many people in the room anticipating their dessert. She hands me mine and I am surprised to find that each square of “material” has a wonderful crunchy texture that is somehow still light and airy and the flavor of the cream is out of this world. I’ve never tasted anything so exquisitely delicious in a dream or in real life.

Foot Nudist Greets Guests

2007-05-27T10:14:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was living in a dorm. I had just gotten out of the shower and wanted to check in on a friend of mine. I couldn't find him. On my way back to my room, I saw a sign on one of the stairwell doors. There was a picture of a man on the sign, and there was a note about how his daughter was 5 months pregnant with a baby that he had fathered. Then I noticed below that there was another sign. The picture in this sign was animated. He and his daughter had just had their new baby.

I was almost back to my room, when I saw the door beginning to close. I ran to catch the door, not wanting to get locked out of my room, especially given that I hadn't put on any clothes yet after getting out of the shower.

Several of my friends had gathered in the living area of my dorm room. I poked my head around the corner and told them I would be with them shortly. I told them that my feet would be naked, and I hoped they didn't mind that I was a foot nudist. Then we started talking about the steps to take to become a full nudist and what articles of clothing would be shed after shoes and socks.

I went back to the bathroom to get ready and put on some clothes. My glasses were very clouded. I washed them and saw a noticeable improvement in how well I could see.

Comment: In real life, I'm on my way to become a weekend foot nudist.

Out for a run

2007-05-19T07:24:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Lucid Dream: I was outside my house and was going to enter the downstairs bathroom from outside. I jumped a couple times in the air and noticed that it took me awhile to land. I can't remember what prompted me to try this, but I realized I was probably dreaming. I tried a couple more jumps and ended up floating near the roof. When I landed I looked at my feet and the ground. I stomped a couple times, trying to solidify my presence in the dream world. There was a strange jingling sound when I did this. It felt like my body was oversized.

I decided that this would be a good time to go for a run. I ran down the street, and soon there were several other people running as well. One of the runners started telling me about some kind of tax refund where he was going to get $300. I didn't think it sounded like that much money. The dream faded around this point.

Comment: I think I lost my lucidity near the end of the dream. But for the most part, this was a fairly vivid dream, with a pretty solid sense of being there physically.

Have Table Will Travel

2007-04-05T14:25:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I was traveling with my dog. We were in France and were finally getting to the airport after many delays. One of which was that either during my travels or on the way to the airport I had recognized an old friend, a young man that I could barely remember meeting, but was very happy to see again. We had much to say to one another even though we were from different countries and didn’t speak the same language. We were just about finished wrapping up our conversation when his mother arrived, (she floated/zoomed in at an angle through the air, wearing bright yellow), and she was not happy at all about my being with her son. We had some in depth discussion about it. Her son and I agreed to keep in touch even though it displeased his mother. All too soon it was time to get to my gate and my flight. It seemed that there was one checkpoint after another and I had to keep digging into my bag to produce documentation. The trouble was I didn’t speak the language so I’d have to guess at what piece of paper was being asked for. I dug out old and crumpled bits of paper, various post it notes and curly, dim store receipts, on and on until I got to whatever it was they wanted to see.

I was glad that I had decided to bring my rolling portable massage table as one of my pieces of luggage because whenever a line was very long I would unfold it and lie down while I waited. When I folded it back up I put it in a carrying case that had pockets in which I kept clothing, personal items, and also had a padded pocket for my dog to curl up in. I apologized to him that he would have to stay in the pouch for so long during the flight, but he was sleeping pretty soundly and didn’t seem to mind. I had some difficulty with my luggage/table, one difficulty was that sometimes the line I was waiting in would break up and reform at another window and it took some time to fold up the table and put it away, so I often decided to leave it open when moving from one area or line to another-pushing it around like a hospital gurney- and when I had to take an elevator it took up most of the room. There seemed to be a lot of elevators and I could never be sure I was in the right one since I didn’t speak French. I was also a little worried about whether I was even at the correct airport. In addition most of my fellow travelers were just as confused as I was and very grumpy. I decided not to let that bother me. I was gazing at my cute, sleeping dog and he started to wake up, and then I woke up.

Spiders

2007-03-15T18:16:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Michèle

Dream: I’m in my early teens and away at summer camp. The camp counselor has assigned a task called “Save the Spiders, Kill the Webs.” The purpose, it seems, is to both clean the cabin of spider webs and also to help us campers get used to creepy-crawly bugs. We are to scoop up any spiders we find and gently place them outside and then vacuum up the webs.

Several of us campers are looking around for spiders, and I have no fear of the spiders I’m finding. My fellow campers are in awe of my confidence.

But then, I open a cupboard and find a humongous, hairy, black and brown spider—a tarantula, perhaps?—the size of a musk melon. I’m suddenly disgusted and I turn my head away and kneel on the floor while covering my face.

A fellow camper comes over to see what I’m making a fuss about. She reaches into the cupboard, pulls the spider out by one of its legs, and then she screams in disgust while flinging the spider away from herself.

The spider lands on my head, and I scream.

Comment: I woke up in mid-scream.

Foiled check writing scheme

2007-02-25T11:20:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was running some kind of organization with Lovie Smith. We decided that we would go into the bank where our organization had an account and each write a check for $1,500 so that we could take the $3,000 and do something with it.

Lovie went up to one of the tellers, and I waited in line at one of the other teller windows. I was waiting in a special services line, because I thought that would be better because of the large amount of the check I was writing.

When I gave the check to the teller to cash, she was very skeptical that this was an ordinary type of transaction. I tried to make up some sort of explanation of why I needed so much money.

I ended up talking to another bank person, who looked like Kevin Bacon. He made me sign my name 3 times, and pointed out how the signatures didn't match. I told him that my signature never looked the same but someone who was an expert on signatures would see that the same person had signed them. I asked him to sign his name 3 times, and his signatures also looked different. He still didn't want to give me the money. I ended up getting pissed off and walked out of the bank, yelling about how annoyed I was.

When I walked out of the bank, there were police officers in both directions. I went to the right, and one of the officers pulled a gun. They wanted to see my briefcase. Because I hadn't been able to get the money, there was no incriminating evidence to arrest me for any crime.

Comment: This was the last of several dreams this morning.

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Spilled Pieces

2007-02-15T12:34:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was working on a large, rectangular, 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle with a co-worker. I'm not sure who this person was, just that we were doing the puzzle together. I was putting in the bulk of the pieces, and we were about 3/4 done. We were at the point where the pieces were going in very quickly. Some of the pieces on the left edge of the puzzle kept coming out, because there was something under that part of the puzzle, maybe another puzzle. I suggested that we move the puzzle over to the right a few inches, so that it would be flatter. The co-worker kept moving the puzzle over, until a large part of it started spilling over the right side of the table. I was furious with him/her, and I ended up storming out of the room in a tirade. A young guy (maybe another co-worker) had a question about the incident, and I rammed his head into a cabinet.

Later, I was talking to my boss and he suggested that I take a couple personal days. I didn't really want to take that much time off, but thought that maybe taking the rest of the afternoon off would be a good idea so that I could settle down.

Later, I was talking to A_, and I also remembered that I had a few classes that I had been skipping and was in danger of failing. It was the end of the semester, and I had missed the last days of class.

Comment: This is one of a few jigsaw puzzle dreams I've had in the last week.

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Interview with the Man

2007-02-14T20:20:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was walking in downtown Chicago, past a large bank. I went inside the lobby and realized that I somehow had the business card of a man I wanted to interview with about a job. In the elevator, the car only went up to the 11th floor. I arrived up on 11, and tried to enter a glass door, but it was locked. A man, who appeared to be a janitor or delivery person let me in, but he appeared to not liked the look of me. I went into a reception area. There were women behind desks, and I approached one and asked her about seeing this man. I mis-pronounced his name, and she corrected me. It was something like P Thomas Thompson. I tried to figure out what kind of business this was and what they did so it wouldn't seem like I came there on a whim. I was trying to figure all this out as I was talking to the woman. I think there was information about the company on the business card. I was also gathering information by looking around the room. I thought it was some kind of chocolate perfume company. I sniffed the woman's hand, wanting to sample the perfume.

She then asked me if she could pick out a Valentine's gift for my wife. I saw racks of purses and suitcases. Many of the prices I could see were very low, and I thought that it would be a good bargain. Later, I ended up in a room, still waiting to see the man. There were large screens hanging high on the walls on all sides. A movie began, and it was some kind of propaganda for the company. It looked like an old style cartoon. I was thinking during this time of how I would explain to the man that I wanted to work for his company. I thought he might be impressed by the boldness of me just coming in expecting to talk to him.

Comment: This was the second of three rather vivid dreams I had this morning. I woke up around 3:30 remembering a dream, committed it to memory, then had 2 more dreams in the next couple hours before I got up for the day.

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Weather station in the mail

2007-02-10T14:03:00.001-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was at my parents house, and saw my brother in the garage. I had just come in from somewhere. He told me that someone took my dad to the hospital. It may have been one of the neighbors. There was a lot of confusing about what the circumstances were that had my dad in the hospital.

Later, I was at my parents. We were in the living room. A TV was playing. There was a package that had arrived in the mail. I started opening it up. It was some kind of weather station, but it did much more than just show the current weather conditions and forecast. There was a note in the box somewhere, and I tried to find out who sent the package. It may have been my aunt and uncle from Arizona.

My mom was driving me around. We were headed back to my parents house, but she took a detour. She wanted to show me the mansions that the Polish knitter barons built. I saw one of the large houses, which had been built generations in the past.

Comment: There is a very good chance that these 3 segments were parts of 3 separate dreams, but they seem to tie into gether, so I'm thinking of this more as one dream.

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Paying with pennies

2007-02-07T10:05:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was in a grocery store with A_ and the little guy. I got in line to buy a small item. I think A_ and the little guy were in a different line, buying something else. The total was $1.49. I gave the cashier a dollar, and a plastic bag was stuck to the dollar. I joked that I wasn't trying to pay with the plastic bag. I thought about giving the cashier 2 quarters, but I wanted to give her 4 of my pennies, which were plentiful in my pocket. It took me awhile to count out the 4 pennies. My fingers were moving in slow motion. I went outside and waited for A_ and the little guy. I thought that the warm up in temperature was dramatic. We had gone from arctic Winter temps to Summer temps in the span of a day. I wondered if it would still be cool in our house. I was listening to a football game, and the Colts were trailing. Manning was playing poorly. I think it was the first game of the new season.

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Shopping at Borders

2007-02-03T13:55:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Lucid Dream: I went inside the original Borders in Ann Arbor. It had changed a lot since my last visit. There were very few books on the shelves, which was surprising. I had a particular book I was looking for. I saw a book on one of the shelves that caught my eye. It was a collection of interesting topics, including lucid dreaming, and was meant to be given as a wedding present.

Then I saw BH in Borders. I started to tell him how disappointed I was in the store, but then I remembered that he was now the manager of the store. We went upstairs, and I think there were more books up there. I was going to ask BH if he could help me find the book I was looking for.

Later we were outside, and I was getting out of a car. (I think BH had dropped me off somewhere.) I looked down and saw that I didn't have any shoes on. I thought they might be back at Borders. It was at this point that I realized I was dreaming.

I climbed up a hill and was interested in the vivid scenery around me. I found myself getting a little excited, knowing I was dreaming, and reminded myself to stay calm and focused, in order to stay in the dream. In the direction I was walking, there was a very ferocious dog. My first impulse was to try to magically take care of the dog, but I realized a better approach was to face my fear and go up to the dog. It became less menacing as I got closer to it, but it still bit my arm, but it didn't hurt. I knew that there was nothing it could do to hurt me.

Comment: This was the 3rd dream I remembered from this morning, but I almost didn't remember it at all. I didn't recall it when I initially woke up, but it popped into my head maybe 5 minutes or so after waking. It confirms my belief that lucid dreams are almost as easy to forget as non-lucid dreams.

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Additions to the Household

2007-01-31T08:14:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was running through the neighborhood, and met up with my neighbor T_. She was being layed off and was going to need a place to stay. I thought she could stay with us, even though the space was going to be very tight. I'm not sure if her son and husband were going to stay with us as well.

Later, I was talking to L_ in front of our house. I told him how T_ was going to be staying with us and how A_ and I were thinking of having a second child. I told him that it was nuts to think about another kid, given how exhausted we were and how little time we had.

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Plant cutting for class

2007-01-28T11:05:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was in a class, and I had to do a plant cutting as a project. I cut off a piece of my jade plant and put it in water. I told the instructor that I would leave it in water for a couple weeks, let it root just a little, then plant it in soil, but leave the soil dry for at least a couple weeks. I didn't want the stem to rot.

I told him the history of my jade plant at home and how the main branches were almost horizontal, because they had bent over so far.

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After the Divorce

2007-01-28T09:23:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: A_ decided to divorce me. I came home one day and found all my things packed up. I didn't understand what had caused this. I was surprised and stunned.

Many months later, I was with a woman who I hoped to spend the rest of my life with. Yet, I wasn't confident that she would stay with me. It had been a long time since I had talked to A_, and I thought that it would be good to see her and talk, and that hopefully, we could still be friends.

I found her outside the dorm she was living at lying in the sun. She asked me to look at her back to see if she was burned. There was another woman who had a spot on her back that was severely burned.

Later, there was something about a man, who turned out to be responsible for my divorce. He had tricked A_ somehow. We were on some sort of ship and the rest of the dream was very vague, but had a James Bond feel to it. I hoped that maybe when all this was cleared up A_ and I could find a way to get back together.

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Riding back home with traveling companion

2007-01-12T11:11:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was riding in a car. We were coming from somewhere in the Southwest, headed back towards the Midwest. I was asleep and woke up asking where we were. The driver told me were in Oklahoma. Initially, I thought I saw mountains in the distance, but it turned out to be a city skyline. We went into a restaurant and there was some controversy, because my traveling companion turned out to be a woman, disguised as a man. I'm not sure if she was a transsexual on her way to becoming a man, or just a woman in disguise.

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Panthers and Pets

2006-12-25T10:16:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: I am at home waiting for something; I’m not sure exactly what. There are many with me, some are people that I know and others are unknown to me. I happen to glance outside the front door, it is evening and it is already dark, but I see some dark shadowy shapes gathered by the edge of my yard. I look harder and realize that there are at least a dozen very large black mountain lions sitting and lying about. Many of them are young. I am amazed to see them. I have never heard of any having been seen around here, and then to see so many at once! I suddenly wonder where my pets are and open the screen door and whistle for them. I hear my dog barking and see, that sure enough, he is standing in front of the pumas barking. They remain aloof. My two cats slip in through the door while I hold it open. Then I call louder for my dog and he runs up the stairs and inside. I close the door firmly behind him and then tell the other people to quick come see the panthers. Everyone is excited because that is such an unusual thing to see. When I turn back to the door I am even more surprised to see that the cougars have come closer, that now several of them are sitting on the porch railing and on the steps. Then I hear my dog barking again. He is outside again, barking at the panthers. I can’t figure out how he could be outside again since the door has been closed. I open the door and again call him back inside, however I am less concerned. He seems to be safer with the panthers than I had thought possible.

Three kinds of outs.

2006-12-16T08:01:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Bill

Dream: I find myself walking down a street that's both residential and, somehow, rural. The path I'm on is like an alley that's almost paved. I enter the house (my house?) and whatever happens there I don't remember. But now I'm leaving the house to head back the way I came and it's cold and windy. I need to bend against the wind and hold my hat in place. I feel quite chilled. There is frozen water on the path (it seems also like a road). As I make my way along I think to myself "There are three kinds of outs: finding, throwing, and making."

I wake up laughing.

Comment: I moved to Texas four months ago and although I've been dreaming up a storm I couldn't (until today) really remember anything. And I've had a hard time keeping up with you 365-ers. I apologize for disappearing.

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Leaving a Sign

2006-12-09T12:22:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: I am traveling with another woman. She always has her back to me. She is wearing a camel colored trench coat and has shoulder length wavy red hair. I can’t really tell at first who she is and only later after noticing her coat and her hairstyle do I figure out that she is a version of myself from when I was about 19 or 20. Somehow we get separated, or we may have decided to travel apart for a while. I want her to be able to find me later and I want to leave her a note or a message. The only things available are some shredded carrots, but there are a lot of them. I arrange the carrot shreds on a large piece of paper as if they are brush strokes to make an image of a field of tall grass. I figure that this way she will know that the message is from me and she will know how to find me.

3 Bank Robbers

2006-11-25T09:17:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was going into a bank with many other people. For some reason three of the people looked a bit out of place. Some people who had been tracking them proceeded to round up these three individuals, who turned out to be petty thiefs. They had been stealing from the bank in $100 increments, with some kind of scam where they were forging checks from the accounts of older customers. Someone in the bank tied them up. They were seated before bowls of soup or some other kind of food, and two of the robbers were vomitting into their food.

Suddenly the robber on the right pulled out a gun and started shooting. He and the other two had freed themselves from the ropes used to bind them. I saw later how the knots were tied, which allowed the robbers to escape. Later, they were crawling up along one of the corners near the ceiling, and no one seemed to see them, and they were changing forms as they escaped.

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Lego Shopping

2006-11-24T20:17:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was shopping at Walgreens. I wanted to pick up a prescription and look for some other items as well. I saw a man who had filled his own prescription, counting out the pills on his own. I didn't know this was something that someone could do. I found 3 small bottles of hand lotion that I wanted. It was a brand I liked at a really good price. When I got to the counter, the woman there asked me some questions, thinking that I was a shoplifter. I tried to explain myself and also told her that I was very frugal and mentioned that I brought my lunch to work instead of eating out. I was still at the checkout waiting for some reason. I had a large Lego set and I was looking for figurines of actors that I had met in person. There was also a conversation about a Lego snake and how it scared cats, or visa versa. I finally was tired of waiting and managed to pay for my things.

I got out to the parking lot and found my car. A_ had left an umbrella propped up in front, and the stroller was in back of the car. I tried her stroller folding technique, but only managed to fold the stroller into a flat rectangular shape, but not the shape it was meant to go in. As I was driving out of the parking lot, I noticed that much of the car was boarded up. I guess there was going to be major repair work on the car later, and the plywood was temporary. A_ ended up being in the car with to me. I asked her about potential shortcuts to get home. It looked like traffic was going to be bad.

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Potential of Integral Research

2006-11-17T13:37:00.000-06:00

Potential of Integral Research

Floating, Dog Walking, Messages

2006-11-11T02:02:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I am in my house with J_. He is very picky and detail oriented and I am out of patience with his anxiety and complaining. I discover that if I push down through the air with my arms that it causes me to lift off from the ground and float through the air a little bit. At first I just gain a few inches and nobody notices anything different. Then I push harder, swishing my arms through the air with more force and I rise several feet above the floor. I float all through the house with a huge smile on my face and go right out an upstairs door and over a balcony. I see a man walking a dog. It looks like a Chihuahua and I think it is a puppy, but it is too large for that. I see that the collar has come over one ear and very soon will probably come off the dog's head. I try to warn the man but he goes under a bridge and is out of hearing range. Sure enough when he comes out into view from the other side he is walking an empty leash. Everyone starts running around trying to find the missing dog. I have an advantage, having an aerial view, and eventually I locate the dog. It is in a park, having found its mother. Everyone gathers around them, but no one attempts to take the puppy away from the mother dog as she is much closer in size to a horse than to a dog and besides they look happy together. She is so large; I think she must be a giant Ibizan. Then I see a party that I am supposed to attend and I swish my arms again and navigate through the air to it. As I get there I come down to earth a little bit so I can talk to people. A man rushes up to me. He is a messenger and he says he has been looking for me. He shoves a small booklet at me and I look at it. He says to read the dedication and see if it doesn't ring a bell. I read that it is dedicated to Sam Friedling of Sacramento, who apparently is related to a woman I know who is at the party. I don't know her very well and I go looking for her. When I find her I pass the booklet to her. She is surprised that we both have a connection to Sam. Then, because I miss floating around, I say goodbye and push off again with my arms and drift off.

Ante up for pizza

2006-10-30T10:56:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was sitting around a table with about 1/2 a dozen other people. We were each supposed to put in a dollar to pay for a pizza we had ordered. I thought a dollar wasn't going to be enough, so I put in an extra five. The five dollar bill was very ratty looking. I learned that the total on the pizza was $2.98, and that we had put in too much money. I was hoping to somehow get my five back, but I didn't tell anyone I had put in extra money.

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Wrapping the Dead

2006-10-29T10:09:00.000-06:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I was helping an older man, someone a lot like my grandfather, or a teacher. We were preparing bodies for burial. We had wrapped them in many layers of cloth. The color and patterns of each layer had significance for each person being wrapped. There were also cords and ribbons that went around and these in turn were decorated with beads and shells and feathers, and other items were placed alongside the bodies, one of the objects was a walking stick. When finished each one was a work of art. The bodies were loaded into the back of a long narrow car. The back was open so that we could load any final items. It was my job to watch the bodies and I noticed that there was something wrong with the nearest one. A little squeamishly at first, I undid the end of the wrapping and as I looked more carefully I realized with some embarrassment that the head was missing. I began looking all around for it, hoping to find it and put it back before the grandfatherly man came back. My cats were playing nearby and I feared that they had run off with the head and had hidden it somewhere, or worse were using it as a toy, rolling it around and chewing on it. I looked under the car, in the bushes and had to extend my search to nearby buildings. The man came back and I tried to look casual, but it didn’t fool him. He saw that the head was missing and started to glance around for it also. Just then I saw that it was lying on the ground near the back of the car. I quickly picked it up and brushed it off. It was no larger than a grapefruit and a deep red. No wonder I hadn’t been able to find it, it was a shrunken head! I started to laugh and so did the old man. We secured the head to the rest of the body while he explained that the heads were made that way for a reason, to make them easy to transport and store. I looked down at the head, now securely fastened to the body and it was smiling too.

Taming the Wolves

2006-10-22T12:31:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

I was petting my cat when three beautiful jet black wolves entered my home. I wasn’t afraid of them at all. Actually I welcomed them. Initially the wolves were shy toward me, but eventually I was able to get them to romp and play. One in particular jumped on the couch where I sat and let me pet him.

Then my mother-in-law, in real life a very free spirit, came over and watched as I went to a small linen closet and slowly and deliberately smoothed out antique patchwork quits all neatly folded and arranged on various shelves throughout the closet. She loved the look and feel of this little nook and told me she wanted to go into the closet and climb onto one of the shelves and read. Concerned that her weight would break the shelves I advised her not to, but she insisted. So she climbed in and sat and broke one of the shelves. Undaunted, she remained to read, so I closed the door for her privacy.

He Blinded Me With Science

2006-10-10T09:55:00.000-05:00

I’m introduced to a married couple and we sit and talk about skiing, our favorite places and where they currently ski. They mention a slope that sounds unimpressive because of its short vertical drop and so I ask the husband: “Do you like the bowls, shoots, or the moguls?”

His answer cuts to why this slope is so great. “I like the science trail!”

WOW, I think! A science trail! He then goes on to describe how you ski around a bowl and then down through moguls and at the peak of each mogul sits amazing scientific experiments.

I’m so enraptured by this whole concept of mixing sport with science and technology that I find myself very attracted to this man who in my dream appears to no longer be married to someone else but to me. I think he kinda morphed into my real-life husband, but with an added sense of appeal and well, things begin to happen and let’s just say the rest is not for this blog…..:)

House Sitting

2006-10-01T11:53:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I was baby-sitting or house sitting for two women, I was prepared to baby sit, but couldn’t find the baby, so decided I was house sitting. I had the feeling that there was someone else there who had the baby. I had the feeling the women were from Eastern Europe because of their accents, but I wasn’t sure. I noticed several unusual bugs, a few rodents, and then I checked under a rug and saw a snake. Then I looked around and everywhere, just out of the corners of my eyes, I saw snakes. I had to search them out; they were mostly hiding in flowerpots and under pillows and blankets. Some were very exotic with beautiful patterns and colors. For a moment there was a man there helping me to catch the snakes, but then he disappeared. The two women were coming home and I wanted to mention the bugs and snakes in a tactful way-I didn’t know if it was an infestation or if they were pets- but there was no time for a conversation. They invited me to a party and I wanted to go home and get ready, change my clothes. Some people were preparing a room and putting large pillows on the floor for others to sit on. I went into the room and talked about the décor in the room with a friend. I walked past another room and thought there was something odd about the bed. When I walked back past this same room I saw that there was someone hiding-probably asleep-under the blankets, but one hand holding a gun was sticking out. I felt sorry for the person that they had to sleep that way. I went outside and looked around for a train. I started walking toward the freeway and explored a wooden overpass that looked like a train stop. I walked back towards the house and I saw other people I knew and asked them if they were going the same way that I was. They seemed to think so, but we had conflicting information about how to get there. One guy said there was a train near Route 9. I said there was no Route 9, only a Route 5. He apologized for his mistake, explaining that he was from Oregon. Then we saw a hiking trail off to the right, which resembled one in Griffith Park. I thought it might take us there, but I wanted a quicker way. We were all so distracted by the impending celebration that it was difficult to hold a coherent conversation. I heard a loud male voice that sounded like a digital voice make an announcement in an authoritative way. It was so loud that I half awoke and realized that I couldn’t understand what was said, it was either a foreign language or it was gibberish.

Letting Go of Gravity

2006-09-28T17:00:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I am standing in a room and make a decision to float up to the ceiling. It is very easy to do, all I do is just let go of the gravity. Then I do aerial somersaults, cartwheels, and back flips, all in slightly slow motion, as if I am in space. I am having lots of fun. While I am in the air I decide to investigate a secret attic that I can see through a triangular opening at the apex of the ceiling. I see that the entrance needs some repair and I try to figure out how to do it. Thinking it over I decide that workmen with very tall ladders might be able to. Then I think it might be easier to teach them to let go of gravity also. I am very excited at not being earthbound any longer and go exploring in the rest of the house, swooping around and rolling through the air. I realize that people can see me flying around through the windows, so I invite them over. They come and they bring appetizers.

Boots, Pets and Flowers

2006-09-28T07:42:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

Dream in Three Vignettes:

I was running down a busy New York City sidewalk dressed in a woman’s tuxedo pantsuit. I tripped and fell, scuffing up my black dress boots under the pant legs. I knew there was a shoe repair shop around the corner so I went over hoping they could polish my boots. Once there they informed me they only had the dull polish and couldn’t help me. I decided instead to buy some polish elsewhere and clean them myself.

*****

I was in a small boat in extremely rough, almost Perfect Storm, rough waters. I was trying to get to a stranded boat where my dog and cat were locked in the hull. I imagined that they were starving and I was trying like the devil to reach them. The waves were crashing over the boat as the motor raced along, but all I could think about was if they were alive or dead.

*****

Flowers were everywhere. These flowers were enormous and as such they were enough to display one at a time. Set in between my sofa cushions, were gigantic cup-like yellow flowers, they had to be a foot in diameter each. Displayed on the wall like paintings were huge flowers in the shapes of animals that were multi-colored. One had a name, it was a
Kangaroo flower.

How am I going to climb up that ladder with these boots on?

2006-09-23T11:49:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was riding in a car with some other people, and we were driving up into some moderately high mountains. L_ asked me about the distinction between two terms used to describe elevation. One was for high mountains. The other was for very high mountains. He asked me if I wanted to change my mind and come on this trip. I told him that I was going to stay home, because I still didn't feel very well.

As we got higher in the mountains, the roads were snow covered. We were in a residential area, and there were cars parked tightly along the side of the road. There was also a car in the middle of the road that we could barely get around. We stopped at our destination. It was a Bavarian-like multi-story inn of some kind. A guy dropped down a ladder that we were supposed to climb in order to enter the place. It was a mesh rope ladder, and I asked if it was possible to climb just using my hands and arms. The guy said that I would have to use my feet as well. I looked down at my bulky boots and thought there was no way that they would help me climb this ladder.

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The Royal Flush

2006-09-22T06:44:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

Dream:

I wrote a blog article that basically asked what was the meaning of life and if anyone could offer a solution to the current world crisis of violence. I received one email from a random stranger who only said that he could provide an instant solution and then gave me a link to a photo. I clicked on the photo and it was of a fully functioning topiary toilet out in a garden. It was beautiful. My thought was that it would work fine, but that it would probably tickle.

Almost a Snow Angel

2006-09-18T08:12:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

I was hiking in a gorgeous snow laden valley that lay between two glorious, snow covered mountain ranges. I was with two men both of whom are strangers to my waking state, but one who is a frequent visitor in my dream state. We came across a bare deciduous tree in the middle of this valley that was encrusted in thick ice. I was in awe at the way the sun was shining and refracting beautiful beams of light throughout the limbs and branches of tree and ice. I asked one of the men if he had a camera and if he could capture the light on the branches before the sun moved to the horizon.

As he went to snap the photos for me, I decided to fall straight back into the knee deep snow with my arms extended over my head. It was like falling into cotton the fall was so soft. I lay there content in that position and enjoyed the sun and the compacted snow all around me. It was sublimely peaceful.

Home Sweet Kukkiwon

2006-09-16T05:40:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

Four Parts:

I was at my in-law’s home in South Hampton walking on the beach. My in-laws informed me that they were selling the house and that they decided to spend their retirement at their home in NYC instead. I was so unhappy to hear of this decision since it’s been an important family gathering spot for my daughters’ entire lives. Many years of wonderful memories were there. I met with the prospective buyer and asked if I could return to the property from time to time and he seemed ambiguous; the beach turned into a Hawaiian beach and was lush and that only increased my longing.

Somehow I ended up on a school bus and had traveled to the home in which I grew up in Chicago. I was actually driving the school bus. My intention was to park the bus and walk the streets that I had walked during my childhood. After parking I looked at my childhood home and of the surrounding homes and realized that they were all dilapidated and in poor repair. There were holes in the roofs with blue tarp covering some of the holes and some of the windows were boarded up. Then I could make out what appeared to be drug paraphernalia lying around and then it was obvious. The neighborhood had fallen into such disrepair that it was overtaken by drug mobs. I had to escape a bunch of thugs who saw me by grabbing my bicycle and wheeling off.

I ended up hiding in the bathroom of a doctor's office; how I got there I don't know. I came out and was suddenly back in my own neighborhood talking to my neighbor across the street. Her house was suddenly twice the size. I asked her if she'd give me a tour. She graciously agreed. I impatiently waited for my husband to join me; he was slowly sauntering down the street not the least bit interested. We went inside, she had weekend family guests visiting from out of state. I told her how her decorating scheme was almost identical to mine and how I loved her home. Her colors were cream white, raspberry/almost rust red and kind of a teal blue. The most impressive thing about her home was a huge family room where a beautiful Christmas tree was set up. There were laughing, happy children everywhere. When we left her home one baby in particular wanted to stay with me, so I held him and actually forgot and brought him with me out the door. My husband was unhappy about this and made me return him since he didn't want any more children.

Finally I ended up at the South Korean Tae Kwon Do Kukkiwon, a special national gymnasium dedicated to the training and testing of Tae Kwon Do Masters from around the world. I came upon people that I knew and had to continually interrupt what I was doing for the customary bows and counter bows. It was there in one large room where I stretched out on the floor with my legs straight before me. I was attempting to stretch my hamstrings and calves with my head and arms outstretched onto my lower body. I was totally limber. A female Grand Master/spiritual advisor came to me and pushed down on my back to increase my flexibility and we began to talk. She told me to lay back while she poured some sort of fluid on my exposed belly to determine which chemicals my body was excreting and then she could tell me what was happening in my life. I had all the typical and expected alkaline and acidic results but there were some purple ultra-violet results which indicated some very personal emotional secrets in my life.

Comments:

My in-laws aren’t selling their home that I know of. I love Hawaii. My childhood home and all the homes on that block were destroyed a few years ago and McMansions were built in their places. The colors of my neighbor's home are acutally the colors I will be decorating my home in the near future. I'm always concerned that I'm pregnant, so maybe that's where the baby comes in. The Kukkiwon is a real place. The spiritual advice was right-on with what’s going on in my life now.

I was very melancholy last night thinking of my parents who have both passed away.

More about cakes

2006-09-10T10:26:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I was once again working for the head pastry chef. As usual industrial shelves with shelf after shelf of cakes, each one meticulously iced surround us. I know how carefully iced they are because I did the icing myself, as instructed in a prior dream. Now, the chef takes my knife and proceeds to neatly slice the layer of icing from one of the cakes and lay it aside, and then turns to the next cake and does the same. I get the idea and let him know that I can do that and I take over, carefully removing the icing from one cake after the other and laying it aside. Every once in awhile I accidentally get a tiny piece of icing on my finger, which I of course, lick off. It is so good and very sweet. I intuit that the next step will be to build a structure with all of the cakes, using them as a sort of brick, and then reapply the icing.

Picking up my car that I left in the underground garage

2006-09-09T13:19:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I had left my car at a repair shop in an underground garage, beneath a large building. I was on the first floor and knew the main way to get to the garage, but that was on the other side of the floor. I thought that I could find a shortcut on the side of the building that I was on. I saw one door that looked like it would go down, but it was locked. I walked further toward the middle of the floor and found another door, which was open. I proceeded down a wide, winding staircase, with shallow steps downward. The walls and floor seemed to be a dark, psychedelic pattern. I was a little unsure about this path, but I thought I would go as far as I could and then backtrack if it didn't lead to the garage. A young, punkish woman passed me going up the stairs. I was slightly afraid as I went down, but not overly afraid.

I ended up in the garage and went to the counter to find out if I could get my car. A woman there asked me to hand various tools to the mechanics who worked on the cars. I was confused about one of the guys names.

Comment: No comment comes to mind.

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You will grow into it

2006-09-06T10:17:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was sitting on the floor in a large open room. A young woman looked at me and said that I would be attractive when I was 52. I told her that I was growing into my body.

E_ was lying on the floor, stretching. He seemed to be doing well with running. I thought that if I had his kind of flexibility that I would be doing better with running as well.

Comment: I'm still a little ways off from 52, but it's coming quicker than I would have guessed a couple decades ago. Running is coming along very slowly.

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Red Sand and Apple Pie

2006-08-23T07:49:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

I’m inside a department store and circling a rack looking for a good deal on clothing that's for sale. I find pajama bottoms, but they’re all too small. While looking for myself, I'm also looking for a friend who's circling another rack. I find a few other things and they’re either too large or small or don't have two for both my friend and I. As I continue circling this rack a young Korean photographer is taking pictures of me for some sort of publication. We start chatting; he’s very friendly and complimentary and then tells me if I can’t find any clothing I’ll be vulnerable and unable to protect myself. Because he’s Korean I feel comfortable telling him about my Martial Arts status and that I’m pursuing my third degree black belt and that I should be fine.

He leaves the store and I decide to leave as well and practice my knee strikes on kicking bags outside. Outside I see him in the distance. He’s riding a red bike on a surface that is as far as the eye can see. It’s a crimson red, I’m awestruck by the beauty of the deep rich color, and it appears to be a fine sand. Suddenly I too am riding a red bike on this magnificent red sand. I’m making huge arcs and spins and almost gliding in a trance, I find it meditative, relaxing and very soothing. The red sand starts to appear water like and is transformed to a deep huge rectangular pool of water, still everything even the water is this crimson red. The pool is gigantic and I swim slowly and again am almost mesmerized by the luxuriousness of the red water. As I come to the end of one of the lengths, this same photographer meets me in the water and snaps more shots of me and begins to tell me a story.

The story refers to a boyfriend I had many years ago and his family and of how they traveled to Africa many years ago. The photographer tells me how his cousin met them during that journey and convinced the mother of my boyfriend to go apple picking with them so that he could taste his first apple pie. The mother made the apple pie and it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. So he copied the recipe and made a pie for his cousin, who in turn thought it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted as well. This went on and on until all of Africa had tasted apple pie.

My Astronomical Kitchen

2006-08-20T13:37:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

I’m at one of my favorite museums, a planetarium, and I note the new solar system, including the three new planets, is being shown as a countertop model under Plexiglas, and this gives me an idea:

I immediately rush home and design my new kitchen countertops. One huge countertop I design from Black Marble, on the back of the marble I sketch out my favorite pan of the northern hemisphere night sky with all my favorite constellations. Where each star is to be located I carefully mark with my pen and drill a hole large enough for an LED. After having placed the hundreds of LED’s in their perfect locations, I have men turn over the massive countertop and I plug in my new countertop. It lights up like the night sky and I’m in heaven, almost literally. I then design another countertop for the other section of the kitchen. This is also made of an alabaster marble, but instead of LED’s, I drill holes to represent the new solar system. From left to right I place the sun, a huge orange light and then in descending order place all the planets in their proper location and representative size and colors along with all their individual satellites. I contemplate making a Kupier Belt but decide it would make the countertop too busy. I plug that in and turn off the entire overhead and under cabinet lighting and it’s almost like being in my private own universe.

While I’m enjoying my new kitchen I can see my father through the window getting ready to board a plane. I run out to say goodbye to him because in some way I know that I’ll never have the opportunity to see him again. As I come somewhat close to reaching him, I’m impeded by throngs of people who are cramming to get onto the same flight. I realize in some way that my father is dead and that he and the other passengers are leaving to go to their spiritual destination. Something tells me that I will join him soon, so there’s no need to miss him. But then I look at all the other passengers and I see that they’re all elderly, for the most part, and that it isn’t my time to join him yet, so I walk away and leave.

Stars in my cell phone

2006-08-13T08:52:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Je m'amuse

Note: I did not write this down immediately after waking, but it was still a whopper. Interestingly, I have no strong emotions tied with this dream, which is unusual considering I remember bits and pieces. Mind you, these are only bits and pieces, but I find the elements striking, though in what way I am not sure. . .

Dream:

I am good enough friends to several celebrities that I have their phone numbers, though I am reluctant to put their numbers in my cell phone for fear that some kid will discover them and make crank calls. One celebrity is Madonna. I am speaking to her, saying something like, What is your number again?, and when I explain why her number isn't in my phone, she tells me to just go ahead a put it in anyway. I use her last name.

Another celebrity is Bob Dylan, who is very ill. We are talking in his apartment living room. I think he has lung cancer, and he is fearing that his time is running out. He has many cats there. Some are big bullies, and the little cats are there for the taking of the big cats. Bob is sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, and we talk about his health, which leads me to Elton John.

When I knock on Elton's door, Bernie Taupin answers. I ask if Elton is in and if we can talk. Bernie smiles and we chat a bit until Elton arrives. Elton looks much like Bob, emaciated and ill. He is in good spirits to see me, however, and we talk about Bob and how it might be a good idea if he goes over to Bob's place to cheer him up.

Now, I cannot quite remember who the last celebrity is, but I am speaking with him outside a small house which is on the outskirts of a park with a trail. The trail goes into the woods, which is known for the many mice that scurry along the branches of evergreen trees. This park is also known for the cats that live there as well. I sense that the cats and mice co-exist well; however, the many bicyclists who use the trail have disrupted their harmony. The celebrity I am talking to therefore asks me to halt all bicycle traffic into the woods, and so I oblige. I stand on the edge of the trail next to the house and tell the trickle of oncoming cyclists about the ban on biking. They come in small groups of two to five. I notice that everyone is wearing helmets. Everyone I speak with turns back around, and nobody questions me. They are all very cordial. All the while, I am speaking to my celebrity friend about our mutual celebrity friends and their failing health.

Meeting on Rock Ledge

2006-08-07T08:12:00.000-05:00

I’m a guest at a meeting that is taking place on a high shelf rock pedestal. Surrounded on all sides of this slab of rock are ladders that are made out of long branches with vine tied rungs giving the impression that they’re very weak and wouldn’t be able to support anyone.

My husband is directing the meeting and he appears to be negotiating with producers about a script that they hope to have made into a movie.
My husband tells the producers that they need to change many parts of the script because of the negative impact the current script could have on his business. He tells them in particular that one section needs changing because “there will soon be a huge influx of Asian technology” and the script as it is currently written would make business matters even worse. He then pauses and then says if they don’t change it, the deal is off and he’ll go home to his wife and have a glass of wine and implies that he’ll make love to me and that will be that and he’ll wipe his hands of the matter.

All the men in the meeting then proceed down their ladders to think about it. One man, who appears to be James Gandolfino climbs back up to report their decision. But just as he’s at the top of the ladder he starts to fall backwards to his imminent death. I grab his hand at the last second and begin to pull him to safety. When he’s almost all the way up I suddenly comprehend that he’s a good 100 plus pounds heavier than I am and there’s no way that I can do this and I start to fall.

I wake up in a sweat.

Subtle Changes

2006-08-03T11:57:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: There was a mysterious, beautiful woman visiting. I knew that she wasn’t from this world, but no one else knew, so I didn’t say anything. For one thing she never spoke (not one word) and she was quite a bit taller than everyone else. She was going to be leaving and we were preparing a going away party for her. I had a long box full of neatly folded tablecloths in many colors. It looked like an oversized card file. I wanted to use a lagoon colored tablecloth, which I pictured as a pale aquamarine. I didn’t see the exact color that I wanted in the box and pulled out a cloth that was in between a minty green and seafoam. It wasn’t exactly the color I wanted, the color was too intense. There were many red and red-orange and yellow tablecloths too, but I knew they were the wrong color. I looked out the window, which was a wide bay window, to see my father mowing down the vegetable garden. The garden was terribly overgrown. I was sad that it had to be mowed, and also felt badly about not taking better care of it, but I realized that it would grow right back. I remembered planting it in another dream.

Comment: I had a feeling in the dream of something passing, or giving way for the next thing coming. I also felt there was more to the dream that I can’t exactly remember.

The British Open Comes to Town

2006-08-01T10:51:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was with my childhood friends J and S, and it seems like J had won something but was being very low keyed about it, not making a big deal about it at all. There was a golf tournament coming to town and I wondered if I would be able to borrow clubs from S, given I didn't own any of my own.

Phil Mickelson came by and showed me how to adjust my stance for my golf swing. He had me shift my weight more towards my left foot and use my right arm more to push through the swing. It felt a little awkward, but I could see what he was trying to have me do and how it would help my swing.

The first two rounds of the tournament were being held on the estate of A's grandmother. There were large sections of sod being put down and holes were being set up throughout the various gardens. The 3rd and 4th rounds would be held at a local golf club, not yet determined.

I was hoping that I could be paired with Tiger Woods the first round. I knew that my chance of beating him was miniscule, but I wanted the challenge, and I thought the reward would be great if I could somehow win. The money might help me pay for college.

There was a young golfer who was holding a jawbreaker in his hand and threatening to throw it at his father who was floating on a raft in a swimming pool on the estate grounds. His father put up his hands to try to catch the jawbreaker. The boy threw it, and hit the man on the forehead. He ran off, and I ran after him, calling him a "m__f__". I didn't know what I would do if I caught up to him, and I didn't want to get hurt or get thrown out of the tournament. At one point, he threw a golf club at some people in one of the gardens.

Comment: I do not play golf. I watch it on TV a little, but I've only ever played put-put and miniature golf.

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Going to the mall early in the morning

2006-07-29T11:46:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Pre Comment: I meant to get up at my usual time this morning, but a larger than usual sleep deficit and a blueberry wheat beer last night seemed to result in my sleeping in late (around 6:30 am).

Dream: I was up late in the morning, but still about an hour before the little guy would be waking up. I saw that a bus was coming that would take me to a mall east of where I live. I figured on a Saturday morning that the trip to and from the mall would be very fast and that I could make the round trip and shop at the mall before the little guy woke.

By the time we were close, I realized my assumption was wrong. This whole trip was going to take a lot longer than I thought. Near the mall, one of the other passengers started commenting on street names. At one point the bus driver took us down a very narrow alley for some reason. We got to the mall, and I tried to figure out where the bus would be that would take me back home. I thought it would be near the Sears store, which was on the other side of the mall. I raced to get there before the bus left.

Comment: There is no mall in that direction, and I'm not aware of any nearby malls with a Sears.

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Long Time No Dream

2006-07-26T18:04:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Michèle

Comment: I’ve been going through some major changes in my life and, as a result of stress, have not been dreaming—or, at least not remembering my dreams. Finally, this morning, I had a dream that I remembered. In fact, it’s a variation on a recurring dream I used to have in my teens and twenties.

There is a path that runs through the woods behind my childhood home. In waking life, there was never anything but trees, rocks, and wildlife along the trail. Recently, though, there has been construction along the path. A house is going to be built there.

Dream: In my dream, there is no home construction going on, but the path had somehow been turned into a beautiful park. The path is lined with cobblestones. As I walk, I come upon a manmade pond surrounded by beautiful plantings. I dip my feet in the refreshing water for a moment then continue walking the path to see what else is there. Along the path, there are statues, fountains, and granite benches. Nature has been carved up a bit, but what has been created there is beautiful too. A place where I feel I want to be. As I wake up, I feel like I want to go there; then I slowly remember that it doesn’t exist the way it does in my dream.

Further Comment: My parents will soon be selling my childhood home. I wonder if this dream is my way of coping with the impending loss.

Five Big Macs Lined up in a Row

2006-07-25T10:00:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was at MW's house, and his mom showed me the Macintosh computers they had. They were lined up in a row, each one in succession was a newer model. They were all rather large, and there were several monitors that hooked up to the Macs. The last one on the right was a G5. She told me how they were all networked together, and we talked about how easy it was to network Macs together. She showed me how there was a version of Pong playing on the one of the older models.

Later MW had to go and study. There was talk about playing some sort of trivia game that related to history. We talked about how fast the last few decades have gone by. I said that the 80's took a while to pass, but the 90's zipped by, and the 00's were going by even faster. I was curious to see how I would do with 80's trivia.

Comment: MW's mom looked very much like his wife, but I'm pretty sure in the dream it was his mom. MW would be the last person in the world that I would expect to own a Mac.

Associations:
Big Mac -- Tasty food that might not be so great for me, and not something I eat anymore. Something I ate a lot of in the 80's.
MW -- corporate lacky, one who would never be caught dead with a Mac. Buys into the corporate culture, despite complaining about many aspects of it.
5 -- My favorite number. I usually having a good feeling when the number 5 pops up in my life.
Mac -- The anti-PC. The computer used by creative people, artists.

Interpretation:
None at this time.

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End-of-school stress

2006-07-22T09:55:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Je m'amuse

Note: I cannot remember the exact order of these dream fragments, except the last one is definitely the last in this cluster of dreams.

Dream:

It is the last day of school. We are expereincing the usual problems with kids wandering around and not being where they ought to be. BMc has a problem, though I am not sure what. One teacher, X, is feeling ill, so I tell her that she should just leave. I walk down a ramp that passes in front of several classroom doors. I am yelling for Q, who is the department chair. X tells me that Q's room is in the other direction, on the other side of her room.

I have to pee and so I go into one of the bathrooms. There are many stalls on both sides. The bathroom has just been cleaned, but when I look in the first stall on the right, I notice that there is urine on the blue and red toilet seat. I look in the next stall. It is the same. I don't have much time, so I decide to just squat over that seat to go and get going.

I see Phyl. She is in a wheelchair in the lunch room. She and I are going to a stadium auditorium. I wonder if I should roll her down the stairs to get to the bottom, but I decide to carry her down instead. There are just a few students. H is in the class. We are talking about an assignment. I mention my WebQuest, and he tells me that it is dumb or lame or something along those lines. I let him know that I received an "A" on the project. Phyl starts to fall over, so I prop her back up.

Phyl and I are in the lunchroom. She gives me a handful of change to buy both of us orange juice. I leave.

There are seventh graders standing on the sidewalk. Some are wearing plastic tiaras and carrying wands with acrylic stars. I tell them to get back to class, but they tell me that they are in Miss G's class, so they have permission to hang out where they want. I remember that Miss G is handing out yearbooks. I think that what the kids tell me is probably true. I am perturbed, becasue all of these problems are exactly the same as the previous year; and while I had talked about them with D, my boss, nothing has changed.

I am in a car with BMc, and we hear sirens coming from behind as she is driving us to my house. We get to the house, and the front and side yards are much more spread out than I remember. There are several other cars parked in the driveway. I don't see smoke coming from the house, but the firetruck stops and the firemen get out to save my house. I say something to the chief. He tells me that S has taken our kids to Britan where they are safe. My feelings are hurt partly because going to Britan was my idea and partly because I am now alone and not sure when they will return.

Associations:

BMc is a former student of mine. She has long, luxurious blond hair, wears false eyelashes, and needs at least a D-cup bra.

Phyl is a custodian at my school. I usually talk to her every day when I am at work.

X will be on maternity leave this upcoming school year.

Miss G is a department chair. She is divorced and spends a lot of time working late. When we get together, she takes up a tremendous amount of my time talking about kids, mostly because I think she is in no rush to get back home where she lives alone.

H is my older son. The assignment we are talking about is one I just completed.

D really is my boss.

Q is a man but is not anyone in particular. He is the only person I this dream that I do not recognize. Actually, there are no men in the English department at my school, and I wonder why I've conjured up an unknown man to lead the department.

S is my spouse.

Currency Exchange

2006-07-18T11:06:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I am in a marketplace, it seems to be open air, but it could be a giant mall. I am walking around and go up a short flight of stairs. Looking down at the stairs I see that there are several varieties of lettuce growing between the stair edges. I am thinking about converting my paper currency into gold and silver. I arrive back at the starting place of my walk around the marketplace and I am going to do it again, a reenactment of what I just dreamed, however this time I am going to be the person who changes the money. Before beginning a woman wants to take the measurement of the distance from the outside corner of my right eye to the ground. I think I may be in China and that this measurement will somehow be used to verify my identity. I am sitting at the money-changing table and I see myself walking around the perimeter of the marketplace. I arrive at my table and so I begin converting the currency. To figure out how many pieces of gold and silver to exchange I do math on a piece of paper. I am amazed that I am doing math in a dream, so I check the numbers to make sure they are correct. They seem to check out so I begin stacking gold pieces. They are large, the smallest the size of a coaster and the larger ones are like saucers. As I stack them each one makes a loud, distinct clang. I like the sound, but I don’t want to call attention to what I am doing. Some of my friends, who have been a part of the crowd, incognito, step between my table and the marketplace to obscure me from view. I continue to stack the coins. The last one is silver and it is a large rectangle, which makes such a great sound when placed in the stack that it makes me smile.

Dazzled

2006-07-16T22:26:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I am in a room with a black cat. The cat seems nervous and I want to reassure it. I reach out to stroke it’s fur, which is very soft, but then I notice something else. I feel bumps and I look more closely to discover that under the fur the cat is covered from nose to tail with diamonds. Indeed, this spectacular cat is made of diamonds and yet it is still a living, breathing, sparkling, cat. I take an astonished step backwards. There is another person in the room who I do not know and she speaks up saying that it is my assignment to keep my eye on the diamond cat and to take care of it. I agree, picking up the cat, thinking how incredibly fortunate I am to be responsible for such a remarkable cat and I wonder if I know how to take care of such an animal. The woman answers my thoughts saying that I do know how, that it will be the same as taking care of any other cat.

Then, I am sitting around outside on a terrace that is the color of soft gray turquoise that contrast with the last beams of amber light in the early evening hours with a group of friends sharing the news of my good fortune concerning the cat and I learn that there is more! That there is a horse owned by a prince and he has entered it into a race and it is going to win that race which is to be run the next day. Furthermore I am to ride the winning horse in the race. I am again astounded and would find it hard to believe except that a red horse is being led to me and I can see that it is clearly the winner. I am handed a plush blanket for the horse, made of a magenta sheepskin, which is embedded with diamonds. I approach the horse to put the blanket on while my friends gather around to congratulate me on the winning race to be run tomorrow.

I find myself thinking that horse racing may be considered dangerous and I wonder if I should worry. All the same I feel dazzled.

Eye of Horus

2006-07-15T08:00:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

I'm reclined on my bed so that my profile view is seen. I'm outstretched and leaning on one elbow. I'm wearing a long sleeveless white gossamer nightgown. The opposite arm of my reclining arm is outstretched and I'm cupping a large Eye of Horus. Coming out the bottom of my ankle length nightgown are five feet each of different skintone representing different ethnic races.

Comment: Go figure...this was kind of a hynogogic vision upon awakening

A Cakewalk

2006-07-11T23:30:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I am attending a picnic in a large park or fairground. Blankets are spread out on the ground evenly, with spaces in between that are wide enough for a bicycle to pass or for a person to walk. From the sky the area would look like a large, colorful grid pattern. Each blanket is covered with food and the food is also laid out in even geometric lines and rows and rectangles. In most cases there is food right up to the edge of the blanket. I walk up and down the walkways looking at the food. I am attracted to some neat and precise 2” squares of cake with thick and heavily decorated icing arranged in a line on one of the blankets. I might eat one of those. Then I am unfurling a piece of cloth next to this blanket. My cloth has a pretty vine pattern on green material. There are many people around, some sitting on blankets, some riding bicycles, and some walking between the blankets as I am. Everyone seems to be in a good mood and happy to be there. A discussion begins about whether to speak in first person singular or first person plural. I laugh at the idea and reach for a piece of cake while trying to decide which would be the most appropriate mode of speech.

I don't have a key to get out of her apartment building

2006-07-11T09:31:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: My girlfriend and I arrive at her apartment. We start going up the stairwell to her unit. Somehow we make enough noise to scare the woman who is stationed at the top of the stairwell as a security guard. My girlfriend decides to go up to the security guard and let her know it's just us and not an intruder. I go up to her apartment on my own. Just inside the door is a thing with keys hanging on it. There is one key that will let a person outside the building. For some reason I realize that I have no key to leave the building, and this hanging key is not mine. I'm not happy about this, and I decide to leave. Downstairs, I come across other people. A young woman wants to carry my backpack. I tell her to zip up the side compartments, because I don't want anything falling out as she is carrying the pack on her back. I walk next to another woman and she is telling me about signing. I make the sign for "eat", and explain to her that my signing has gotten rusty in just a few weeks.

Comment: The sign I was using for "eat" was actually the sign for the letter "e", though I didn't realize that in the dream.

The girlfriend in the dream reminded me of my best friend from childhood. I didn't know it at the time, but he turned out to be gay. In real life, I'm married to my girlfriend.

Interpretation:
None at this time.

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Is force really the better option?

2006-07-10T10:16:00.000-05:00

Dreamer. Bill

Dream. I'm at a wedding and wedding party combined and there is a long conga-line dance in progress that winds up and down staircases that line the walls of the huge room (like an Escher drawing). I'm watching the dance and am concerned that I'm not dressed properly (I have very casual clothes on (T-shirt); everyone else is quite dressed up). I have the impression this is a Jewish wedding, but the dancing and singing is all wrong for a Jewish wedding.

I'm still connected with the wedding event, but I've gone around the corner to the back of the building and I'm at the back door of an art shop. It's all very strange to me -- the art shop, the wedding, am I here to buy a gift? I remove the back door by the hinges and now am very worried about causing damage I can't repair.

Back at the wedding party the Grateful Dead are performing. That's pretty cool, but it's all very strange. Suddenly I'm tripping and losing some of my money; it falls from my money clip to the floor. Two wedding guests pick the money up and I ask for it. But they play like mean practical jokesters and tease me with the money and what I have to do to get it back. I'm getting angry. I'm considering my options: (1) let go of the money and just forget about it -- I really don't want to do this; (2) ask for help -- this seems humiliating; (3) use force -- I'm not good at this, I don't like this option, it won't lead to a better "next time", but I'm thinking it's what I need to do.

I wake up unhappy about that last thought.

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Alpha

2006-07-10T07:00:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

Dream:

I was running along the field of a farm when I came across a pasture with many different animals. I recall seeing one goat, a bull, a few cows and a hyena. My guide, that I couldn’t see, only hear, told me that I couldn’t stay in two of the adjoining pastures, which were separated by a short fence and only one horizontal timber. So while running from one pasture to the next I decided to sit atop the fence and taunt the goat that chased me to this point. I’d kick at him as he ran under the fence trying to butt me, but he couldn’t reach me. I took pleasure in my meanness. Finally bored I dismounted and started to walk away when I came across the hyena. It bared its teeth and growled at me menacingly. I growled back letting him know I was the alpha and he’d better beware of me, but he started to advance which made me think better, so I ran away down the rolling wheat field to a beautiful house that was in the process of being built. It reminded me of Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello, but was a brilliant red painted stucco rather than brick. I went inside and watched the stone masons carve the stone steps leading up many flights of stairs. I started to ascend the stairs and took the hand of the man standing at the base whose house this was. I could see that he had black hair but that’s about all. We went to the very top floor/attic space where we peered out the tiny windows in the small room and caught our reflection in the window. Standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist, he took pictures of our reflection. I was calm, content and very happy. I didn’t smile in the photos because my inner joy was so complete that a smile wasn’t necessary. We then walked down the hall to a map room. I was in awe at the many kinds of maps all neatly categorized and stacked on a wall into sections. Each section designated different areas of the world with topographical, road, hiking and geological formation maps. It seemed these maps belonged to someone else and he was very stingy with the use and sharing of these maps so I decided to leave.

Walking out I came across my mom, she was young again, probably in her 40’s and was beautiful again too. She was with my father who was also the same age and told him she needed the American Express Card to place a wager in a local casino. My dad said we didn’t gamble, which my family absolutely didn’t, but my mom insisted it was only a small bet. I chided her that the opening bet was $50,000 which surprised her and finally she saw this wasn’t something she should engage in. I was ashamed of my tone with her and felt sorrow for treating her so harshly, but was happy to see her so young and healthy again.

Comment: Both my parents have passed on and I think in the dream I realized they were dead, but it was deeply hidden in my subconscious mind.

Do they know I'm looking for another job?

2006-07-09T09:54:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: Over the last couple of weeks, I had been gradually cleaning up my office in preparation for leaving the company and taking a job elsewhere.

I arrived at work and in order to get to my office, I had to walk through a couple other offices. In the first office, there were several chairs lined up in an arc. People were seated in the chairs, and they were having a meeting of some sort. I tried to get through there fast, not wanting to disturb them or call attention to myself. I finally got to my office. The walls were bare, and it looked like I hardly worked there anymore.

Sarah Jessica Parker came in to drop off something. Some kind of suit in a garment bag. She said something like, "Do you want me to put this next to your interview suitcase?" I hoped that no one heard her comment.

The offices were quite open, so there was no real sense of privacy.

Previous Dream: I was talking to someone about interviewing for the FBI. I was wondering if there was any chance that I could get in. Not just for the interview, but to be accepted into their training program. Then I told the person I was talking to that I was working on a program that would help counter terrorism.

Comment: I'm not sure if there is any relation between these 2 dreams.

I do know a few people in New York, but not Sarah Jessica Parker.

Interpretation:
None at this time.

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Trains, Acrobats, and Electric Carts

2006-07-08T11:14:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: Something was going to be coming down from the sky and so we were preparing to leave. I didn’t have very much time to gather my things together. I knew I wanted my cell phone and I grabbed that, as well as the headset for it. A man came in an electric cart. He was going to drive me to the train. I thought that was funny because the train stop was only a few yards away, but whatever. As part of his service he was also going to handle any luggage I might have. I became quite concerned that he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between my standard headset cable and all of the other standard headset cables. In fact when I checked he appeared to have already mixed them up. But there was no time for that. I heard a rumor that the train was here and I ran to the platform, but then it didn’t seem to be the train that I wanted and so I hung back. This was good because I also had quite a bit of some kind of currency to count and sort out. While I was doing that various people started to do slow motion aerial acrobatics across the room and I stopped to watch and wonder how they had managed to conquer gravity. Even better I noticed that there were several containers of candy placed in various spots throughout the room and my friend B_ was saying that I was welcome to help myself. Not only that, but there was also a very well stocked refrigerator with all kinds of goodies. Things were looking up, but then everyone was running for the train again. This was starting to become annoying and I went to the counter to complain and to find out the whereabouts of my standard headset cable.

Of Garbage and Anemia

2006-07-05T11:27:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

I walked up to what appeared to be a well; there was something inviting about it so I jumped in, mostly out of curiosity. When I landed I found that I was in a deep garbage pit and standing knee deep in maggot infested, rotting garbage. I was lucid so I didn’t panic but decided that I needed to find something to help me climb out since I couldn’t reach the top with my hands. In the corner I imagined a rope which suddenly appeared with a grappling hook. I threw it up and over the cement edge and climbed out.

Wearing maggots and rotting food I needed to find someplace to bathe immediately. To my right was a beautiful lake with convenient shower head on a nearby tree and sitting next to the tree was shampoo. I ran to the tree, disrobed and scrubbed my hair with the shampoo and cleansed my body as best I could then I ran naked into the lake. I swam for what seemed like quite sometime, diving deep and viewing the underwater lake grasses with curiosity.

I came out of the water feeling totally refreshed and came upon a man that I’ve somewhat admired for awhile but never met before. He walked up to me and told me he was recently diagnosed with a disease, I believe he said it was some kind of anemia. My heart felt such sympathy for him and my hands ached to touch him. I placed my hands, which were tingling and very hot, at different places over his body hoping to transmit my energy to him so that he would feel better.

Comment:

I was lucid in this entire dream except for coming upon this man and his comment. That part of the dream took place on its own and I had no lucid control over it.

Keeping him waiting

2006-07-01T08:15:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Je m’amuse

The dream:

The school I work at is located in a jungle or a tropical island, though I am not sure which. The parking lot is grassy and needs to be mowed. There is a special parking space designated for the school secretary, D, to park her SUV so she can help direct traffic in the mornings. The school is comprised of several freestanding buildings. They remind me of the Hemmingway house in Key West.

J has brought me a lesson for me to use. It is a gift, he says, because there is a French component to it. I see him at the counter in the main office talking to D when two small black puppies run inside barking. One of them is a Scottish terrier, and I call him Jock. I bend over to stroke and talk to Jock. I tell J that I have something to do, but that I will be right back.

I go to a room full of students and a few adults. Two girls are in the back of the class. They are in love with each other, but they are pouting because they are not allowed to hold hands or kiss. A boy asks me if the girls intend to write a book about this. I tell him that quite often girls think very deeply about the world around them, so that yes, it is something that the might choose to do. I say this realizing that it is what they are planning to do. I look at the girls again who are comforting each other with hugs. I tell them again to stop, that it is inappropriate behavior for school.

I go to the Africa building to find the Morocco room. I suspect that J is in there waiting for me, but he is not. I remember that along with the lesson, he has brought me a large hot dog with blackberry jam to try. He has told me that it is the way he likes to eat them and that it is rather good. I think that it does not sound appetizing and that I would rather eat an apple.

I find myself in an open area with many students. There is a problem going on that I must solve. W is one of the kids.

I go back to the Morocco room and J is standing there with the lesson. I apologize for keeping him waiting and I look through it. It is beautifully formatted on decorative stationary. It is also very long. As I look through it, I see that the first page contains a poem written in French, but there is nothing else French about the lesson. It is part of a poetry unit, and I am disappointed because I don’t think that I can use much of it with making many modifications. I thank him anyway, and I feel bad for making him wait for so long.

Associations:

J is a teacher I am only casually acquainted with. We worked together briefly on our philosophy papers, though I helped him more than he helped me. A couple of things about him stand out. First, he works for a very affluent school district. Second, he tends to write reminder notes to himself on his hand using a green felt-tipped pen. Third, he once told me that his father died in a plane crash.

D is a very kind-hearted woman.

My first dog when I was a little girl was a Scottish terrier named Jock.

M is the son of a former best friend.

The Tower

2006-06-26T08:47:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

Dream:

I’m at home with friends with whom I work when we hear of a massive snow and ice storm that has impacted the building in which we work. We decide that we need to get to the building immediately to retrieve something important. What this thing is I’m unaware.

We take separate cars to the building. It’s a tall skyscraper set in the midst of what looks like a shopping mall. The parking lot is frozen with impassable ice sheets except for one narrow trail that I decide to navigate my car. I arrive at the building and find that there are a few parking spots at the entrance that are totally devoid of ice and snow so I park there. When I enter I find that my working mates have arrived at just about the same time. They decide to take the elevator to our floor which is in the middle of the building about 50 stories up. I walk into the elevator with them but suddenly decide that I’m not willing to take the risk of taking the elevator because I have a premonition that it will fall and so I choose to take the stairs. I don’t recall telling them of my premonition because it seems that they too are aware of the danger but choose the fastest route anyway. Inside the elevator on the floor is a small hatch that contains a box where a key is used to unlock the entrance to our floor but I tell them that I’m taking the key and they’ll have to wait for my arrival when they get there and then I’ll unlock the elevator for them. I climb the stairs, knowing that they’ve chosen a dangerous elevator. The stairs eventually becomes the elevator shaft ladder, but still I continue to climb, my knees hurt but I continue on anyway. Eventually I arrive at my floor and have somehow forgotten about my fellow workers. There’s a white metal box that awaits me in the corridor sitting on the floor. I unlock the box with the key that was to be used to unlock the elevator and inside is a piece of paper with this message: “God holds three secrets, one is the secret of creation, another is the power of creation He gives you and the last is the creativity that is inherent in you which he allows you to pass on. Create wisely”

I wake up.

Comment: Today was a dream heavy day since I was up twice throughout the night and early morning. This dream was my last of many.

Those long, thick needles will help you sleep

2006-06-24T09:39:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Pre Comment: I have two dream fragments that stuck out this morning. I had enough time this morning to take a short nap between 5:30 and 6:10 before my run. The dream fragments are from that nap.

Dream: I was in a long, narrow hallway, and there were computers stacked up on shelves along the one long wall. At the end of the hall, there was a digital temperature readout, and I could see that it had cooled off outside. I turned on one of the PC's, and it was very quiet. I thought the cooler temps were allowing the fan to run in quiet mode, instead of the loud mode that's been driving me nuts.

There was a man showing a woman some long knitting needles that he had stuck in his chest. He said they were great for sleeping. I don't think the woman was too eager to try this herself.

Comment: The needles were being used as a form of acupuncture, and it seemed like there was a lot more to this dream, but I can only remember the small fragment.

In terms of the first fragment, my new PC has an extremely loud CPU fan that seems to be functioning incorrectly.

Interpretation:
Nothing right now.

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Busy, busy mind

2006-06-23T01:58:00.000-05:00

As the new kid on the block, I am just going to plunge in the deep end. These dream fragments are fairly recent, roughly a week or two old. Yes, they all occured in the same morning's sleep.

First fragment: My body was flying over the ocean toward Australia, the destination being a small rocky, verdant and uninhabited island. L was right behind me. I fell into the water thinking that there might be sharks, so I quickly scrambled out onto the island. But the island felt like a dock, not an island. The large tropical fish in the water mesmerized me, for there were many of them. I could even see them at the bottom: a swiftly swimming grouper (I didn’t think they could move so fast); gold and silver koi (but they are fresh water fish); and various trigger fish with teeth. To our right was the island where we wanted to be. L was trying to figure out how we might get there, but I was keenly distracted by the fish.

Second fragment: I am in either a bunkhouse or sailors’ cabin in a ship, I cannot tell which. I am lying on a bed talking to someone, though who I am not sure. Another person is reading a manual and mentions that it’s important that we kill any cockroaches we see. At that moment, there is a huge, flat cockroach, perhaps as big as a rat, scurrying on a ledge. As soon as it realizes I see it, it bolts, and I chase after it.

Third fragment: I have temporary custody of a newborn baby who is naked and wrapped in a light green blanket. I cannot tell its gender, but I think it is a girl. I am in the home of the baby’s grandparents. I see children’s clothes strewn in the bathroom, and I realize that it is B’s grandparents’ home. They had been too busy going through the rites of mourning to clean up. I unwrap the baby. She is pink and sticky and perfectly formed. I am waiting for someone to bring clothes for her, for she is cold. I am protecting her with my body.

Fourth fragment: Something about watching someone drive an old fashioned bicycle or car, I don’t remember.

Fifth fragment: I am in the computer room typing an email. I can hear my dad talking to L on the deck. I hear the engine of a jet, and it is louder than what I am used to hearing. I hear my dad calmly say, It’s going to crash. So, I look out the window, pushing the blinds aside rather than pulling the cord to raise them. The sound grows louder and I am afraid, because I cannot see where it is coming from to know its trajectory. At last I see the landing lights and the bottom of the aircraft. It is huge. I can see the bottoms of passengers’ seats. I am afraid that it might land on me, but it passes over and takes a nosedive in the cul-de-sac. I know that I need to help save people, but I finish my email: A plane has just crashed. I hit send and leave.

Some thoughts and associations:

While I used to have frequent, lucid dreams about flying, it had been several years since my last flying dream. I am disappointed that I didn't recognize that I was dreaming, but I suspect that it had been so long since the last one that my mind wasn't looking for it. I hope to be more aware the next time I am airborne.

I think that the fish might represent my distractable curiosity about things that otherwise hold no interest to L.

For some reason, the cabin reminds me of an overnight ferry boat ride that I took between Sicily and Tunisia when I was a teen. The cockroach is kind of like the large tree cockroaches you might find in the tropics. I am reminded of Kafka's The Metamorphosis, because the roach becomes personified as it realizes that I am about to take it out. That said, I am bothered by the notion that I would want to squash it if it might be a cognizant being.

B is a boy who died early this month after being hit by a car. I think that the baby might represent hope or a new beginning. I'm not sure.

L is my partner. L and my father are pilots. Yes, all three of us have known people who died in several well-known and horrific air crashes. Conversely, we also have met people who survived air accidents. I think that despite the crash and impending death, I am focused on looking for survivors in this fragment, though I am unsettled about being in this frame of mind in the first place.

My name is Hunt Howard

2006-06-22T08:27:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was hanging printouts that detailed the various business ventures that LS had been involved in. I was hanging them on the wall in a long hallway, and they were visible to the public. LS came in and I apologized to him, realizing that I shouldn't have put these up in a public place. Then LS told me that his real name was Hunt Howard, or some other variation of E. Howard Hunt. He said that he picked the name LS because it sounded very kind and gentle.

Comment: This dream is from a little while back, but I thought I would post it, given that my dreams recently have been tough to remember. This one stood out to me for some reason.

Interpretation:
Here is what I see. LS is me. Instead of being the kind, gentle person I think I am, I'm actually the nefarious Hunt Howard, and the LS part is just my public persona. I'm not sure what the printouts of the business ventures are supposed to be. Something about trying and failing at a bunch of things, but not committing to them? (like LS?)

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Dream Games

2006-06-21T08:05:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

Dream:

I was playing a pc video game based upon exploration and strategy, when suddenly like a movie I was in this graphic environment living the game.

Ahead and to the left of me was a path that lead to the old wooden door of a rustic stone cottage that I walked up to, but before going through the door I decided to take a look around to see if there was another option. I walked back down the path and saw a hole in the ground with a ladder leading to an underground cave. Since the obvious clue was to take the door, I decided to go with the not so obvious hole in the ground and climbed down the ladder.

I walked around the cave but found nothing, it was a wasted effort so I climbed back out and took the door to the cottage. The door ended up being a gateway to a different environment. Immediately I was on a cliff, now with the door behind me. On the other side of the 100 foot wide gully below me was another cliff that I needed to reach, but there was no way to get there. Something happened that made me realize that there was an invisible floor that connected the two cliffs over the gap, and all I needed was to walk across the gap. Not knowing where the flooring ended and began, I very carefully made my way.

Once on the other side I encountered a woman with amazing earrings. They were ginormous with dangling globes filled with birds and other beautiful winged creatures. At the apex of these globes were strung rough cut gems and semi-precious stones. I wondered how she was able to wear such heavy items and then realized the birds and winged creatures inside released the weight from her lobes.

I woke up thinking about making these earrings.

Transferred

2006-06-11T12:11:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I am in a car with a man that I do not know well, but I know I am supposed to be able to trust him. He is bald, although young, and he is wearing hospital clothing, a white scrubs top and chinos and running shoes. I am being transferred from one facility to another because the floorboards of the old facility were old and too many things had been falling between the cracks and there seems to have been a problem of too many pets. I am not sure if I want to be transferred because my grandmother was at the old facility and I don’t know if I will get a chance to see her again. Many other friends were there as well. The car is an older car from the 70’s, although it doesn’t look old. We are taking the car in lieu of a wheelchair because we have more distance to travel. We start going uphill, steeply uphill, and then so steeply that we are vertical and sitting in our bench seat as if in a rocket and I am glad that I have my seatbelt fastened. I see the perspective from the window change from storefronts and sidewalk to trees and sky. Not only that but the colors start to shift into intense, chromatic hues of turquoise and yellow and the edges of the trees become blurry and melt into the clouds. I marvel that the car can make it up such a severe incline, but it does and then we are there. I am unloaded from the car and am now in a regular wheelchair and the man is pushing me to the end of a short corridor. At the end is a woman with a small baby. The baby is small, but seems more developed than a newborn and is very active. Over active in fact, as it begins whirling around in fast circles, and humming in a sing songy, chanting way, so that the woman is barely able to hang on to it, even though the baby is still attached to an IV and other tubes. I wonder that it doesn’t get all tangled up. I guess that this chronic over activity must be the reason the woman and her child are here at this hospital. At the same time I am thinking that I wonder what they have to do with me? Then I realize that I left my bag back at the intersection where the road began its steep ascent. Even though it is against regulations I jump up out of the wheelchair saying, “I’ll get it!” while the bald hospital worker is distracted by the whirling baby antics. I have a strong image in my mind of a pale turquoise leather satchel sitting by the side of the road. I think I will just grab it and be back in my wheelchair almost before anyone has noticed I’m gone.

Where will I park my car?

2006-06-08T11:53:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Bill

Dream: I'm in my apartment and I've downloaded the recent album by the Dixie Chicks. This seems significant, but I'm not sure why. I'm fiddling around with an audio tape, or (now that I think of it) and audio squeeze tube, and trying to get it set at the beginning of the album. Next I find myself outside by my car in a parking lot for the apartment, and I'm still futzing with the audio tube, trying to get it set at the beginning of the first song. Someone else is there, but I don't know who. I'm fooling around with the audio tube because I want to transfer the audio to my car audio system, and I don't want to miss the beginning of the first song. Suddenly (maybe the person there with me has told me?) I'm aware that the parking lot is being taken over by an adjacent hospital (that just re-opening) and we will all have to move our cars to the street. But there's not enough room on the street for the cars. I'm still futzing with the audio tube, but I'm thinking that I'll have to move. I wake up.

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Four Part Journey

2006-06-07T07:40:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

Dream:

The farm:

I’m visiting what appears to be my uncle’s farm. We’re in the old farmhouse and we’re inspecting it for purchase. The ceiling is raised about three inches from its original height and we can tell this by the mark of the original location. We try to speculate about what caused this and can’t determine the reason. We walk outside and find that the carnival people, who were there earlier with set up rides, have dismantled the rides and were all asleep in their vans and trailers.

The automotive factory:

We end up at an automotive factory and I watch one of my blog readers assemble a car on the line. Her job in this case requires that she lean in a precarious way deep into the dashboard from outside the car and lift some heavy mechanism. I’m concerned that she’ll hurt her back from doing this all day long. She assures me that she’s all right. We hop in the vehicle which now becomes a truck and we drive to the hotel.

The hotel:

At the hotel there’s a large gathering of celebrities and “important” people to discuss various current events. They’re scattered throughout this hotel in lobbies and conference rooms in casual living room type settings. I come across Oprah Winfrey and I overhear her conversation wherein she’s planning her next media purchase. Her boyfriend is standing nearby listening. My escort, some man that I’ve never met, advises me that her boyfriend is very honest to the point of being bluntly callous. I ask her boyfriend a question that I don’t now recall, but his answer is illuminating and I find his lack of political correctness refreshing. He’s honest and to the point and I think he’s fabulous. I find his cut velvet smoking type dinner jacket very interesting. It’s a deep indigo with cut black velvet.

The Atrium:

We continue our walk throughout the hotel when all of a sudden I notice that people everywhere are running and screaming. I follow after them and run to keep up. We all end up outside in a large atrium of this hotel and I find that we’re trapped in now what appears to be a pentagon shaped building interior atrium. Gunmen it turns out started the stampede and corralled us outside into this death pen of no escape. I suddenly realize that my children are still inside and push past everyone to go back inside and save them.

Comment:

I woke up with the seeds of a migraine and vertigo that I suffer from time to time.

Setting the Table

2006-05-30T11:34:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I was setting a large table outdoors for dining. Already in place were a tablecloth and plates. I used CD jewel cases for coasters. I had a collection of a kind of bell jar, except very small and narrow, each one large enough to cover one miniscule portion of food. The bell jars were very pretty, made of different, saturated and intense, colors of stained glass. I gathered up large handfuls of them to take outside and arrange on the plates and as I gathered them up they made exquisite chimey sounds. I was very focused on performing this task. I had a feeling that some of the people around were not very happy. I was also afraid to look in a mirror because I was sure that if I saw my own expression I would see that my mouth was stretched into a caricature of Munch’s silent scream.

How do you spell gaping hand wound?

2006-05-28T09:32:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: We were sitting at a rectangular table with AZ and CW. I looked at my left hand and saw that I had a deep wound. It was a gash, black along the edges, and very deep. I figured that I would have to use a certain cream later to treat it, so that it would heal. I asked CW about how good she was at spelling. I wanted to know how a research scientist compared to me in terms of spelling ability. I realized that I should also ask AZ. She proceeded to spell a complicated word I had never heard before. It turned out to be a poker term.

Comment: We play Canasta and poker with AZ and CW once every month or two. AZ and CW represent opposite sides of the academic spectrum. CW being very scientific, the AZ being quite intuitive.

Associations:
spelling -- one of my academic weaknesses, words, memorization, no way to figure out by logic
...more associations later...

Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

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Why did we park so far away?

2006-05-25T19:52:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Pre Comment: This may dream may come out as a mess, but I found a lot of elements to be interesting, so I'm making an attempt to get it in writing.

Dream: A_ and I arrived at a place where some friends of ours were eating chicken. We started to pick out some pieces of chicken. They were square pieces of white meat. But before we could finish getting chicken and sit down to eat, A_ decided we needed to get a present for a kid, and she wanted me to come along.

Later we were looking for a suitable cup or pitcher that we would use for holding and pouring gasoline. One of the containers was shaped correctly in terms of pouring, but it was so large that I was concerned that it would be too heavy to carry very far. We needed to take gas to our car, which was parked a very long ways away. We weren't sure why we had parked so far away.

Then with some other people. A_ had gone ahead of me, and I was afraid that a scary man had captured something, along with A_. I hoped that we could get A_ and this thing back somehow.

Comment: These pieces don't fit together very well, but my sense is that this was one dream.

Associations:
chicken -- not one of my favorite foods, afraid, cowardly
white meat -- dull, boring, generic chicken
present -- obligation, hoop necessary to jump through to stay in good social standing, material waste
container -- holder
gasoline -- fuel, combustible, dangerous, energy, needed for driving anywhere
car -- means of getting somewhere, transportation, wheels
scary man -- dangerous, taking valuable people and things

Interpretation:
No interpretation yet.

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Bugs on the loose between holidays

2006-05-21T10:10:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was in the dining room with my Aunt L_. We were talking about how it had become remarkably quiet outside. We guessed that it was because it was between holidays and people were taking a break from their raucous behavior. I saw a couple small bugs on the floor, near the wall by the kitchen. I tried to kill them, but one of them got away. Then I saw a large, pale, beetle-like bug. I managed to squish it. I thought the bugs coming inside was related to it being quiet outside.

Comment: I think the holidays may have been Christmas and New Years, but I'm not sure. I may try to work on some associations later.

Associations:
dining room -- place to eat, center of house
Aunt L_ -- mom's sister, pusher of educational videos on little guy
holidays -- time of celebration, stressful time of year, chaos
quiet outside -- peace, relaxing, calm
bugs -- computer bugs, things that go wrong, nature intruding upon human world, never can eliminate them all

Interpretation:
The dream seems to show the tension between chaos and order. Seems that nature isn't going to be stopped and will keep invading my life. I'm not yet sure how this actually relates to what is going on in my life right now.

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A Quick Walk Around the Block

2006-05-15T10:54:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I was at home and saw a man coming to the front door. I didn’t want him to come in so I quickly gathered my things together and left by the door he was arriving at, saying, “Oh, I was just on my way out.” Then I walked rapidly away from the house towards a construction area. It was muddy and I didn’t want to get mud on my shoes and also I felt too skimpily dressed in only short shorts and a little T-shirt, even though I was decent, so I got on a bus. I didn’t really want to travel very far, but I felt too shy to ask the driver to stop at the first stop, even though I was the only passenger. Seeing that the freeway was coming up soon I did stand up and get off the bus at the next stop and started to make my way back. I was now in an industrial and commercial area, oversized concrete and brick, and the occasional Caterpillar tractor. I went into a grocery store and picked up something. I took it outside to get a better look at it and to read the label. No one seemed to mind, or even notice that I hadn’t paid for it and I was already outside so I kept walking. I was looking for a shortcut between buildings, because I didn’t want to go all the way around the block, however I kept encountering chain link fences. I saw a group of people walking down an alleyway towards me. I started to go towards them and I also decided to read the 8 1/2” x 11” printout that I had in my hand. There were a number of articles listed. One of them was “How to Queue People.” I thought this information might come in handy as I eyed the approaching throng. Then I turned the page and saw another article in large block letters: “HIDDEN AGENDA” and promptly decided that I ought to start reading that one right away.

Sitting Around the Dorm Room

2006-05-10T09:13:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was in a dorm room at U of M with some new students. We were sitting around on the floor. One of the guys looked at me and could tell that I was older than the rest of them. He guessed that I was around 40, which surprised me, given that I normally think people see me as looking a lot younger than my age.

Later, we were discussing our background. I mentioned graduating with a BS and later going to DePaul for training in mainframe programming. One of the people knew about the DePaul program and knew that it was rigorous and had a good track record.

It turned out that there was a bathroom in the dorm room, shared by several people. Unlike living in MoJo, there weren't any bathrooms on the hall that could be used by anybody.

Comment: In real life I'm in the early stages of trying to find a graduate program to enroll in. I've been thinking quite a bit about what it will be like to be back in school as a full-time student.
The following associations and interpretation are very much a work in process. I will come back to this and try to flesh out the details and come up with something that feels like the right fit.

Associations:
dorm room -- back in the prime of my youth, embarking on a educational journey, monastic-like place set up for intense concentration
new students -- young people about to begin their educational quest, still naive, still eager
sitting on the floor -- simple, more zen-like as opposed to sitting on chairs
computer training at DePaul -- practical, effective for establishing a career as a programmer
bathroom -- place to relieve oneself, place to clean up, place where one wants privacy

Interpretation:
The dream shows me confronted with my youth. The youthful, idealistic self sitting with the older more experience, more practical self. (I'm still shocked they thought I looked my age.) The zen self and the practical programmer self.

Why this issue with the shared bathroom, which bothered me?

Update: I think this dream is telling me that my youthful idealistic self and my more mature practical self have to live together and share the same space. We are all working towards the same goal. Not only do we have to share the same space, but also the same bathroom, which I wasn't happy about, but something that I will have to learn to live with. In order to succeed in my upcoming endeavors, I will need to combine both sides.

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Circling the Shoji Screens

2006-05-03T11:45:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Katherine

Dream: I am in a hallway in an apartment building and I have an uneasy feeling. I feel threatened and think that there is a dangerous man stalking me. I get inside an apartment-it may be mine- and start gathering materials to make a cloth screen. It will be like a shoji screen except constructed from found materials. I find old curtains and blankets to use and parts of discarded furniture to make the frames. I construct several of these screens and line them up around me. Even though they are soft and permeable and even fragile I know that they will keep me safe from danger or intrusion. I invite other people that I like to stay inside the perimeters with me. Suddenly I am outside, although the screens are still around me and I look up to my right to see a woman I know standing on a ladder that is leaning against a two-story building, except then the building becomes invisible and yet continues to support her ladder. She seems to be painting the trim of one of the windows. She calls down to me to look to my left and in the distance, about two or three blocks away, to see the street numbers of the houses there and let her know what the numbers are because children live there and she wants to invite them to a party. I want to do this for her, but I am worried that I won’t be able to see the numbers from so far away and also there are most likely other buildings in the way that will block my view. However I decide to try anyway and focus in that direction.

Lisa K. Aldridge (or Aldrich)

2006-05-01T07:08:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: rgmb

Dream: I’m visiting a client to help them get back on their feet, but oddly I’m like a ghost in the building. I’m walking along the hallways and no one seems to notice my existence. At the same time, I have a feeling that I’m being treated more as a guest that’s only allowed to see and experience the best parts of the business and am being kept away from their dirty little secret----they’re going under. I’m blocked from meetings where I can hear the bad news through the door, but people walk out all smiles as if everything is going well. I enter their kitchen and tell those in the kitchen that a woman, Lisa K. Aldridge, has lied to me in a meeting and I can tell because of an egg I’m holding. It’s cracked in two places. One crack indicates where I lied and another much larger crack indicates where she lied. The egg accidentally breaks open and the BLUE yolk lands and sits precariously atop the sink’s faucet. I attempt to clean the sink but the dish detergent spills everywhere and I awaken during my attempts to sop up the mess.

Comment: I don't know why, but I have many dreams where I'm a savior of sorts; the one to solve problems or help someone else out. It's all so strange considering I could use lots of help myself in life.-------oh and I have no idea who this Lisa person is so needless to say her name is only a figment of my dream imagination.

Cramped Fishing Spot

2006-04-30T20:10:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was riding in a car with a woman and a pre-adolescent boy. She was going to take us fishing and instruct us on what to do. We drove around a heavily wooded lake and came to a turn off where there was a little dock sticking out into the lake. We got out of the car and she showed us how to put hooks into the fish. It was important to get the hook firmly into the lower jaw of the fish, before trying to cast out our lines. I had my fish hooked and tried to cast out my line with an overhand motion, but the line didn't go out far at all. Because of all the trees, I couldn't take a full swing.

We ended up leaving shortly after this.

Comment: When I used to fish in real life, we actually used worms for bait, and that's what we put on the hooks before casting out our lines. Down in FL, when I was quite young, we were using live shrimp for bait. Those scared me, and I let others bait my hooks.

Associations:
fish -- swims freely, natural
hook -- being caught on a hook, unable to escape, method of capture
trees -- nature, primordial life
instructor woman -- don't have much of a sense of her, just that she was leading us, teacher, knowledgeable, leader
fishing -- childhood activity, did at granfather's places, slow, methodical, meditative practice, not always leading to quick results.
lake -- childhood wonder, swimming, fishing, nature
dock -- place to access the lake, bridge between civilization and nature
pre-adolescent boy -- maybe myself as a young boy, another character I didn't have much of a sense of.

Interpretation (at least a stab at it):
I'm trying to fish for that part of me that is free to swim in the lake, free to be natural and part of nature. However, I'm constricted in that freedom by something that is crowding me out and preventing me from really making a decent attempt at this fishing. The fact that this natural activity is fishing gives it a more of a meditative nature and connects with that part of me that is trying to live in a more meditative, contemplative way.

I still need to figure out what is crowding me and keeping me from swinging freely. Who exactly is this woman instructing me? Who is the pre adolescent boy?

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Duct Tape Roof

2006-04-25T21:03:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: L_ was over to visit from NY. We were in the kitchen and I mentioned that this was the first time he had seen the kitchen since the remodeling. I told him that we had to remodel because of water damage to the floor. I pointed out the new floor and new cabinets. L_ and I looked out one of the windows and we could see sections of the roof. He pointed out an area where some duct tape was coming loose, where a vent pipe came up through the roof. I couldn't quite see the loose duct tape. I thought there was a chance that I could climb out the kitchen window and onto the roof to check out the situation. L_ thought it would be better to use a ladder to get on the roof.

I found myself outside looking up at the roof. I realized that the section I had been looking at from the kitchen was actually part of the roof of one of the neighbor houses. I set up a ladder so that I could climb onto the roof. However, when I climbed up a couple rungs, I realized that it wasn't very stable. I thought that maybe A_ could hold the ladder while I climbed up to the roof, but she was doing something with the little guy and couldn't help with the ladder yet.

Comment: I didn't expect that I would find another dream application for duct tape. The details of the house, kitchen, and roof didn't not correspond very well with the real world equivalents.

Associations:
L_ -- inner artist and writer, the creative me that doesn't quite get out
kitchen -- place to cook meals
roof -- protection agains nature, keeping rain out, allowing home to be somewhat secure, top, head
duct tape -- magical fix all, sticky, quick and dirty repairs
ladder -- way up to the roof, shaky, scary, risky, fragile, climb the ladder to success, maybe education pursuit
A_ -- very supportive

Interpretation (a very bad stab at it):
Strangely, I think this dream is saying something about my desire to go back to school. The plan is to get a Master's degree. A_ has been doing research into various graduate programs in the area. Somehow I see the ladder as symbolizing climbing the academic ladder, and the roof as being related to my head. The roof work is akind of working on my head and learning the things I need to learn in my future career.

This still feels very shaky, and the connections don't quite feel like a good fit yet, but I'm trying this on for size to see if the interpretation has any merit. I need to come back to this later.

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I'll Return To You As Beads

2006-04-24T11:58:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: RGMB

With Mother's Day upcoming and the recent passing of my father, I thought I'd post this dream I had shortly after my mother's death six years ago. Just two days before her death, I was fortunate to share with her my first memories of life being carried in her arms, which is an integral part of this story.

Dream:

I was aroused from my slumber at the sound of my mother’s voice repeating over and over, “Remember 1031, 1031, 1031….” There was no vision just the distinct sound of her voice directly in my ear! As I completely awoke and her voice faded off into the distance, the entire content of her message came flooding into my consciousness like a zipped computer file becoming unzipped.

“When I was a young girl I would sometimes go with my father out to the pastures and play while he tended to the cows, crops, and fences. During one such trip on a snowy winter day, I was wearing a precious necklace under my coat. It was strung with round multi-faceted colored glass beads. Not expecting that any danger could befall my necklace, I joyfully played and romped in the snow. However, upon my return home with wet clothes put by the stove to dry, immediately I saw that my necklace was missing. Frantically I looked everywhere but finally came to the awful realization that it must have fallen in the snow where I played. I went back many times to that snow covered field searching, but to no avail. I cried many nights over my loss wishing I had been more careful.

"One day the following spring while out in the fields again with my father, miraculously I happened upon a few of the beautiful glass beads from my necklace glistening in the morning sun. I looked for more but there were none to be found. I was so happy to find even those few beads. As the years went by, occasionally I’d find a few more beads here and there, each bringing the joy of remembering my necklace in its entirety.

“And so R___ as with the necklace of my youth, I can never return to you. I will, however, return to you as beads which you may find as tokens of my love.”

Comment:It was many months before I could take comfort in those words. I often challenged my memories of that ‘dream’ as the product of my heightened grief, until one evening while I was dazedly channel surfing, lying in my bed and feeling particularly lonely for my mother, I happened to glance at my bedroom clock. The time read 10:31. I was instantly reminded of my mother’s message to remember “1031”. Focusing then on the channel where I landed, there I found my first bead.

On the screen was a woman cradling her swaddled baby. Gently caressing her face, she was telling her baby how much she loved her.

I don't know how coincidental this is, but my dad died last week at 10:30 in the evening.

An Interesting Side Dish

2006-04-22T19:05:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Michèle

Dream: I was having dinner with my husband and mother-in-law who are both vegetarian, so I was surprised when my husband brought to the table a green salad with an interesting garnish. Instead of croutons, there were little green frogs tossed on to the salad. They were alive and nibbling on the lettuce leaves.

"I don't think I can eat that," I said to my husband.

"Don't worry. My mother and I will eat it," he said.

"Frogs are meat you know. And these are alive!"

Then my husband picks up a big, fat bullfrog from somewhere off of the dining table and begins holding it to his face like one might cuddle a kitten.

I was about to turn to my mother-in-law and ask her what she thought about all of this, but I woke up.

Comment: I understand that dreaming of frogs can mean transformation. That seems to be the state of my life right now.

Digging in the Dirt

2006-04-20T08:55:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was at G_'s house with my mom and dad. We went out to the backyard and looked at the flower beds along the side of the house. There wasn't much in the way of plant growth. My dad started planting some plants in one area, and my mom pointed out some bulbs laying on the ground across from where my dad was and asked if I could plant those. I took them and started digging near where my dad was planting. I used a hand shovel to break up hard clumps of dirt and tried to dig a hole. However the soil was so dry that it kept falling right back into the hole as soon as I scooped a shovelful out. This happened repeatedly. My mom went inside the house to get some water to help with this process.

Comment: For some reason, gardening is another one of the common themes that pop up again and again in my dreams.

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Battered Fish

2006-04-15T07:28:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: I was walking on the Chicago River with another person. There was ice on the sides along the bank, but the middle was still open water. I was a little unsure how stable the ice was. I banked on it a couple times with my foot to see if it would break through. There was someone talking to us from above. We had been walking West, and eventually came back East near a bridge that crossed the river.

Then I was alone on the ice, and the section I was on broke off and rocked back and forth on top of the river. There was an ancient fish swimming under the ice, and I told the person above that I was afraid of this fish. I had a bat or hammer, and I start swinging at the fish. I missed several times, but finally managed to hit it in the head once or twice, without inflicting much damage. The fish transformed into a small mammal, with small eyes close together. I was finally able to crush it's skull with the hammer.

Comment: I tend to have a lot of dreams with ice covered lakes or rivers. I would prefer to not resort to violence in dreams. I think it would have been much healthier to dialogue with the fish/mammal and face my fear of it, without whacking away at it.

There was also some connection between the fish/mammal and a certain political leader. I think I said something to the person above as I was swing at the animal.

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Wall Fire

2006-04-10T14:18:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: katherine

Dream: I am in my old studio, the one from my teenage years that is an enclosed balcony off my second floor bedroom in my parents Victorian house. I notice a man from my past walk by outside. He does not notice me, or he is preoccupied. I have a brilliant idea. I have a box of kitchen matches and it occurs to me to light them and put them into the electrical outlet and set the walls on fire from the inside. I proceed to do this and I am very pleased by how quickly it begins to burn. I hurry from the room and go around to the outside of the house to see what will happen. The fire spreads very quickly, more quickly then I had anticipated and I realize with disappointment that it will set off an alarm system and a sprinkler system will engage. I run back inside and to my studio where the sprinkler system has already set off a deluge of water inside. There is a box with a trash bag holding a stack of art books sitting on a chair near the outlet. I see the fire from inside the wall start to lick out and meanwhile water is raining down from above. I watch to see which will get to the books first, the fire or the water, and then suddenly the fire is out and the water turns off and all of the people who had evacuated the house start to return. There is some damage to the studio wall and the art books are floating in the water. A friend from college, A_ sits down on a cushion on the floor and tells me that they are going to have a sleep over at her loft in the Village and would I like to come. I say I think it’s a good idea and I want to know how many people will be there. Then I wonder how we will get from my parents old house to the Village and have the thought that we have to somehow incorporate travel by way of Los Angeles because that is where I live.

Smoking in the Vacuum Store

2006-04-09T09:05:00.000-05:00

Dreamer: Zataod

Dream: We were talking to a friend about when we would be able to get together during the week. Either she was on a business trip, or we were and would be flying back at the end of the week. The friend wanted to pick A_'s brain about her sales techniques. This friend was heavily made up, and I thought she was selling Avon. There were monitors hanging from the ceiling, and her face appeared on the monitor. She had taped her sales presentation, and we were watching the beginning of that tape. It turned out that she was selling vacuums.

Then A_ and I found ourselves looking at the vacuums that this woman was trying to sell. A salesperson did a demonstration. The other types of vacuums did a pretty good job of sucking up dirt, but this new type of vacuum sucked (pardon the pun). It just kind of rolled the dirt around, but didn't really suck it up. The floor of the store was extremely grimy, and we decided to leave. We passed a square area where people were all smoking. They were doing some kind of study. I was surprised that they were able to smoke indoors, but it was only because of this research being done. Some of the people didn't normally smoke. Then we sat down at a bar and decided that we would stay a little while and have a drink. I remembered that I had left my drink by the vacuums.

Comment: I had another train-like dream, but this one seemed more interesting.

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