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Post by paulette on Oct 29, 2013 22:53:40 GMT -6
No dream in a long time and then this (a morning dream). I was in the company of a woman and a baby and somehow the baby got handed to me. I was soothing it (thinking how my skills are pretty rusty). I decided I needed to sing something but I'm just not an out loud singer. And I never remember the words to anything. So...I managed to sing Micha rowed the boat ashore, Aleeluya etc. I learned that song off a "singing nuns" record that I had when I was about 11. (played on my little 78 mono record player).
Baby seemed to like it and fell asleep. I walked on, and at some point it needed changing and I did that but Mom was no longer in the picture and in the dream I was old as I am and couldn't nurse it. (Boy did I like the convenience and naturalness of nursing when I had children). I have many touching and also funny nursing stories. But I digress...
The baby didn't seem to need to eat (then anyway) and I carried on until I woke up and then wondered where it now was. I once had another baby dream and ended up with the baby and that was a very serious one. I won't get into it now but will if future events unpack that make it seem relevant. Suffice to say, I had the baby, it was fine and I was enjoying myself.
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Post by paulette on Oct 29, 2013 23:15:36 GMT -6
One more. After baby dream, in the last two days...I was in my old home in Port Aransas with my mother in a bedroom which, in the dream was mine. We were sleeping together - which I don't believe EVER HAPPENED. EVER. But in the dream we were almost asleep and then there was a sound in the other room, the light when off and on again and then some water was turned on. There was a weird here/now here/then aspect because I said, "Oh...I hear things all the time. No biggie."
But the sounds got louder and sounded like people and we made a break for the door and ran outside and hollered for help and then Mom faded out and I was on my bicycle pedaling as hard as I could to find somewhere where someone was awake and could help me. (We lived about three miles from the rest of town, and for a long time, noone lived near us.) Then suddenly we were back in my room. I said something like, "Ok...well that was a dream." My Mom just showed me what was in her hand - a chunk of mowed grass that I had picked up on my shoes in my flight, which was now with us back in the room.
There was crushing terror and that point. I could pretend nothing happened (and wanted to) but it was happening.
There were other "chapters" to this dream that reinforced terror. A blonde man brought me into a room with other people and apparently I was going to be raped or something bad. He was being very gentle and seemed relunctant to proceed. There was another man and a really scary woman who was yelling things like, "get on with it." She had white eyes and a horrible laugh. (no I do not watch zombie horror shows. Ever.)
At some point she said, "Well at least put some twinkles in." He then (somewhat gently) pushed something under my skin of my fingers. It didn't immediately hurt much but I knew it would fester. (Horror totally ramped here.)
I tried to solve the dream by returning to it and moving it forward to a way to get away. I settled on grizzy bears (now I'm obviously in Canada). I approached some grizzies who were feeding in a river and just sat down. The Others didn't seem to want to approach them. The bears moved purposefully with me in the center of the group through the woods (surrendering to being totally lost here - terror decreasing). They came out of the woods next to a little fishing warf and there was someone living on a boat there and I was able to walk up the wharf and get help. I felt like things were going to be OK, although I had a horror hangover from the rest of it. In writing about it I feel queasy, like I am trying to shocking to you my audience with a rape and torture dream. I don't feel good about it, let me say that.
A few things stand out. The house where I started the dream in - I tried to leave in the middle of the night once (and my Dad stopped me). It never occurred to me previously that I was fleeing the house, trying to get outside and get help. In the dream, I did get out and convinced myself I hadn't (except there was "evidence".)
In the dream I was calm about the sound of someone in the house - as I am now. Being calm was not a good idea in this dream!
I've never considered myself a bear person, much less a grizzy bear person, although I've seen documentaries where a man hangs out with grizzy bears and they're cool with that. I was happy to be helped for sure. They seemed to know what I needed. I came to Canada and "got help" by fishing with the man who I ended up having children with and being married to for almost 20 years. He did protect me, in some way by providing shelter (first, on his boat). The grizzy part I "made up" but while I was in a half-awake trancing state.
Anybody have anything to say, I'm open to hearing it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2013 2:26:04 GMT -6
I think you might be having the dream about the baby because you've been reading my facebook posts, but that's my selfish interpretation of the first dream... As for the other stuff... I have no idea...
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Post by skywalker on Oct 30, 2013 6:52:04 GMT -6
I'm still processing what you said earlier when you were talking about the Nazis. That is a fascinating post if for no other reason than because I'm fascinated with that time period. I meant to comment on it when I read it before but I forgot... ...and now I have to go to work. I'll get back to this later.
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Post by paulette on Nov 1, 2013 8:57:14 GMT -6
And another one - my sleeping mind is certainly cranking them out this week. I was back in Austin, Texas trying to re-enter school. It wasn't going well. I wasn't sure where the money was going to come from (true in real life). I was trying to rent a house and there were so few that I just took one that was available. It turned out to be on 77th street. (a long way from the University of my youth). I was partnered with a soccer player who, when he heard what I had done (rented a house unseeen,) was furious. (marriage is a lot like renting a house unseen. It's seldom like the pictures, and develops problems immediately that were in invisible on the day one signed the contract. And I think my husband is (deep down)furious - at me mostly.)
Anyway, at one point I was driving down the road - there was a barrier that indicated that my lane was closing and I couldn't get over so I clipped it. I thought I was Ok until I realized I was heading down the road (in the flow of traffic) in REVERSE. (THIS is the true meaning of the dream, I think. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm still working, but wonder how long I can do that. As in, competancy, keeping up with the computer programs required anew every 6 months, staying at the office I'm at (which is in financial difficulties).
The over-all feeling on awakening was being overwhelmed - I don't have the information I need to make good decisions. As in the dream, I'm doing what pops up, rather than feeling like I have a choice. The younger people around me are moving forward. I'm just moving - backwards, sideways, whereever the currant takes me. I feel powerless. I really have felt that way since I had children and realized that I did not have the skills to be paid well enough to live on my own and raise them. Life became a series of negotiated compromises that included staying in a dead marriage, finishing raising kids who now do not communicate with me, working LONG HOURS to survive (in a rental house) on my own and then marrying a kind but strange man who now seems to be indifferent about whether he remembers where his glasses are, where I'm going this weekend (to a writer's workshop)...I swear that he will probably wake up on Saturday and not know where I am. His vagueness (and comfort with it) alarm me. I don't know why he would be a soccer player (aren't dreaming minds inventive?) except that he has a weird arrogance - that he can drive as fast as he wants, with one hand, because he's a "good driver". Obviously we fight about this and other places of noncomprehension to me.
So I am overwhelmed by invisible forces. It's been a long time in the eye and eventually, if the hurracane doesn't break up, the cloud wall will be on me and I know it. I'm not going back to school (a way that I got out of my family home), it's a long long way back to my nonresponsible youth and short of dementia I won't be back. My husband now....maybe. And so it goes in my bedroom at 4 am.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2013 13:39:17 GMT -6
Sounds like you're really struggling, and I'm sorry to read that Paulette. ~hugz~
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Post by paulette on Nov 2, 2013 20:23:42 GMT -6
Thanks Lorelei - It's a quiet struggle that few would recognize. I even hide it from myself mostly. I care for Terry and mostly he cares for me BUT he has a road arrogance that makes me very uncomfortable as a passenger and which he feels totally justified in carrying on with. Going up behind a slow car in the fast lane and staying a foot off their bumper - even if its a new driver (definitely not a good idea IMO). he figures he has the right to punish them or force them over. Going faster and faster even when I beg him to slow down. He complies for a few miles and then the gauge creeps up and up. "I used to drive a lot faster than this," he says. As if that makes it OK. He doesn't want a woman (or maybe anyone) telling him what to do and even polite requests are interpreted this way. It would be easy to say, well, I just won't ride with him. I'll drive or I won't go. But that's hardly a good solution. I can't help but feel that ignoring one's partner's request about something is a bad sign. So it goes. Maybe he's the kind, reluctant torturer in my previous dream. My Dad used to torture my Mom (psychologically) with HIS DRIVING on family trips. She was phobic of heights - he pull right over to the crumbling edge and say - look at the great view of the rocks down there! She'd be freaking. Terry does the same thing only in addition he hangs himself over the crumbling edge - from a bush or on an undercut bit of rock. He thinks my reaction and concern for him and I is funny.
So I'm at a writing workshop tonight and about to go have my final session for the evening. We are writing about our childhoods and family's of origin. A lot of people have similar tales to tell!
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Post by skywalker on Nov 9, 2013 13:27:13 GMT -6
Sounds like your husband is confident in his abilities. I do the same type of things myself (not to deliberately antagonize people) but because I know what I am capable of doing. I've been a professional truck driver all my life as well as a race car driver so I know how to drive without having accidents. Some people would probably say that I drive like a maniac but I know what my limitations are and I always stay within my comfort level. I do the same thing when I'm rock climbing or hiking in the mountains. I often hang on to crumbling ledges and bushes and things that most sane people would not even consider hanging on to but once again it's because I know what I'm doing. I do get myself into boneheaded situations every now and then but it's never been anything I couldn't get myself out of. Of course I'm not married so I don't have people worrying about me like your husband does. If I were married and had people caring about me and depending on me would I continue doing the same things that I do now? Umm....
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Post by paulette on Nov 10, 2013 10:49:40 GMT -6
Thanks for your response Skywalker. I have to admit that my husband has not had any accidents of his own causing (even indirectly). I however am aware that aggressiveness (driving or otherwise) can call up craziness in other people. And that THEY may not be good drivers, or even mentally competent. I broke up a fight on the ferry a couple of weekends back - I didn't physically stop it (well - I stepped forward, held up both arms and said, "Stop" quietly but authoritatively and both people were knocked out of their escalation and it did stop.)
It started with a well-dressed woman wheeling her suitcase, deciding that she wanted people to move back so that she could be where she wanted to be (at the front of the passenger debarking line). We were all crowded up pretty close together, and for her to do what she did, we had to fall back. In executing her I-deserve-to-be-first maneuver, she rolled her suitcase over the toes of a man who had been standing quietly. He looked up, made eye contact and said, "F**k you lady!" Loudly.
Without appraising the situation, she IMMEDIATELY launched into a "What is WRONG WITH YOU?" tirade. He started swearing at her seriously at this point.
I got drawn in (willingly I guess) because I intuited that he might have mental health issues (that was his vibe) and that he might hurt her or maybe be dragged off as the bad guy. And she had RAN OVER HIS FOOT. Someone told her to be quiet, that the gentleman had mental health issues and she backed off grumbling.
Thing is, she basically created the whole event. When I stopped both of them - he saw that as fair I think. And he stopped. SHE DIDN'T STOP anytime soon enough. So really, thw issues were mostly her's. IMO.
People who are aggressive always (IMHO) believe that they are right, that there is no other way of looking at the situation, that they deserve whatever it is they want other people to do. That often calls up the worst....
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Post by skywalker on Nov 10, 2013 12:30:51 GMT -6
You can pretty much recognize an aggressive (or even lousy) driver by looking at them and seeing how the are behaving and how they are driving. I can see who the bad drivers are and I stay far away from them. Perhaps your husband can recognize when to back off also. Unless he is the one being aggressive. There is a big difference between driving aggressively (as in too fast or too close) and driving angry (as in yelling, cursing and trying to provoke the other person). If he is an angry driver then it will only be a matter of time before something bad happens.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 6:38:51 GMT -6
and, remember as a driver, that what is "comfortable" for you as the driver (sudden stops, lurchy turns, and race car starts) are NOT comfortable for your passenger. I'll admit it took me forever to understand this concept because I always drove. My dad drives like a maniac (also), and sees no problem with whatever his passengers say, until I drive him somewhere, and then he just can't stand my driving. . . . so, I finally changed. I don't like to generalize, especially in the direction of stereotyping, but. . . . How many places can a man be aggressive these days? (I don't mean obnoxious). Us women can fight over a piece of choice lamb at the meat counter, or grab for the last pair of stilletttos on clearance, SIGH. Did I just say that?
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Post by paulette on Nov 14, 2013 10:23:32 GMT -6
Thanks folks especially (at this part of my rambling post) skywalker and jcurio. And now I'll ramble some more. I recently saw a documentary that talked about domestication of animals. The underlying theory was that the milder less aggressive (and less able to survive in a pack) wolves chose US. Then we continued to chose for the least aggressive ones. There were many many examples of animals that had been bred to both be aggressive and nonaggressive. Nonaggressive generations of foxes who now liked being handled, now WAGGED THEIR TAILS and also BARKED. Wild foxes don' do any of these things. And then two groups of rats - 65 generations and the non-aggressive rats were cuddlers (even the first time they were handled) and their counterparts were so vicious that the experimenters wore chain mail gloves and still got severely bitten. As in, the rat would grab the gloved hand, SCREAMING and knawing, and not letting go.
Most of our domestic animals also show traits of not maturing - in that they retain their dish-faced young animal look (there were a lot of comparisions of skulls of boars and pigs)and dogs. Young animals are often curious but lose this early on. Our cats and dogs never do...
So now to humans. They compared chimpanzees (very aggressive in the wild to each other) and bonobos (a smaller chimp like animal that makes sex not war.) In experiments, they offered food to one in a cage with another bonobo in an adjoining cage that the one KNEW HOW TO OPEN. The bonobo ALWAYS opened the cage for the other bonobo and shared the food. It's what they do. The chimpanzees NEVER did.
It was offered as a theory that we are self-domesticated. Maybe. This being TEOR, I propose that the aliens domesticated us, selecting for the more obediant workers. Various branches of humans are more aggressive than others - it perhaps not being selected for after the dissemination of humanity to all parts of the globe.
So now - where can people be aggressive? Well, vicariously while watching blood sports like boxing, hockey, most football (hit 'em in the injured knee). In participating in sports. When I surfed there was always a guy or two who dropped in (sometimes over the top of me) although it was my "turn" to go. They just didn't want to play nice and didn't. I always pulled out or moved away because I knew that game risked a gashed surfboard (from the other's skeg) or a gashed body. They just didn't care. Driving suffices for most who no longer (or even) played sports at this level. There are VERY AGGRESSIVE women drivers too. But more so men. It's like they are still driving their chariots to the finish line. Everytime they go out for milk.
My husband is aggressive (at times) and like most aggressive people doesn't own it. "I just did that because that driver did...". I've had a friend as a passenger who said they would never ride with him again. There is a spectrum here, because I rode while HER HUSBAND drove and he dwaddled through lights, waited an EXTRAORDINARY time before turning, etc. HE ACTUALLY IS PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE in a lot of his behaviors. I have a bit of the alpha driver syndrome myself. But my rule is NOT TO PUSH INCOMPETANT DRIVERS. Because I don't want to be mangled. Its not about being nice particularly.
Women IMO are often sneakily aggressive - the woman on the ferry in my example above would doubtlessly have said, "I don't know what was WRONG with him! All I did was bump him." In truth she was trying to physically force him back and he got the message. We all did, but he perhaps had poorer impulse control over his mouth. I know that I watched her and thought (even before the swearing started), "What a f**king B**ch."
Who knew the suitcases could be weapons of aggression?
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Post by paulette on Nov 24, 2013 13:53:19 GMT -6
I was relating my recent (this morning's) dream to my husband and he said, "You know, you have VERY WEIRD dreams. I never dream about any of the stuff you do."
Got me thinking: So here's a little informal dream survey on TEOR:
Do you dream about being killed?
If you do, is it emotionally charged? For example, can you recall shock or pain when you wake up?
Do you dream about complex tests that you aren't sure what the question is, or how you are supposed to know what is being asked or even, where the testing is supposed to take place?
Are there alien or strange beings in your dreams?
Disasters - volcanoes erupting, tidal waves or high tides, nuclear events unfolding?
Well...answer any you like. Webmaster, maybe move this to a new thread - dream commonalities - if you would because it isn't just about me. But for what its worth. I dream about these things ALL THE TIME.
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Post by skywalker on Nov 24, 2013 15:00:19 GMT -6
Perhaps it might be interesting for somebody to create a dream survey kind of like the abduction survey we have somewhere on here.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 15:04:14 GMT -6
Reminds me of the time a fight almost broke out in a liquor store I worked at Paulette. A man jumped in front of a big long line of people on a Friday night and the man who was next in line shouted, "Hey *ick wad the line's over here!"
His response? He whirled around and said, "My name is NOT *ick wad!"
I politely told him, "Sir, the line is back there," and pointed. He retreated to the end of the line with a glower. I was afraid a fist fight was going to break out in front of me... ~sigh~
From my experience it's usually men who do that sort of thing- but occasionally a woman will do it to. I had a man scream at me the other day when I was at work because I didn't see him throw a $50 bill on the counter because I have no peripheral vision in my left eye due to physical problems related to the eye surgery I had when I was 3. Thankfully one of my regular customers was in line and yelled back at him and told him not to talk to me that way.
Sometimes I just want to give those people a piece of my mind but I'm not allowed to in the name of "good customer service". I'm just supposed to stand there and let them verbally abuse me until they give me their money and leave. All my company cares about is their bottom line- nothing else.
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Post by skywalker on Nov 28, 2013 23:46:31 GMT -6
I was relating my recent (this morning's) dream to my husband and he said, "You know, you have VERY WEIRD dreams. I never dream about any of the stuff you do." Got me thinking: So here's a little informal dream survey on TEOR: Do you dream about being killed? If you do, is it emotionally charged? For example, can you recall shock or pain when you wake up? Do you dream about complex tests that you aren't sure what the question is, or how you are supposed to know what is being asked or even, where the testing is supposed to take place? Are there alien or strange beings in your dreams? Disasters - volcanoes erupting, tidal waves or high tides, nuclear events unfolding? Well...answer any you like. Webmaster, maybe move this to a new thread - dream commonalities - if you would because it isn't just about me. But for what its worth. I dream about these things ALL THE TIME. I'm going to start a new thread with a dream survey on it like what Paulette suggested. I just need to think of a few more questions to ask. I should have it up in a few days.
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Post by paulette on Dec 2, 2013 11:52:44 GMT -6
For those of you that don't tajk to me on FB, I fell on Wed. morning and severely broke my wrist and also did something to my left rib. Typing with one hand then...this AM I dreamed that I was in University but wasn't studying or going to mt classes. I realized that I didn't care if I finished or not - that I was 65 and didn't have long anyway. This was a new dream event - being aware of my true age. I am quite worn down by the pain I am in....
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Post by skywalker on Dec 2, 2013 12:19:43 GMT -6
Perhaps the pain and the realization that you can be hurt had an effect on your dream. Maybe you are feeling vulnerable because of the accident. Subconscious minds pick up on stuff like that.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2013 13:13:33 GMT -6
Wow. Sorry about your fall! Hope you're out of pain soon!
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Post by paulette on Dec 2, 2013 18:09:00 GMT -6
Thanks everyone!
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Post by paulette on Mar 2, 2014 14:08:10 GMT -6
And finally - another dream.
First off I reread a few of my early on dreams that I posted here and note that my recent one is much like the market or bissar (what IS that word?)in foreign country. [added later: bizzare. A dream pun?] In my dream I went to what I thought was the equivilant of a China town - a small enclave population that maintains its shops and markets and is a tourist destination as well as a shopping place for the metro Chinese. I was briefly in one last weekend (China town). Anyway...
In the dream, I was with my younger children at times and a man who was at first my ex husband (father of said children), and later my current one. He (both he's) didn't want to be where we were (And Terry did not want to be in China town at all last weekend). But I was organizing - we parked and started to walk and I wanted to buy the kids a frozen treat - A Paletta (popsicle) or liquado (shaved ice with syrup). None were immediately evident and I plunged into a tighter all the time market place with dead end streets and no visibility. At some point (after happily shopping) I realized I had no idea where they were, where I was, where the car was. And it was sundown.
The area had grown and grown into something like a tightly massed city - Morocco or Cairo. It wasn't Mexican anymore. People were polite but had no idea where I needed or wanted to go and shrugged when asked directions. Night fell. I had a blanket somehow and my purse. I wasn't terrified - no one seemed to be interested in me, but I was tired and hopelessly lost. Business went on as usual in some of the shops. I laid down in an unoccupied shop but was chased out by the returning owner. I tried to call on my cell phone but AS USUAL IN REAL LIFE I couldn't remember his number. [That was the first thing I asked him when I woke up!]
At the conclusion of the dream, looking in all directions and seeing city, I concluded that I was no longer in Kansas (or anywhere else recognizable). Maybe not Earth. Or "my" Earth. The rescuing man was not going to be able to find me, even if he was looking. They were "elsewhere". Or I was. Possey's portal??
I had a somewhat similar waking experience while in Calgary about 5 years ago. My husband and I drove to Calgary and made arrangements to meet my daughter after her work. She directed us to a very large horrible housing project - all the houses looked EXACTLY the same, the layout was road that turned to cul-de-sac, little boring park with plastic slide etc, all roads began with M I believe. Over and over and all of them the wrong one for hours. I literally looked in the garbage of the house she had sent me to (her directions weren't perfect) and noted pizza boxes and cigarette butts - seemed right. The neighbors I had already quizzed AND THEY DID NOT KNOW WHO THEY LIVED NEXT TO. We kept calling her and she kept saying she was delayed. Finally she said, "Get a motel!" (there was no hidden key option - she shared the house with its owner.)
So we started asking the people we could find still working and awake WHERE were there motels? I went into a Tim Hortons and a gas station and in both cases spoke with a new (immigrant) Canada and THEY HAD NO IDEA. They only knew how to get to and from home to work. We ended up driving to a smaller city 80 miles away - Okatoks. The person who checked us in to the one all- night motel had just moved from about 20 miles from where we live. It was my birthday and the whole event was bizzare and frustrating and sad and only later - relief that I don't live like that.
I actually talked to Terry/husband about this dream and its similarity to our Calgary experience and he said, "Most people don't know where they are, or how to get out - and they don't care." They can't help you.
I found that appropriate but I do feel "lost" and I do know that telling people that doesn't work. My husband says, "Well you're here with me and that's enough." And my friends manuever the conversation so that my story teller comic comes out. Because being lost is NOT OK. It might be contageous.
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Post by paulette on Mar 4, 2014 12:17:50 GMT -6
Dreaming the next day (2 mornings ago). I was given a small flying device that skimmed well, but I wasn't sure how high it could go. At first I flew with someone and it was fun and when we landed on a big field he said, "Take it up, have fun."
So I went up into the sky and soon realized that the powerlines were a huge problem. I could not get higher because there were wires between me and the open sky. And worse, I or my craft were attracted to them like magnetism. Once close, they drew me closer and I knew it was very dangerous/deadly to touch one. There was this DRAWING and HUMMING. I flew just above traffic, under the the wires - which morphed into a huge system like one finds under the powerlines that march along on our island with periodic "stations" with high fences with skull and crossbones on them.(I know little about electricity).
I wanted to get up and out of the way of these wires (but was also dimly aware that I would have to get down through them again.)
The dream "hummed" with imminent danger in spite of my low flying mobility.
I have dreamed of power lines before - their attraction and danger. In these dreams I was levitating without a device. In one of the dreams I saw the top of the roof of my childhood motel/home and particularly where the power lines came down and entered the building above my room. I am clear that I NEVER was on the roof for any reason. My father would have punished me had I been able to (which I couldn't without a ladder).
So years later - still struggling against power lines and their attraction.
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Post by Morgan Sierra on Mar 4, 2014 12:37:06 GMT -6
Drawing and humming. That sounds like something I'm familiar with...like when I got zapped by that beam of light that "drew" me up into the air while an electronic "humming" vibrating sound was coming from outside my window. The sound I heard reminded me of an electrical transformer.
I think the connection to the ETs is pretty obvious in those powerline dreams. The skull and crossbones representing danger is very fitting also since those little space pirates can be pretty dangerous. I wonder why you dream about powerlines though? Were you warned not to go near them when you were a child or is it just obvious that they are dangerous?
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Post by paulette on Mar 15, 2014 11:27:44 GMT -6
I had another dream. But first to answer Morgan's question above. I feel like the electrical field could pull me in and obviously if I touched two wires I would be fried. I drift towards them when levitating. I also noticed when I first practiced meditation regularly, that I was aware of the electrical plugs and flow of electricity in the room. It manifested as a dull but audible hum.
Now to my dream this morning. We were driving on a logging road/overgrown road and came across a town. It was almost totally overgrown with forest - trees were sprouting in the parking lots. But people lived there. We stopped at a small mall - the original signs now covered with more makeshift plywood or wood signs painted bright colors. It was obvious that it was being used so we went in.
In one part of the dream, people had items on the table to sell or trade. (I have dreamed what I assume are post-apocalypse dreams of similar trading areas). Amoung various things were some pale blue crystals that looked like aquamarine. I laid some aside to buy or bargain for. In a later part of the dream, we all went out to a warehouse full of clothing - mostly acrylic and synthetic high fashion stuff that had obviously been pawed through and was in heaps on the floor. I tried on a translucent purple shirt and we all laughed - it was so USELESS.
In second dream (after the leg cramp flung me out of the bed) I was levitating and having fun and then realized that there was a tiger in the yard. Since I couldn't stay very high very long, it was bounding after me trying to claw me out of the air. Really believably terrifying! I got to the top of a scaffolding - but it bounded up too and I had to launch again. I felt that it knew it was tiring me out and would eventually catch me (more terror). But later I saw it sitting peacefully next to my son - who was a boy in the dream. I experienced total confusion, since it appeared it was not harming him but had wanted to nail me (literally). Or I THOUGHT that's what it wanted.
A point of detail. The yard was our old house where my son and daughter experienced events that might have been related to UFO things. They had their two invisible friends there Filim (or Philim) and Gibb. Gibb was a dog but they could not say what Filim was except that he was around a lot. My son had had a waking dream/not a dream? in which the bed he was in was surrounded by big black crows with big black eyes.
That's what's cooking in my brain!
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Post by paulette on Mar 25, 2014 16:18:38 GMT -6
Another Tiger Dream this mornng! (I don't even particularly LIKE tigers)
I was somewhere on the plains in a car and all of sudden there were two tornadoes down and weaving towards us. I stood there watching for a moment and saw everyone running towards a steel building and did likewise.
It was like an empty warehouse or storeroom. Shelves with not much on them, metal surfaces. I squeezed into a small space under some girding - wondering if a steel roof would just fall in and crush us all. Later it seemed that I was in the shell/body of a VW beetle - no windows, no seats, but metal overhead. The tornado when right over the building and suddenly I could up (no roof) and to the side (no wall) and there didn't seem to be any people around anymore. But as I looked out, a GIANT TIGER's eye was looking in at me intently. I figured I was dead at that point. Building gone, tornado still doing its things, sky tiger...!
It had blue eyes. Must look to see what tigers eyes really look like. [just did - strange yellow to green to blue eyes. Not golden nor brown.]
The alarm woke me up - I was feeling full of adrenalin and weird. Glad to be awake (here).
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Post by skywalker on Mar 26, 2014 12:15:23 GMT -6
Later it seemed that I was in the shell/body of a VW beetle - no windows, no seats, but metal overhead. I recently had a dream where I was inside the shell of a volkswagon beetle also. I can't remember what the dream was about though. I'm sure it wasn't tigers. Interesting that you are dreaming about tigers and giant eyes all of a sudden.
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Post by paulette on Mar 26, 2014 16:36:58 GMT -6
That's too weird skywalker! I mean, there are common dream images and then there are - stripped out VW Beetle bodies. I never even owned a Beetle. I never took a trip in one (might have briefly been in one sometime or other).
The eye of the tornado - the eye of the tiger. Both hypnotic and dangerous. I dream about tornadoes A LOT. Never been in one.
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Post by skywalker on Mar 26, 2014 20:12:53 GMT -6
I've had a few dreams about tornadoes but those aren't what I would call nightmares. In my tornado dreams everybody else is afraid and I'm always trying to take pictures of them. That's pretty much what I would do in real life I guess. I've just never been afraid of tornadoes. I've almost been sucked up by a few of them but it hasn't happened yet. Haven't gotten any good pictures yet either. As far as the stripped down VW Beetle goes, for me it would make sense because I grew up living in a junkyard and there were always old cars lying around. Old cars figure into my dreams pretty often. I don't see why you would be dreaming about them though. Maybe a flashback to your "hippie" days?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 1:34:07 GMT -6
I used to dream about tornadoes too Paulette- I haven't had that type of dream in years though.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 19:47:44 GMT -6
I never do dream of anything threatening or do I ever have a nightmare. I can recall 1 in my life when I was 5 and I was in a tub surrounded by snakes. That snicks at me a little because it's about the time I encountered the first one. I very occasionally have a dream I remember...more recently for some reason..but they're mostly the cheesy dream duh variety. I am a little disappointed I haven't had any of the wake/asleep dreams lately. The lovely crystal/gold/silver building was the last. The funniest part of it is that I have lived my life constantly afraid of something...not being able to feed/clothe/house my children...not being able to pay a bill on time...offending my clients..you'd think I'd have nightmares galore..but nope. Part of my protection umbrella maybe. I do know...that there seem to be some rules..for psychic's. If I'm reading for someone...information is 'fed' ..just fills my noggin. Absolute blank if I try to force anything. I can only read for myself in increments less than a week. Never a long range reading. I'm guessing that the dream thing is somehow connected to the funky way my 'gift' works. When I think of the tornadoes..I think not danger or hypnotic..but confusion..being whirled away from being grounded. Loosing footing. Mentally swept away.. You have always stuck me as so 'earthy' Paulette..practical on the surface because you need to be..but with a bit of a double life thing going on inside. Curious...hungry to know things..and I gather you really hate being out of control...most of us here don't do that well. This place has some of the most interesting characters I've ever run into...and it usually all works very well.
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