E.l.e.c.t.r.i.c D.r.e.a.m.s Subscribe: electric-dreams-subscribe@yahoogroups.com Unsubscribe: electric-dreams-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Subscribe Online: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/electric-dreams o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o E.l.e.c.t.r.i.c D.r.e.a.m.s Volume #12 Issue #11 November 2005 ISSN# 1089 4284 o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o http://www.dreamgate.com/electric-dreams o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o Download a cover for this issue: http://tinyurl.com/a3beb o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o C O N T E N T S ++ Editor's Notes Richard Wilkerson ++ Global Dreaming News Harry Bosma ++ Column: An Excerpt From the Lucid Dream Exchange Lucid Dreaming And Parallel Universes: An Interview with Fred Alan Wolf by Lucy Gillis ++ Column: The View From the Bridge Awakening To the World Olivia Strand ++ Article: Programming A Positive Dream Linda Lane Magallón ++ DREAM SECTION: Special Selection of Computer Dreams XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX D E A D L I N E : November 19st deadline for December 2005 submissions XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Post Dreams and Comments on Dreams to: http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/temple Send news, events, workshops, conferences& reviews to Harry Bosma Send Articles, news and other items to: Richard Wilkerson: o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o Editor's Notes o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o Welcome to the November 2005 issue of Electric Dreams, your portal to dreams and dreamwork online. If you are new to dreams and dreamwork, there are a few e-lists where Electric Dreams people seems to congregate that might interest you. One is dreamchatters@yahoogroups.com Subscribe by going here and registering http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dreamchatters/ .. and another is the IASD bulletin board hosted by Ed Kellogg, Ph.D. Please, no dreams interpreted here, just discussion of dreaming and dreamwork topics. http://www.asdreams.org/subidxdiscussionsbboard.htm I'm a little late in putting up all the new dream links, which is an annual tradition that I usually do on Halloween. Hopefully those will be up in a month or two. Keep sending in updates on your dream sites to the Global Dreaming News, let's keep the dream link community alive. This month in Electric Dreams: Editor and dreamer extraordinaire Lucy Gillis, offer ED readers an excerpt from her Lucid Dream Exchange. This month she interviews the author of The Dreaming Universe, Fred Alan Wolf. Wolf is a physicist, lecturer and one of the 'stars' of the quantum possibilities movie, What the Bleep do We Know? Be sure to read "Lucid Dreaming and Parallel Universes." Linda Magallón, author of Mutual Dreaming, notes that we often over-work our dreams, not just with dreamwork, but during the night itself, making them process and go over and over stuff that occurs during waking. How about giving your dream-maker a break and letting your dream go on vacation? "Learn how in Programming A Positive Dream." "What can one do when need all over the world feels so overwhelming, and our efforts and donations seem little more than drops of water rapidly evaporating into the air?" Join the World Dreams Peace Bridge! This month you will get the View from Olivia Strand, and her how Jean Campbell and many other world class dreamers are changing the world. Be sure to catch up on all the latest projects of peace and connection to people around the world. The Dream Section Editor is on vacation this month. In place of the Dreams Section, I'm including part 1 of a collection of computer dreams from "Gem". Gem's dreams start in about 2000 when she got a job involving computer work. What is interesting is that prior to this job, she knew little about them. Prior to that I knew very little about computers and spent very little time on them. Thanks to Janet Garrett , ED articles from past issues are online in an easy-to-access format. These articles contain a wide range of information for dreamers and dreamworkers. You can see her work progress and view hundreds of article on dreams at: http://www.improverse.com/ed-articles/index.htm Harry Bosma searches around the world for news on dreams and dreaming, which you can read about in the Global Dreaming News. If you have any dream news, conferences, books, workshops, and especially any online meetings or events, be sure to send that information to Harry by the 15th of each month at ed-news@alquinte.com More on the Cover Artist: Hugh Duncan, below. http://tinyurl.com/a3beb Be sure to read all of these dreams and more. If you want to send in dreams, please enter them at http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/temple or join the dream flow at dreamflow@yahoogroups.com (dreamflow-subscribe@yahoogroups.com) -------------------- For those of you who are new to dreamwork, be sure to stop by one of the many resources: http://dreamgate.com/electric-dreams http://dreamgate.com/dream/library http://dreamunit.net/news-en/ http://www.dreamtree.com Electric Dreams in PDF: (thanks to Nick Cumbo) http://electric.dreamofpeace.net/ -------------------- From Planet Dream, -Richard Wilkerson o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o G L O B A L D R E A M I N G N E W S November 2005 o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o If you have news you'd like to share, simply email Harry Bosma at his special ed- news@alquinte.com address. Apologies if I forgot something this month. Due to computer problems I lost a few days of my email. Online: - Brilliant Dreams dream pills - Dream Visions: interpretation services - Announcing DrMarciaEmery.com Physical world: - Bay area: combined Jungian / body based - New York City: Montague Ullman - Berkeley: Tibetan dream yoga by Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche - South Carolina: DreamsWork Certification program Books, movies, research: - Dream Decoders tv show Recurring events: - Ritual DaFuMu for Peace - Auction at Dreambay.org * * * ONLINE * * * --- - Brilliant Dreams dream pills --- Three thousand years ago, in Homer's epic poem Odyssey, the gods gave Ulysses an herb that restored memory to his crew and made him immune to the forgetfulness poisons of the witch Circe. In 2001, the FDA approved a drug based on that very same herb to treat memory loss and having the remarkable effect of enhancing dream vividness. Now, Brilliant Dreams is pleased to bring you this dream boosting extract as a supplement to enhance your dreams and improve dream recall What is this profound, FDA approved natural extract? Galanthamine from the spider lily & snowdrop plants. The mythical god that gave Ulysses this herb? Mercury, also known as the Bringer of Dreams. Visit Brilliant Dreams to learn more. Rick Hargett President - Brilliant Dreams www.brilliantdreams.com --- - Dream Visions: interpretation services --- www.MyDreamVisions.com is a culmination of many years of studying dreams and their rich benefits in personal and spiritual development. Dreams are loaded with important - sometimes critical - messages that are often misunderstood or simply ignored. I have created www.MyDreamVisions.com as a roadmap to understanding dreams and using them for personal and spiritual development, and life improvement. The site includes dream interpretation resources for improving dream intuition and recall, a dream dictionary, step-by-step interpretation instructions, sample dream interpretations, a dream directory, and a marketplace with helpful dream-related products. I also offer dream interpretation services (starting at $6) using spiritual psychology and intuitive methods. All the best to you, Nancy Wagaman, M.A. Dream Visions Dream Interpretation Services www.MyDreamVisions.com --- - Announcing DrMarciaEmery.com --- Announcing my new website - www.drmarciaemery.com . You can learn more about how to cultivate your intuition as well as engage in dreamwork and sign up for my free monthly newsletter. I welcome comments through the website. Marcia Emery, Ph.D. Intuition: Counseling, Coaching, Speaking Author of PowerHunch!, The Intuitive Healer and Intuition Workbook * * * PHYSICAL WORLD * * * --- - Bay area: combined Jungian / body based seminars --- Rana Halprin is offering new seminars for therapists, interns, students and the general public. Her orientation unites a Jungian orientation with the internationally known body based Halprin Life Art/Method. In an increasingly wounded world, these groups are aimed to embody our own Sacred Ground & the language of body Wisdom, Dreams, and Creativity. A focus is to restore vitality, and free our self expression. Art works as a spontaneous yearning for restoration and belonging. It bonds us as a universal dialog: it is nature's way of healing depression, anxiety, and trauma. Thursdays beginning October 6 7-9pm San Francisco Studio (401 Alabama st between 17th & Mariposa) $35 per class, CEU's available for interns 415-721-5374 rana@infoasis.com --- - New York City: Montague Ullman --- Dreaming as a Natural Healing System Montague Ullman, M.D., is one of the best-known names in the field of dreamwork. For three decades, Dr. Ullman has devoted himself to extending dreamwork beyond the consulting room, out into the community, where ordinary people can help each other understand their dreams. Thursday, November 10, 2005 6:30 refreshments, 7 p.m. program The Community Church (downstairs meeting room) 40 East 35th Street (between Madison and Park avenues), Manhattan $25 suggested admission, pre-registration encouraged phone (212) 741-2207 Co-sponsored by: » Friends of the Institute for Noetic Sciences (fions.org) » The International Association for the Study of Dreams (ASDreams.org) More information at http://asdreams.org/2005ullman/ --- - South Carolina: DreamsWork Certification program --- Institute for Dream Studies - A dynamic DreamsWork Certification program led by Justina Lasley, M.A. based in Charleston SC with at-distance learning. Classes begin in January 2006. Deadline for registration is November 14th. Visit www.Dreamswork.us for information. --- - Berkeley: Tibetan dream yoga by Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche --- Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche will be teaching on Tibetan dream yoga in Berkeley, December 2, 3, and 4, 2005. >From the brochure: "quintessential aspects of dream yoga, a simplified form of practice, and the relationship of dream yoga to death. Rinpoche will give instructions on how to prepare for sleep, how to enter and connect to the dream world, how to cultivate lucid dreaming, and how to utilize the lucid state for one's personal and spiritual transformation in the dream itself." The cost is $160. ($20 if attending Friday evening only). For further information, laurashek96@sbcglobal.net or 510 849-2373 I have attended his workshops before and they are quite interesting. Judy Tart * * * BOOKS, MOVIES, RESEARCH * * * --- - Dream Decoders tv show --- The show we have all been dreaming about - DREAM DECODERS - will air at 8pm on the Discovery Health Network on November 1, 8 and 15 . In this enlightening three-part series, three of the world's top dream analysts who are our "Dream Decoders" - Dr. Marcia Emery, Dr. Alan Siegel and Dr. Veronica Tonay - help participants and viewers understand the messages of their dreams to foster greater emotional and psychological health. DREAM DECODERS promises to be one of the most controversial, entertaining, and enlightening hours of television that our waking minds could experience.leaving us with something stimulating to think, and dream about. If you have questions or comments about the show, please email Discovery Health Channel's viewer relations department at viewer_relations@discovery.com . Marcia Emery, Ph.D. Intuition: Counseling, Coaching, Speaking Author of PowerHunch!, The Intuitive Healer and Intuition Workbook * * * RECURRING EVENTS * * * --- - Ritual DaFuMu for Peace --- The World Dreams Peace Bridge, on the 15th of each month, is holding a monthly DaFuMu (a collective dream of good fortune: http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/dafumu.htm) to support peace. In joining a DaFuMu each month we will be seeking the mandala of peace within the universal mind: learning what it is to be peaceful at a personal level, how to act in a peaceful manner within the world, and accessing and supporting the general mandala of peace available to all people. So, please join in on the 15th of each month. Before sleeping set your intention to dream towards the mandala of peace. If you feel that your dream has touched upon a symbol that can be used within the mandala of peace we are creating, or on a particular relation of peace, please let us know. Just send your comment, picture or dream to http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/dafumumonthly.htm. To join the World Dreams Peace Bridge discussion group, just send an e-mail to worlddreams-subscribe@yahoogroups.com . --- - Auction at dreambay.org --- The IASD online auction has its own website - Dreambay.org! Every month it has new items to bid on, and opportunities to donate your books, services etc to support the IASD! http://Dreambay.org If you have any questions or would like to donate an item to the auction, you may contact Kat Peters-Midland at IASDauction@comcast.net . If you have news you'd like to share, simply email Harry Bosma at his special ed- news@alquinte.com address. -------- end news o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o NOT BUDDHA’S BRIDE Cover Artist: Hugh Duncan http://tinyurl.com/a3beb o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o I am 58 years old, married for 34 years to an amazing and amazingly tolerant woman. We live in a 117 year old, converted apple storage barn among the Elk Mountains in Buncombe Co., North Carolina. I have been a Vajrayanna Buddhist since 1994 and a student of Shamanism since 1996 or 1997. In July 1997 during a Shamanic journey I spontaneously re-entered the oldest dream I can remember. Feeling this to be a clear sign from the spirits I started keeping a journal and paying attention to my dreams. A year later we got our first computer and I started making digital collages. On 10/02/05 I incubated a dream seeking inspiration for a picture for Electric Dreams. This is what came forth ... NOT BUDDHA’S BRIDE My wife tells me that L. S. sometimes signs her letters, “Princess Buddha” because L.S. thinks she is “married to the Buddha”. I say there is no point in my explaining the meaning of the phrase to L. S. because “she’d just think I meant something physical”. My wife responds, “That’s our girl!” For me getting from the dream to the finished image is largely an intuitive process. In this case I found an old photograph of a child looking very stiff. formal and apprehensive, as though she were involved in a ceremony which she did not fully understand. I felt this reflected the confusion and angst of a woman who thinks that she could be "married to the Buddha". I rendered the child's head as a Double Dorge and the background just exploded from that image, perhaps provoked by the Dorge/lightening association. o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o An Excerpt From The Lucid Dream Exchange By Lucy Gillis o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o Lucid Dreaming And Parallel Universes: An Interview with Fred Alan Wolf by Lucy Gillis Responses (C) Fred Alan Wolf, 2005 Physicist, lecturer, author, and "What the Bleep" celebrity, Fred Alan Wolf is also a long time lucid dreamer. He kindly agreed to speak with me in July 2005 about his lucid dreams and his theories about lucid dreaming and parallel universes: "It happens from time to time, usually when I'm not expecting it, often after a sleepless period of tossing and turning. The first time it happened was in the fall of 1973. I was a visiting professor at Birkbeck College at the University of London. I had retired about 10:00 p.m. after returning from my office at Birkbeck. At 2:00 a.m. I was awake, my mind was filled with physics equations -- something to do with parallel universes, other worlds nearly exactly like our own, but somehow different. "Quantum mechanics opens the door to such ideas, and I had been fortunate enough to be at Birkbeck where John Hasted and David Bohm were cochairing the physics department. Hasted was beginning to investigate parallel universe theory to explain some weird paranormal effects that he'd observed in his lab. Bohm had been working since the early fifties at the roots of quantum physics, like a patient gardener. Both men must have had their influence on me that night. "I went to the dining table in my apartment so that I wouldn't disturb my sleeping housemate, Nancy. After feverishly writing down a series of seemingly indecipherable hieroglyphics on my paper pad I felt a deep sense of satisfaction and grew drowsy. I went immediately to bed and fell asleep. "Now when I say I "fell asleep," I mean more than you may think. I felt myself falling down a deep and dark well or tunnel. Yet every so often I would stop falling and find myself involved in a scene, as if I were an actor suddenly appearing on a stage. These scenes just appeared and I was enmeshed in them. I was not just an observer I was actually "there." Quickly the scene would change and I would find myself in yet another scene, entirely different from the one I had just left. These scene changes happen so rapidly that I felt I was descending from one layer of the universe to another, slipping through time and space just as a small pebble slips through the woven mesh of a fabric. As I descended I became more and more aware that I was dreaming. It was dawning on me that I was both snuggled cozily in bed and slipping through space-time in a dream of uncanny proportions. It was as if my awareness were split in two. To my great surprise I was conscious that I was asleep. What a contradiction! How can you be asleep and conscious at the same time? "Next I found myself awakening, but I was shocked to discover that I had not actually awakened at all: I was dreaming that I was awakening and I knew it! No sooner had I realized that I was still dreaming than I would awaken once more from the dream to dream that I was awakening once again. It was like ascending through a set of Chinese boxes: as soon as I was out of one box I found that I was inside another, still larger box. I soon realized that I was in control of my dream. I could awaken for real or I could descend to any universe layer I wished and experience my dream consciously. I then decided to explore and instantly found myself in the strangest room that I had ever been in. "The room was shaped like a large cylinder and appeared to have a dirt floor. When I looked up, I saw a clear blue sky shining through what seemed to be an open roof. I found myself standing next to the room's outer wall and began to feel its texture. I was amazed to notice that I could feel the wall and that it felt neither cold nor warm to my touch but instead had a somewhat rough texture, like coarse woven fabric or basket weave. Then something quite strange happened to me. "I noticed that I was rising or floating upward in the room and immediately felt a sense of panic. This anxiety halted my rise and I descended to the floor once more. I "remembered" myself sleeping comfortably back in my earthly abode and breathed a sigh of relief. With my relaxing I immediately began to rise again toward the open roof. Again I felt fear and began to descend. With this new knowledge I experimented with rising and sinking and noticed that all I had to do to descend was feel fear. To rise all I had to do was relax. I was just getting used to my new environment and had ascended fairly close to the blue skylight when I sensed the presence of another person in the room. "Looking down I saw below me the "caretaker," a kindly but blurry-looking old fellow. My vision, I discovered, was as nearsighted as it was normally on earth. The "caretaker" announced himself to me and jovially said, "Hello. You must be new here. Come on down and I'll show you around." "Now, when I say he announced himself to me, I don't mean that he spoke. I just heard him in my mind. I couldn't describe his voice. I wasn't even sure if he was a "he." It was a kind of instant thought communication. I thought and he heard my thought. He thought and I heard his communication. I heard no sound, but I sensed his words as clearly as if he had actually spoken. And he sensed my words in the same apparent manner. "Next we walked side by side out of the room through a nondescript doorway. I found myself walking with him silently and had the feeling that I was in a quiet, beautiful countryside of rolling hills. This is how the surrounding scenery appeared to me. I say I "felt" this was the case because my feelings and my visual sensing of the surroundings were somehow the same. What I felt matched what I saw and vice versa. This is difficult to describe in words. "We continue to walk around and I sensed a great relaxation and peace. The sky was blue and cloudless. There was no sun anywhere. The grass was greener than any grass I had ever seen. I soon noticed that there was a low brick wall, perhaps three feet high, weaving through the hills and greenery. Soon I "heard" voices and saw a large group of people just ahead of us. I realized that the silent "caretaker" was leading me to the people who were sitting comfortably on the low wall and the grassy areas it enclosed. "My entrance into the group stirred no response. I was just another person there. I felt as if I had come to a picnic and yet I noticed that there was no food in sight. And still no one was paying me the slightest bit of attention. "I then began to look around at the faces of my new associates. I must point out how unusual all this was to me, because at any moment I could "remember" myself sleeping in bed at home in Shepherds Bush, London W.6. "I" was where "I" was and "I" was home at the same time. This experience of remembering was exactly the same as when you think back to a past experience, the only difference being that in waking consciousness you can't "return" to your memory. In my altered, or lucid, dream state I not only remembered my sleeping self, I knew I could return anytime I wished to. "The reason I was thinking about going home was the bizarre physiognomy I was suddenly gifted with. I merely had to look at the face, any face, and I "saw." More than seeing, I knew. The facts of the personality were an open book to me. I merely looked at a face and it would undergo a series of transformations, each change revealing a new fact. I couldn't look too closely because, frankly, I was frightened by what I saw. On every face was great sadness and pain. The faces were normal when looked at quickly, but when examined for any length of time they became grotesque masks with great striations of contorted pain lines, hideous peelings of unfolding skin layers, and throbbing nerve threads all pulsating on raw skin. "Suddenly I realized where I was and announced to myself, i.e., thought to myself, I was on the astral plane of suicides. These people had committed suicide on earth and were waiting to reincarnate - to return to earth and be reborn. But there was a slight problem. In order for them to return they had to be acceptable to all the "normal" nonsuicidal souls they will share a body with. That is why they were here: to await humanity's decision. "Each of us is a universe of souls, not just a single soul journeying from here to Timbuktu. As the Buddha taught, we are all questions of compromise. Each of us is a universe of past lives, and some of us living now owe a debt of gratitude to the others for allowing us to live again. These suicides were the astral-level component, the parallel-universe level of reality, of past failures in life. We all have in us the lives of past failures, murderers, rapists, saints and sinners. "This realization appeared to me as a thought, but I had made a mistake. I had thought to myself, not realizing that my thoughts were open books to my fellow "travelers." And even worse, what in all hell was I doing there in the first place? "Just then I noticed "her." She was sitting on the wall facing me and, gulp, she was looking directly at me and smiling. I heard her reply, "Oh, you know where you are? Who are you? Where do you come from?" She approached me in an overly friendly manner. I boasted, "Yes, I know where I am and I can return home any time I want to." ""You can, can you?" She asked with great interest as she came close to me. I was getting frightened. This was my first trip and I didn't know what danger I might be in by my just being there. Then I looked at her eyes. I don't quite know how to describe what I saw, but her eyes began to spin. They appeared to me as rotating pinwheels of spiraling colors. She was now too close for comfort. I knew then that I had to leave and I exercised the "leaving ritual," the only one I knew would get me out of there fast. I yelled bloody murder. "I awoke in bed next to Nancy, and this time for real. It must have been past four in the morning and Nancy wasn't too happy to have me just pop up in bed talking a blue streak. I not only was wide awake, I was fully conscious and quite lucid and gregarious. Loudly I said to her, "Nancy, wake up. I must describe this dream to you now before I forget it." Nancy, hardly believing her eyes or ears, was rudely being shaken from a deep sleep of her own. And dazed but understanding, she listened to the story of my voyage. "It is very important to realize that this "dream" was not just an ordinary dream. I was fully conscious not only during it but in the transition from the astral plane to my bed. My yelling was soundless in the astral realm but gradually became real sound in the physical plane of the bedroom. There was no need for coffee. There was no sleepiness, nor did the dream fade from memory as I became more awake (as most ordinary dreams do). It was simply a matter of recalling actual events in the same manner as you would recall events of the morning over afternoon lunch. "I hadn't been asleep and I wasn't simply lying in bed and daydreaming." (c) Fred Alan Wolf, Starwave, 1984 Lucy: Before we start I want to thank for doing this interview today. I know you're very busy and in much demand. Dr. Wolf: You're very welcome. Lucy: Let's begin with some lucid dreaming questions and then we'll move on to more theoretical topics. I know that you've had many lucid dreams. Do you actively try to induce lucid dreams, or do you just allow them to occur spontaneously? Dr. Wolf: I just allow them to happen whenever they happen. Lucy: Do they occur often or is there a pattern to their occurrence? Dr. Wolf: There is a pattern. They seem to happen usually at a time after I've slept a little while and then have woken up because of something that I've needed to think about and then went back to sleep. I'm kind of refreshed enough to do what I think requires a little more effort of mind, and I think that's what's required in lucidity. Lucy: Being a scientist, do you like to perform experiments in your lucid dreams? Dr. Wolf: I try to. But I find that there is a strange kind of complementarity principle that seems to be involved in the kinds of data-taking that you can do. When I attempt to find numbers or specifics - for example, I was in one dream and I wanted to know where I was. I didn't have any indication. I thought well, let me find out where I am, what country I'm in, what date it is, what time it is...I couldn't do any of those. The answers I was getting back in the dream were very ambiguous. For example, when I tried to read a newspaper in the dream, the letters were blurry. Lucy: Do you have a particular favorite lucid dream? Dr. Wolf: I've had many, so it's hard for me to pick out what's my favorite. Each one has been significant from one point or another, so I don't have any particular favorite. They all are different. Some are very emotional, some are very sad, some are very enlightening, some are mind boggling. Lucy: In your book The Dreaming Universe you have a chapter entitled "Lucid Dreams: The Borderland Between Parallel Realities". Would you talk a bit about your theories of lucid dreaming and how they relate to parallel universes? Dr. Wolf: The question that I was working on at the time - and this was some years ago, it is more than ten years ago; my thoughts may have changed by now -- was how can we grasp how a person feels or reaches a feeling - an experience - which says "I am I", "I am me", "I am this", "I am myself" and has that experience of what they refer to as "I"? That was the question that was the seed from which The Dreaming Universe book really grew. Because that was the question, the whole development of the book was finding ways of looking at the answer and what I was getting to, was in the lucid dream state - if I remember correctly - was the notion that our brains are able to act like receiving instruments and are able to pick up and perceive not only just the reality that we think we're in - so called "this world" - but other alternative realities at the same time. In other words, in a kind of schizophrenic state. So the idea was "What's the difference between my experience of the "out there world" and the so-called lucid dream?" Now, the outstanding experience of a lucid dream is that I am aware that I have an I. Whereas, in an ordinary dream I have no such awareness. As the dream unfolds I don't seem to have any control over how it unfolds and I certainly don't have any recognition of myself as experiencing myself as in a dream. But in a lucid dream I know I'm dreaming, I KNOW I'm in a dream, and I KNOW the world is a world which is a parallel reality to the world that I normally experience when I'm awake. So, the notion of parallel realities just sort of appeared kind of naturally. And then I began to work on a model of how the self or "the I" arises. I was working on an idea that was originally put out by another physicist, David Albert, who is a professor at Columbia University right now - very brilliant guy - and he had written a paper on what is called "Quantum Automata", little machines that are capable of, in a way, recognizing themselves and of having experiences as a result of recognizing themselves that are different from their experiences if they weren't recognizing themselves. That process is truly based on the existence of alternate realities in which the self can reflect, so to speak, on itself from another point of view, from another reality. So that idea kind of said, "Well maybe lucid dreams are like that." So then I went even further and asked "What other idea fits together with that?" Well, the theory of holograms is another idea which comes into the picture. There is something called "Holographic Reality" and the notion here is that a hologram is made up of overlaps of alternate realities, much like a regular hologram is made up from overlaps of different wave motions; light waves; in the case of an optical hologram or sound waves if it is a sonar hologram by which radar works and that sort of thing. So I came to the questions: What would make the hologram? How would the observer relate in that hologram? And what are the different ways that could happen? One thought that occurred to me was that in a hologram - an optical hologram - there are two kinds of images that form. One of them is called a real image and the other is called a virtual image. A virtual image is what you see when you hold up a magnifying glass (like Sherlock Holmes) and look at a small splinter in your finger, for example. It's not a real image, because the light is not really coming from the image. You see the magnified finger in a certain position through the lens but if you go and put your hand around where that magnified finger appears there is nothing there so it is called a imaginary image. On the other hand, there are so-called "real" images, and real images are images from light that comes to a focus, like for example when you watch a motion picture the lens of the projector focuses the light streaming through the film strip and it hits upon a screen and makes a real image on the screen. The image is actually there on the screen, it's not anywhere else, so it is a real image. So I thought, well, maybe in a regular dream, the images that arise are more like virtual images. And in a lucid dream they're more like real images, and that's why they have a feeling of reality much as we see the "out there" world. It's only a metaphor, and an analogy, but I thought that it might be applicable. Lucy: Have you had any lucid dreams in which you felt you had made contact with a parallel universe or with a parallel self? Dr. Wolf: That's a good question. Certainly in one of those, the one where I went to this world where I believed I was seeing people who had committed suicide, that certainly was a parallel world, it wasn't the world I was in right now. But as far as others, I can't tell. I've had dreams where I have actually awakened in a body that wasn't my own. And that was very strange, and I knew that I was "hitching a ride" so to speak. I don't know if you've ever had that kind of experience, but I've had that one, and I couldn't tell if this was a purely imaginal, or parallel world, or whether I was in some other part of the world. I just don't know. Lucy: This body that you found yourself in, were you able to manipulate it or were you just being carried along with it? Dr. Wolf: I believe I was manipulating it, that I had taken it over, because I was having an experience, and just like you have an experience right now, for example when you get up to do something, you rarely ever think to yourself "Am I doing this to my body?" You don't think like that. So because you don't carry that thought with you, you just go on and do stuff, you don't even bring into question, "Is this my will acting or am I being a zombie?" - you don't think like that, you just do it. And the same thing happened in the lucid dream when I was in somebody else's body. I realized it wasn't my body, because there were certain differences that I could experience, but I didn't have the feeling that I was being carried along by another being subject to his will or that I was any different than I would normally be in my own body, it just appeared to me to be a different body. Lucy: As a scientist on the cutting edge of quantum theory and consciousness research, do you foresee a merging of these two fields in any practical way in the near future? In other words, do you think it possible that scientists will one day abandon their particle accelerators and instead use consciousness (perhaps through lucid dreaming or other altered states) to explore reality at the quantum level? Dr. Wolf: They're already exploring consciousness - it's a whole new field and it's become respectable, mainly because of the efforts of some very classic scientists - people like Christof Koch and the discoverer of DNA, Francis Crick. Crick and Koch have been investigating what might be called the question of how science should deal with such questions as dreams and consciousness. They take a very materialist point of view, but it's very necessary that at least some scientific activity is going on in the field, because it's been totally ignored up until very recently. I think it leads to some very interesting questions and it leads to some possible solutions that can be replicated in the laboratory, and that's always difficult, but I don't think it's going to be the end of the particle accelerators. Lucy: In Parallel Universes you wrote: ". . . the possibility exists that parallel universes may be extremely close to us, perhaps only atomic dimensions away but perhaps in a higher dimension of space - an extension into what physicists call superspace." Do you think this idea is compatible with string theory? Do you think there could be a connection between the lucid dream state and one or more of the 10 dimensions of space predicted by string theory? Dr. Wolf: It's compatible with an extension of string theory called M-Theory or membrane theory or brane theory. It's compatible with that picture. The latest developments - I haven't been keeping up on that, so I'm only speaking from like a couple of years ago - these branes (membranes) are parallel realities that are smaller than atomic dimensions away, and so the idea that there are alternate realities in string theory, I think, is a very realistic attempt to try to make relativity and quantum physics more compatible with each other, which they're not at the moment - there has been some work to make them compatible, but they've not reached what I would call a level of complete compatibility - so there is certainly that effort. In a book I wrote in 1984 called Parallel Universes, I had actually pointed out that parallel universes might be less than atomic dimensions away and might be the place to begin to conceive of how quantum physics and relativity, in particular Einstein's General Theory of relativity, which means the effects of gravity, might be brought into a consistent picture. Now it's almost 20 years since I wrote that and maybe now it's starting to take place. Lucy: Do you think that within the lucid dream state it would be possible to conduct any kind of experiment to determine the existence of parallel realities? Or is that a little bit too much like science fiction? Dr. Wolf: No, it's not science fiction. The people that I would tend to ask these question of, or the people who I think could lead us into some approach to this would be people like Stephen LaBerge, who is like the father figure of lucid dreaming, or Jayne Gackenbach, who's also written extensively about lucid dreaming. These are some of the leaders of the field who I think would be the ones who could lead us into maybe some kind of experimental verification. It really is a difficult subject, to look at what lucidity is telling us about reality. It's very difficult. If one could induce lucidity to such an extent that two people could be in the same dream, kind of like the movie Dreamscape where you could enter into another person's dream in a lucid way, while that may seem like science fiction, it's possible, I think, to at least entertain some speculative thoughts as to how to go about doing that. You would probably need to have two people who are fairly adept at following I guess what LaBerge had originally proposed - Oneironaut training programs. You would need some oneironauts training programs, so maybe two people who were trained oneironauts could see if they could link up. There have been studies made, very interesting studies made by Stanley Krippner and a couple of other of his associates, Montague Ullman, and Alan Vaughan. They had begun dong research about telepathic communication in the dreamstate, and they had shown, I think rather conclusively, that there was a telepathic communication "channel" that existed and it could be opened between a dreamer and somebody who is not dreaming. So, if you can open any kind of communication between separate minds via this kind of channel, it doesn't seem too far of a stretch to think about opening up a channel between lucid dreamers. And if a channel could be opened, why can't a very full lucid communication take place? Much the same way that if we can open up a channel and we can see three-dimensional images on a virtual reality simulator - a computer screen, or whatever - and that can be communicated why can't we do that between brains? Now whether that is really possible or not I have no idea, but it seems possible - an area that somebody could begin thinking about and maybe even get some financial support to do. Lucy: You've just described my dream job! (If you'll pardon the pun.) I see we're almost out of time. Any last thoughts you'd like to add? Dr. Wolf: No, I haven't really been thinking about dreaming very much lately, I've been into this whole question of dealing with consciousness per se, but not consciousness pertinent to the dreamstate. But I'm always interested, and if there is any research that comes out in the next year or so that you know of, please keep me informed. Lucy: Absolutely! Thanks for taking the time to talk with us at LDE. I'm looking forward to seeing you at the "What the Bleep" conference in Vancouver, BC next month. Dr. Wolf: Well thank you for calling, I appreciate it. For more on Fred Alan Wolf, his books, and lecture schedule, go to www.fredalanwolf.com ******************************** The Lucid Dream Exchange is a quarterly newsletter featuring lucid dreams and lucid dream related articles and interviews. To subscribe to The Lucid Dream Exchange send a blank email to: TheLucidDreamExchange-subscribe@yahoogroups.com You can also check us out at www.dreaminglucid.com Lucid Dreaming and Parallel Universes - An Interview with Fred Alan Wolf ******************************** o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o Programming A Positive Dream From "Humor in Dreams" Workshop © 2005 Linda Lane Magallón o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o Have you ever had the experience of waking from a dream with a peculiar feeling or bad taste in your mouth? The "yucky" dream, the "oh, no, not again" dream, or the "ouch!" dream? These occurrences often come from the night's process of leftovers from the previous day, and some of them can be pretty moldy. My question to you is, "Is that something you want to wake up with every morning?" Dreams allow us to gather all the daytime garbage, stick it into our sleeping minds and dwell on it the whole night long. In the process, all sorts of strange and disturbing conceptions can be produced. So, how can you help your dream psyche convert that sort of experience into something more positive? The answer is...you can give your dreams a break, a vacation from eating their basic diet of day residue. And you do that the night before. You give yourself some space before you go to sleep to unwind from all the chaos of the past day and detach from all those things you have to do for tomorrow. You do not, I repeat, do *not* flip on the eleven o'clock news before you go to sleep. Unless you have some overriding emotional experience to mediate, that's virtually guaranteed to give you all sorts of crazy dreams. I can't tell you how many times I've had late night talk show dreams. Granted, it is an improvement over the news. But it's still a demonstration that what you bring to bed is likely to impact your dreams. Are you taking teddy bears or snakes to sleep with you? Yes, you can influence your dreams by what you're thinking and whatever you see before you close your eyes. But let's get down to the gut level. Dreams are full of feeling tones and emotions. How about, instead of waking up with "yuck" and "oh, no" and "ouch," you awoke with something else? First one: Ahhhh! This is the ecstasy, the integration, the expansion of awareness. Let's shake out the cares of the day. Relax. We're going to have one terrific night's sleep, oh boy, are we, and we are going to wake to ecstasy. Ready? Ahhhh! Well, that was pretty lousy. That was awful. I'm sorry, but it's not going to do the trick. That teenie effort is not going to override all the rest of the emotions of the day. You've got to put your whole being into this. You've heard of primal screaming? Well, we're going to do primal "Ahing." One, two, three. "Ahhhh!" One more time. "Ahhhh!" Well, that's a little better. If you're not into "Ahs," how about "A-ha!"? This is the act of discovery, the lasting synthesis, the stroke of inspiration, the fusion of two frames into one. "A-ha!" One, two, three. "A-ha!" Well, gee, that might wake you up. While you're asleep, you might become lucid! One, two, three. "A-ha!" And you just might just wake up next morning with a brilliant genius of an idea. But of course, there's "Ha, ha." This is the collision of incompatible frames that cross each other's path, that results in irony and laughter. Hmm, let's see. "Ha, ha, ha!" What is this? Forced laughter? What can you do to be natural...make faces in the mirror? If you can't get to laughter and spontaneity at the end of the day, if you are dragging your feet and whatever else around the bedroom, then think back to a laughter point in your past. Or look around. Do you have comics by your bed? Think about that. What do you have? What is on your bedstand? Just the clock. Tick-tock, tick-tock. That says tomorrow-I- have-to-be-ready-to-do-everything-I-have-to-do-oh-boy-I'm-going-to-be-thinking-about- it-all-night. This last one is my own personal favorite. "WOW!" This is the action of recognition and delight; opening up into further exploration and knowledge. It's the mystery, still yet to be defined. Our dreams are mysteries. We can analyze them, We can interpret them and we can divide them into mincemeat pie, take them apart like puzzle pieces and put them together again. But they're still going to be mysteries. Thank goodness, it's the bit of curiosity that takes us further into the exploration of the self. We can follow it into the next dream...into the next day. "WOW!" One, two, three. "WOW!" One, two, three. "WOW!" So, how are you feeling right now? o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o THE VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE Awakening To the World November 2005 Olivia Strand o|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|+|o It almost seems as if the world is spinning faster at this time, and one can easily feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume of hurricanes and earthquakes, wars and famine, and now the spreading avian flu, with confirmed cases in Turkey and Romania as the first European countries to be affected, and concerns that it might mutate and affect humans on a large scale. What can one do when need all over the world feels so overwhelming, and our efforts and donations seem little more than drops of water rapidly evaporating into the air? Amid the flurry of activity and peace outreach work that engage many of the members of the Bridge another conversation takes place, an ongoing one, but one that does not usually make it into the monthly View. And yet it feels increasingly important. It manifests as thoughts about peace in our own lives, and the need to walk our talk as we go about our daily tasks, and also as inquiries into what, if anything, do peace marches and rallies accomplish? Really? Jean sent us this message: “In order for me to give my answer, I first need to give a little background. During the 1970s, I was trained in conflict resolution and community organizing by a school, Upland Institute, that was then part of the University of Pennsylvania. I also participated heavily in anti-war activities against the Vietnam War. ”One result of this training was that when I had a dream on the morning of September 11, 2001, about being in the control tower of a major airport while air traffic control people were dealing with an emergency, I had to ask myself what I was doing in the "control tower," just standing there watching. ”That, for me, was the first question I needed to answer. Why, if I had the means to control a situation, was I just standing around watching? ”My answer to THIS question (as, I fear, the answer from most anti-war activists) was that I had become complacent. I had long ago given up on the idea that marches and rallies really changed anything, but then had succumbed to the notion that the world was running just fine. ”So then we get to the question of last month's March on Washington. I've already said that a main reason for me to go was to see the other members of the Bridge who were there. But I realized, while I was at the March, that there was another big reason for me to be there. By now, in the face of the world situation (and I am talking here not just about war, but about economics and world disaster...like the current disaster in Pakistan and other parts of southern Asia from Earthquake), what I am seeing is that people are waking up, as if from a long sleep. ”Now my first response to the U.S. war machine moving into Afghanistan and then into Iraq was not to march. It was to call upon my dreaming friends to dream up some peace. And I still believe that one of the most powerful weapons around is the mind of just one dreamer. ”But this time, when I went to Washington, I was awed by the variety of people I saw. All different races, all different ethnicities, all different ages and backgrounds. And THAT I think is the importance of the march...not just in Washington, but everywhere. Once again coalitions are being built, and people are talking to one another about what might be done to turn things around. That was the excitement of the March on Washington, that and the fact that people who previously had thought of themselves alone in the struggle could look on the faces of a million other people who shared a belief with them. I think that the March had little to do with convincing politicians. ”Like you say, there has been almost no commentary on the March in the public press, not exactly a surprise given the fact that 98% of the media is owned by five large corporate entities, including General Electric, which is currently selling arms in both sides of the conflict. ”So then the question might become: How is the word spreading, if the media is not reporting the news? It's happening through people like us. And the pace of people listening is being accelerated as the price of oil goes up :)) ”One major difference I've seen between the activists of the new millennium as compared with activists of the seventies is that, during the Vietnam War, anti-war protest arose from the universities. The people who protested were college students. Today, the anti- war sentiment seems to arise from groups of people less frequently thought of as intellectuals: groups of moms, groups of disaffected military people, ethnic and community groups of all kinds.” Jody sent her pictures from the Washington Peace March to Liz, who has put them up for all of us to see: http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/peacemarch2005.htm “I loved the pictures, Jody,” said Valley, “it was a great experience getting to participate in that action in D.C. I think I am still trying to come down from it all. So wonderful to get to see Jody and Jeremy and Jean, what a treat! “It made me feel so grateful to be a part of this community and the wonderful caring people that dream and debate and dialogue with one another while exploring ways to care for each other and create peace together. “I just want to comment,” Valley continued, “about the idea of what the demonstrations are actually accomplishing, like the one in Washington D.C. “First of all it was hardly just a demonstration and march, there were many people there doing peace education on a variety of topics, there was political action taking place after the march, and people came to lobby, their senators and congressional representative, who had never done such a thing before. People are waking up to the fact that they have been lied to, and they aren't going to sit by complacently while they are told more and more lies. This activism that is going on now is at the heart of the main stream, and people are risking their status quo lifestyles to stand up for what they believe is right. “Ultimately what may come out of this is not just an end to the Iraq war, but an actual peace movement where people begin to rethink the way they live and the choices they make, and how those choices impact others. When more people become self responsible in this way, then more peace will become a reality.” Jody, too, had some interesting news to share with us: “Just today Paul Hackett announced that he will in fact run for the US Senate contest in Ohio in 2006 against a very strong Republican. He will have a formal announcement on October 24, 2005. But the decision reported in the press today is firm and I am very happy about it. He is a strong man and has much integrity. As I am not a soldier and will never be able to take up arms nor go to war, I respect soldiers who have integrity and will speak out about a wrong war even at risk to themselves, career and family by doing so.” On the following day, Sunday the 16th of October, CNN Presents aired a programme, “Voices from the Homefront”, in which they interviewed not only Major Hackett, but Jody too! Cameo George, who is the producer of the CNN Presents Special on the changing attitudes on the war, also showed up in Jody’s DaFuMu dream. Jody also shared with us from her dream journal, the entries she made on the day of the DaFuMu dreaming: “It is quite fascinating that Paul Hackett and I have a woven fate of late. Had lunch with Paul last week as he was still deciding to run for Senate. Saturday (Oct 15, day of this dream) he came out: Yes! Tonight the CNN special, great press for Paul. ”On Tuesday after we had lunch I encountered his campaign manager D Woodward on 4th street moving into an apt, right across the street from my office! Much synchronicity. Like meeting Paul at the airport as I was en route to the March in DC. Many lines of fate. Seizing the moment is the needed thing. ”One piece at a time, but all the pieces matter. Peace, one step at a time. But all the steps make a journey and define a path. “The bridgeway path.” DaFuMu dreaming – Awakening To the World All the peace outreach work carried out by members of the Bridge in past few months – we haven’t forgotten about Cindy Sheehan’s vigil outside President Bush’s ranch, nor the fact that Valley and the Crawford Peace House played a big part in co-ordinating that – inspired the theme for the October DaFuMu dreaming: Awakening To the World. http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/dafumuoctober2005.htm I, myself, had an interesting experience as I had my perhaps first properly lucid dream – I awakened to the dream, which, and perhaps depending on one’s spiritual outlook, seems a rather potent metaphor. And not only that, but Ilkin, with whom I have shared dream experiences in the past, had a dream that had many similarities to mine. Dreaming with others in this way feels very important, too, because it illustrates all our interconnectedness – if we can only wake up to it! Both Jean and Jody shared dreams, as well, with us all and with one another, and Jody commented about the link between hers and Jean’s dreams: “When I told her my dream on the phone, I described where I was as alongside an area that felt like a promenade or cliff near the edge of the sea, though I couldn't actually see the ocean. That's part of what resonated so strongly with Jean's own dream.” And about her own dream: “This is about the 3rd or 4th spider dream I've had in recent months since my son went to war. I know it's about the war and the CNN program and much coming to a head. My attitudes are evolving about this evil web, the spider, as sometimes I have killed it and often there are young, new spiders. Sometimes, like in this dream, I face the spider (which is also destiny) calmly, but take action at smaller levels. “The section of my dream about the sorting: I realized with all the intrigues and lies and wrongdoing being exposed and indictments possibly about to be made of Karl Rove and Scooter Libbey, as well as others, that I feel the curtains may refer to that which has screened the truth from us about the run up to the war and the false basis on which the decision was made and all the tragedy that follows. I've been reading and studying to understand and "crack the code" of deception. I feel a strong commitment to doing this and then to speaking out about this deception and doing all in my power to help bring the war to a close and the perpetrators to justice.” In the week following the DaFuMu, the fact that we really seem very close, only a mouse-click away even while we live on different continents, was beautifully illustrated when Kotaro in Japan and Ilkin in Turkey reported about the many earth tremors these two regions are experiencing right now, and received instant feedback from other members of the group. Although most of us have never met, the care and affection between members feel very genuine, and it really does feel as if the world, even while appearing to spin out of control at times, also seems much smaller, and the events that once took place in distant lands now happen in our friends’ living rooms! http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org ------------------ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ** DREAMS ** DREAMS ** DREAMS ** DREAMS ** DREAMS ** DREAMS +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Dream Section Editor is on vacation this month. In place of the Dreams Section, I'm including part 1 of a collection of computer dreams from "Gem". Gem: Began recording dreams in 1993. First computer dream occurred in 2000. After I had a job that involved a lot of computer work for nearly two years. Prior to that I knew very little about computers and spent very little time on them. As of February 25, 2005, I have a total of 133 computer-element dreams (identified). 78 of those occurred over the first 54 months (1.4 per month average.) 56 of those occurred over the last 8 months – since July, 2004 (7 per month average.) DREAMS 04/04/2000) Something about computers. I had asked someone something about our computer work and they didn't tell me the truth. I don't know if it was on purpose or not. But it caused me a lot of extra work. I had 3 huge stacks of patient charts on my desk to do something with as a result. I was trying to find a better way to fix it rather than doing all those charts. I was talking to someone about it. (80 words) 04/12/2000) I was working on my website, moving things around; just like I was doing a few hours before I went to bed. (22 words) 04/15/2000) All of my dreams last night were about working on my website. (12 words) 04/16/2000) Several dreams about working on my website again. Also had a dream about Dr. W and a cleaning lady from work. He was upset with her work and she told him that she didn't think he liked her. He denied it. I was thinking about the fact that I don't think I will ever live up to his expectations in waking life. (62 words) 04/29/2000) Working at computer, opening, reviewing and closing many letters written to colleges. Each letter went to the same mailing list- different topics. (22 words) 06/22/2000) Dream about reading old email. (5 words) 07/11/2000) Racing Around the House Racing around the house. "Glad you're willing to try it in here." Small hand held computer and screens. I was driving over a lot of stuff on the floor so it was very bumpy and rough. There was a man there who thought I did very well. (51 words) 01/06/2001) You're in Trouble Now I was a student at a school and I had done something I shouldn't have -- or was at least involved in it with someone else. At least part of it was graffiti. I don't remember what the graffiti was. We ran away but got caught. After getting caught, someone else and I had the opportunity to run again. The person who did the graffiti told us to run without him. One part of this that is confusing is that the people I was running with changed several times. I don't know who it was initially. At one point it was " The Golden Girls." AT one point it was girls I went to high school with. At one point it was only Brenda E. At the end it was my family, Mom, Dad, Ben, Bonnie, and Brad. I have had the last part of this dream before. When I was running with Brenda I was getting very frustrated with her because she wasn't hiding or keeping up very well. There was a third person running with us. I don't know who. They were way behind. I thought they would catch up with us. We snuck around a red brick school. I was afraid someone would see as through the windows. I told Brenda to keep down and come around the walls. There were several red brick walls. They were a wavy shape lengthwise. Then we snuck around another red brick building. We finally dodged inside a little dry cleaner/seamstress shop. There were three huge basket-like things hanging from the ceiling and moving back and forth on purpose and rhythmically. We each jumped up and clung to the end of one to keep from being seen by the employees. When we had a chance we ducked into the next room. We were crouched on the floor behind a circular rack of clothes and fabric. Brenda wasn't hiding well and I feared we would be seen. One thing in the rack was sheer brown piece of fabric. I could see the old woman through the fabric. I was afraid she would see us. I moved the rod in a circular motion very slightly trying to keep us hidden but she spotted us anyway. I lied and told her that we just needed to duck in from the cold. They took pity on us. At this point the scene changed to me being with my family but still in the same place. The young woman was doing makeovers on us to help keep us from being "found." She made Kim look like a movie star, as she requested. She asked me how I would like my hair done. I told her I like my style so she started spraying it seriously with hair spray. I felt like I was choking on the spray and told her to quit. I was thinking about what movie start I wanted to be made up as but didn't think of anyone so she didn't do anything else to me except to give me a bag of ice and told me to hold it on my face to reduce the puffiness. I held it on my eyes. In the next scene my family and I are walking downtown Phoenix. I am watching the people very carefully to make sure none of them are the people who are after us. All I remember seeing is people in business suits carrying briefcases. It is now becoming nighttime and the streets are deserted. We see the horse- drawn carriage nearby sitting by Steak-N-Shake. It is empty but I tell the others that we must stay away from there or we are more likely to get caught. In the next scene we are in a building looking at displays. They are Christmas displays mostly. One had a lot of stuffed animals. I also saw a bed and pushed on the mattress and said how nice it would be to be in my own bed. Mari was with us now. We were purchasing things. I remember sweatshirts specifically. We were being careful to use cash so we wouldn't be leaving a trail. Brian handed me some receipts and told me to make sure I used them. I started filling one out and realized I had written SVSDC, disclosing information on it. I tore it up, showed it to Ben, threw it away and then paid cash for the sweatshirts. There were people there who were looking for us but they didn't give us away for some reason. The last room we went into had a lot of computers and electronics. I sat down at a desk to check my email. Barb said something about the amount of email or something. I then saw a Karaoke machine and asked Dad to come record a song with me. He was a short, dark- haired, Italian man [unlike his waking life.] Ben joined us. I didn't want him there, but let him stay. We were going to sing "We wish you a Merry Christmas" but we didn't know the version that was playing. Then a familiar version began playing so we started to sing. I was thinking that this was good, as I would be able to listen to and better decide if I am a good singer. The guy running the electronic place said he needed to close up. We said we would help because we are very familiar with the things there. We said Mom is very familiar with the type of typewriter so she could take care of it. At one point I saw her sitting on the floor with the case, cleaning it, as part of closing up. I was looking under all the desks for money. Whenever I found change I put it in my pocket. I found four quarters in a pile and under one desk. (975 words) 03/03/2001) I was in my apartment with my two sons. It wasn't the same apartment that I actually live in and I only have one son. We were sitting at a counter, on stools, and getting ready to eat some ice cream. Someone had given us a gift of gourmet ice creams. They were special shapes and flavors. My younger son, not Matt, was using a spoon and digging into the middle of lots of them to try each one without choosing one and finishing it. I scolded him and told him not to do that. Three of the ice creams were flat and round, like tostados. One was pink. One was blue. There was third as well. They had sprinkles or something like that on them also. Some of them were bars that stood on their side and had two sticks in them. There was a man and a woman to the right behind Matt. I don't remember what they were doing there. As we finished the ice cream I started cleaning up and there was a large, African American woman sitting on a table to my left. She had her back to me and was on the phone. She was wearing cultural clothing. I realized that she was about to sit in some ice cream so I nudged her to sit up a bit so I could wipe it up before she sat in it. I was thinking about moving my computer downstairs. I thought it would be a nice change of scenery and I would get more sunlight. (260 words) 03/05/2001) I was living in an apartment in the city. I was setting up my computer in a chair. I was trying to kind of stack it so it would stay in place against the back of the chair and I was going to use it that way. I was trying to figure out a way to set it so I could easily access the "A" drive. I was also changing my clothes at the same time. I went out to go to a nearby store to get something related to the computer but I don't remember what. It was raining. I think the place that I went into was kind of like a mall but it was fairly narrow and it was like I was walking through one store and then another to get to each store. When I got to the store I was looking for I went to the counter and was discussing my needs with a young man there. An older man came out. I realized it was Mike M. I didn't acknowledge that it was him nor did he acknowledge that it was I. He came up to the counter and joined in the discussion. I realized that my clothes were lying around and I quickly grabbed them up, embarrassed for him to see that, especially since my bra was lying there to. I embarrassingly said "Sorry, I was changing my clothes while I was working." I'm sure he knew it was me because he has seen a picture of me. I haven't seen a picture of him so I don't know how I knew it was him. We finished our discussion and I rushed out of the store, back through the other stores, and out into the rain. (293 words) 04/23/2001) This was the most magnificent dream. It was like watching a beautiful movie unfold and yet I was the main character. The somatic feelings were such that I didn't want to awaken. I didn't want to ever leave my bed. I felt warm and tingly all over. I felt so much love that I thought my heart would burst. I felt peace and safety like I have never felt before. I was living in another time and another culture. Yet I cannot identify either. It was a time of honor and simplicity, yet the home I lived in was very comfortable by today's standards. It almost had a feeling and look of what I imagine to be old Mexico or Spain, yet my family and I were Caucasian. I wish more than ever that I were an artist so I could sit immediately at my easel and paint the images in my mind so as to never lose them. The dream started nearly a year before I was to be married. The parents of both my betrothed and myself were very involved in the commitment. Throughout the dream I did not spend anytime with my betrothed. I saw him only on occasion with his father, as they came to "check on me." They wanted to be sure that nothing would interfere with the marriage. My father had hired a bodyguard for me. His name was Victor. One day Victor and I were sitting at the kitchen table, each at a different side of the table, yet sitting next to each other. We were discussing life and some of the disparities in our two lives. I felt his pain as he shared with me how unaccepted he is in so many areas because of his heritage. I believe he was of Spanish decent. Victor was a tall man with bronze-colored skin. His hair was jet black and smooth as silk. His chiseled features and dark eyes were always noticed when he entered a room. But I don't know if it was his appearance that got him noticed or the feel of his presence. He told me that he must be careful guarding me, as he must guard himself too. People living in my area would be happy to kill him rather than watch him roam our streets, even acting as my bodyguard. I felt so much pain and sorrow at this. Yet, he would not give up his position as my bodyguard. I rose from my chair and hugged him, cradling his head to my chest and caressing his hair. I kissed him lightly on the head. He looked up at me and I kissed him lightly on the lips. I quickly apologized. From the look in his eyes I could not tell what he was thinking. He told me not to apologize. A few months later I was at my bridal shower. All of my girlfriends and women relatives were there. My father was also there. [None of these people were my family in waking life.] I had such a warm and loving relationship with my father. I was sitting on an ottoman in front of him, with my arms stretched behind me embracing his gray and balding head as he leaned forward to cradle me in his arms and rest his chin on my shoulder. The women were playing a game. Each had a card made of colored construction paper and folded in half. The inside of each card was white with colored markings on it. Each one represented a man I had dated. One woman would read characteristics and then each of the other would mark their card if that man had those characteristics. The characteristics they read were both good and bad. I quickly made an additional card representing my father. I said I wanted to see how many of them compared to my father. Victor came and sat at the edge of the room in a rocking chair. His quiet, calm, strong presence permeated the air in the room. As always, this left me feeling unsettled, as I felt it deep in my soul. I secretly wanted to make a card for Victor. Later that evening there was a party for all of our family and friends, male and female. We were laughing and dancing. I asked Victor to dance with me. Just as I asked, the music changed to a ballad. Victor quickly agreed to dance with me. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as Victor took my hand and wrapped his arm gently around my waist, pulling me close, but not too. Our dancing in rhythm was effortless, as though we had been life-long dance partners. I could feel that we both wanted nothing more than to be closer and to gaze into each other's eyes. We dared not say anything for fear the other would say they did not feel the same thing. We dared not, for fear others would notice. I finally gave in ever so slightly at one point, when I rested my head on his chest as we continued to dance. Weeks later my family and friends were outdoors playing in the swimming pool. They had placed a cover over the pool so you could walk and run on it with only a few inches of water on top. They also had something spraying water into the air and people were running about in the spraying water and atop the pool. Even my father was joining in the fun. I was standing near the back by a stone wall, under a tree, with Victor. He was so enjoying watching the fun, envious because he had never experienced a family such as this. I was trying to encourage him to join us. For the first time, in the shadows of the tree, he made his feelings for me known. He ever so gently touched my breast, as if by accident, but I knew it was not an accident. I asked him if he did not want to be with me as much as I wanted to be with him. I could see the affirmation in his eyes. Yet, I was betrothed to another and Victor was employed by my father to be my bodyguard. He dared not say the words. A short time later my betrothed and his father and two other men drove into the courtyard. They were in a car that reminded me of something a mobster would drive. They exchanged words with my father, warning that nothing should interfere with the wedding, which was scheduled for the next day. I was standing at a laptop computer, sitting on a pedestal. I was playing some kind of games that tested your mind. A woman, related to my betrothed came up and started poking fun and trying to make me miss the answers. I realized at that point that I could not go through with this marriage. I walked up an iron, circular staircase with another woman. I don't know if it was a sister or a friend. The staircase led to a veranda. My mother was already there, laying on an upholstered chaise lounge. She immediately called for my father to join us. When my father arrived he said he was going to call off the wedding because he had just learned that my betrothed had been unfaithful to me. I was overjoyed. I sat by my mother on the chaise lounge. She had covered herself with a beautiful red silk shawl. As I gently leaned on my mother's side, I cautiously told them of my feelings for Victor and that I believed he felt the same, but was unwilling to say so because of his position. My father was overjoyed at the prospect of a union between Victor and myself. I say my mother's support and approval in her eyes. He called for Victor. After a brief conversation, he asked Victor if he would like to take my hand in marriage. Before Victor had a chance to respond, he said that it would bring him great joy to witness such a union. Victor said, he too, would be honored and overjoyed. My father said the wedding would go ahead as planned, with one exception. The groom would be Victor. Once alone with Victor we were able to finally express our feelings for each other, and our joy at our upcoming marriage. We recognized the beauty of our first night together being on our wedding night. (1408 words) 05/19/2001) Downloading software and trying to send an IM to Dad. Maybe I sent it to Mom and he answered. He was going to tell me how to finish downloading my software. It turned out not to be a problem but I realized I didn't get back to him after that, so I sent another IM. This one I sent to Mom. I'm at Mom and Dad's at the old house. She is sitting in the kitchen at her computer and I walked by and the computer screen is facing me and I comment about how dirty her computer screen is and that it needs to be cleaned. I wiped it with my fingers but then I went and got some paper towels and Windex and cleaned it for her. I don't know if I said this or if I just thought it -- I think I said it. "This is one thing I will definitely clean when I see it needs to be cleaned." Then I'm back at my computer at home and realized I hadn't continued my IM conversation with Mom. I type in something about "sorry, I had to go get some milk or something but I'm back now." I'm in my car, again, and headed home. There's a computer keyboard and monitor in front of me where the steering wheel is. I'm driving and having a really hard time seeing the road. I thought to myself "How do I normally see around or over this thing?" I can't see the road so I'm trying to look around it. I'm raising myself off the seat so I can look around the monitor and see the road. I think, "Maybe if I raise the seat higher. but I don't usually. so what's different?" There's a car pulling a huge trailer across this one-lane wood bridge and I don't see it in time and so I drive off the road and around the bridge and back onto the road. The road then turns into an unusual looking railroad track. Then I think "Oh, great now I'm driving on a railroad track." I'm driving on a railroad track and up a mountain. I'm thinking "This is so weird and the worst part is that it is not a dream because I know I'm not dreaming." I keep going and then I can see the vehicle that I'm driving going up the mountain but it has like four other vehicles or trailers attached to it that it is pulling. It runs into the train and starts pushing the train up the mountain. I'm talking to this man, I'm complaining about the whole incident with the train and the bridge. I have this toy-size car and trailers that I was driving. I show him what happened driving up the mountain. I tell him it was entirely his fault because I had called his company to come to the house/farm and do something and he didn't do it. I'm demonstrating backing all this down the mountain and back to my property or something. Football players and one of the players crossed the endzone and as he got there he jumped in the air, turned around and caught the football. Somehow I think that was me. As I was having it I was thinking "Oh, I'm not asleep yet, I need to make sure I record it. But I'm so sleepy I don't want to reach for the recorder to record it." Hypnagogic image -- Someone holding a baby in front of a person wearing glasses and the baby reaches kind of pokes at the glasses. I was at Aunt P and Aunt H's house and I was watering their garden and flowerbeds. I had told them each that I was going to do that and to do it I was just going to let the hose run at a trickle and just let it soak them because they needed it so badly. I also had a fan out in the yard blowing on the yard or the garden where I was watering also. I was training to become some kind of a pilot or something. Anthony Edwards was my instructor and I only had about 5 lessons. The last one is the one I remember most. In that one we were going to learn how to get height and how to go back down by pulling the handle bars or steering wheels toward you to go up and away from you to go down. And before my lesson I got in a simulator and I practiced and at first I was terrible. I would go up really fast and down really fast. It was really awful. I practiced enough to get the nuance that by the time it was time for my lesson I did really well. After that I found out that I passed and that I was a certified pilot and that I was one of the best in my class. I was talking to some of my classmates and their families about this because the husbands and children were there too. (848 words) (06/07/2001) Hypnagogic imagery: Talking to Pam about Sophie not being at group lately and not hearing from her. I was telling Pam how unusual that was. She had told me she wasn't going to be at one meeting but I haven't heard from her since. I was thinking about telling Pam about this in an email. I was thinking that maybe Sophie was doing this because the last time she missed I didn't write her to tell her we missed her or anything. It's just very odd that she would not show up and not contact me. (95 words) 07/01/2001) Mom and Barb wanted me to have my annual check-up at a hospital other than SVH's. I went to satisfy them but was very upset the whole time. At one point they wanted me to partially undress and have the rest of my exam in this area where passers-by could see me. I got very angry at this point and decided to leave. I was hurrying around looking for my winter coat and handbag. They were saying things like I was overreacting and being silly. I just grabbed my things and left -- very angry. As I left I saw, through a window accessible to all, a pregnant woman being examined. I went back to SVH's. I parked my car in a lot four blocks away. I was with someone but I don't know whom. There were several cement walls about waist high. It seemed to be in a bad part of town. The environment was not at all like SVH North Campus -- not the surrounding area or the building itself. I went to the elevators to go to an office but I'm not sure where I was headed. One of the elevators I have seen/been in before in other dreams. It was a six- sided self-standing elevator -- that is, not encased in a wall. The outside was all gold and very ornamental. I wanted to go to the 2nd floor. The elevator closed without me so I grabbed something on the outside and let it carry me up one floor like that. Meanwhile, other people were waiting on the first floor for the standard elevator. I'm not sure if I got where I was going. I was walking around and noticed there were a lot of people around. It now felt more like we were in a hotel lobby. I realized there was some kind of trade show or something going on. I decided to go check it out. While I was walking in I realized all of the vendors were just setting up. I was going to look for the Westwood Inc. booth and thought that I should call someone and see if Marcia could come and work the booth. As I was walking around I saw booths for people like Carole F, only they had a different name now. I realized they had merged with another company and changed their name. Then I saw my booth. I realized then that Westwood Inc.did not have a booth and that I had forgotten I had signed up to do this. I went over to my booth space and the only thing there was a three-panel cardboard background that someone had placed there for me. It was very unprofessional and "sloppy" looking. It had two handmade signs that had been made by Jane Car for one of my Happenings programs. They were cloud shaped and had been written using several colors of markers. I was thinking about what I would need to get set-up. The booth next to me was just the same, I think it was an insurance agent. I knew her. She was asking me what I typically do for these shows. I explained to her and then told her I was just on my way home to pick up materials before the show starts. My booth was in a corner. Don Ho was running the show. I told him I needed a table and tablecloth. He took a corner table piece and tablecloth from another booth. I grabbed an extra chair that didn't seem to be in use. The other vendor also had ice and soft drinks. I accidentally moved an ice cooler and a big bowl of ice to my booth. I went and returned them. When I came back someone else had placed cups of ice and 2-liter bottles of soft drinks at my booth. I realized whoever was sponsoring the event was placing them at all the vendors booths for the attendees. I was thinking about what literature to bring and how to make the most of this show. I thought I would offer a free mini interpretation for people and then have those names to add to my mailing list. I also realized that I might need to print and create some materials at home before I returned. I was aggravated for not being prepared already. Two people who were attending the show came to my booth before I could leave to get my materials. I talked to the two of them a bit. I told them I normally charge $50 for an interpretation but today, they could sign up to get a mini- interpretation done free if they signed up for the mailing list. The younger lady immediately wrote a check for $15. Apparently she misunderstood me. Her check was like a business check. I realized instead of giving the interpretations free at this show that I should sell them for $15. That way I would make some money for it and they would have more value for the show attendees because they had paid something for it. I was glad this had happened when it did to inform my decision. I was looking for something to write on to give her my name and address, as I didn't even have my business cards with me yet. The woman she was with, I think it was her mother, decided to have one done too. While they were doing that they had a little dog running around like crazy. I was trying to stop him so I could pet him. At times he would kind of jump up on me, on my leg because he was so small. He reminded me of Janet C’s dog that I called a rat dog. About the height and length of a cat, yet smaller body. Very shorthaired. He was dark brown and black. When I left to get my materials it was pouring down rain. I wondered why I hadn't brought my umbrella in with me. I bent over and was protecting my head with a paper or something. Along the way I realized that even though it was raining very hard, I didn't seem to be getting wet. I got to my car, went home and came back. Again I forgot my umbrella. When I got inside I realized I had only picked up one of quite a few things that I needed and that I needed to leave again. The lady in the booth next to me had changed our booths so she had the corner spot. I switched them back. When she came up she said something to me. I told her I paid for a corner booth because it is better exposure. I guess I must have walked away because when I came back she had taken over the corner again. This time she had moved in all of these big items for an elaborate display. I was sandwiched in between her and another large display. I now had one straight table and it was sitting sideways to fit in between the other two. You couldn't even see my display. I found Don again and was very upset about this. I told him I wanted it fixed and wanted my corner back. He tried to explain to me why she needed the corner and that it had something to do with client privacy. I don't remember my response, but basically I wanted my corner back. I told him that he had about an hour to fix it. He said he couldn't believe I would say that. I explained that I simply meant I had to go home to get the rest of my materials so he had an hour to figure something out. The lady in the insurance booth was ignoring me now- obviously she didn't want to interact with me after what she had done. The guy on the other side of me was trying to make me feel better about my space. I overheard Jane and someone else saying that wasn't right what was happening to my space. They acknowledged that my service is very popular to people and that it deserved the right space. I left again to go home and get materials. It was still raining very hard and I wondered again why I had not remembered my umbrella. Again, even though I was simply holding a paper or something over my head I noted that while my body was not protected from the rain it was not getting wet. This time I couldn't find the lot where I parked my car. I went to it from the other side of the block but then the surroundings weren't familiar so I couldn't find it. I came across several businesses, some with overhangs where I could be protected from the rain for short periods of time. I think one was a hotel and two were fast food restaurants. I think one was KFC. I don't know what the other was. I was getting very frustrated because I couldn't find my car. I finally went to the other side of the block, thinking that I should be able to find it that way. I think I did find the right lot just before I woke up. (1552 words) 07/22/2001) For some reason after I woke up from this dream I thought I had re-entered the dream from earlier in the night. I had just secured a job working here locally for NASA. Our "quadrant" was in the middle of a crisis. NASA had commercial airliners and one of the pilots had crashed a plane intentionally. At first they did not realize that he had survived until a subsequent "incident." The details of this dream are extremely sketchy. Two pilots, a husband and wife, were sent on a mission to try to stop the criminal pilot. The husband was Anthony Edwards, actor. I walked/ran with them through many of the checkpoints/security clearance points to get them securely into their aircraft. I was in training. At one point I was trying to get security clearance and the equipment was not taking my SS number. I realized that someone had entered a 0 before the number and that was causing the malfunction. No one knew who had done it so we suspected the criminal pilot. I was the first to realize the criminal pilot had survived when I saw him reappear, almost as though it was a scene in a movie. He "came up" from the ground in a very surreal/ghostly manner. In another scene I was having anxiety about accepting a position with NASA. I wasn't at all sure I was up to the task. I kept telling myself that I had to give myself time to learn the ropes and I had to maintain my confidence. I met a woman who had not been working there very long. She had names in blocks on a clipboard and some were scratched out. I realized that she was fairly new, not as new as me, learning and making mistakes also. I found that very reassuring. I went to my station, standing at a piece of computerized equipment. I remembered that Rita worked for NASA and decided to call her and let her know that I was working there. We spoke for a little bit on the phone. After getting off the phone I knew she would tell Bob V about this and that might change his mind a little about me. I decided to go to lunch. I went and changed into shorts and sandals so I could exercise on my lunch break. Rita showed up at my station and warned me. She asked me if it was okay to take my lunch break now. She told me they are very particular about things like this. There was a gentleman working at a station right next to me that she knew. I had not been introduced to him yet. She introduced us and told me that he is a great source of information and I should ask him any questions I have. As she was telling me this I was slipping on the sandals. I saw on other people going to lunch and I saw Rita, in particular, meeting someone for lunch. I asked the gentleman about lunchtime, length, and the appropriateness of using that time for exercise. I know there was a lot more to this dream but this is all I can remember. (533 words) 07/25/2001) I moved back into the house on Lakeland Drive. With Dan but not to share a bedroom. At one point I was thinking very intentionally about this. Even though we were going to be sharing this house I certainly wasn't going to share my bed. I did think, momentarily, about reconciliation, and thought immediately. "Oh, NO! NO WAY!" Then I wondered why such a thought would even occur to me because it just repulses me to consider that. We bought it from Marge and Ben, initially. They said they were moving and I said "Maybe I should buy it from you." After I moved in it seems that there was someone else involved. I noticed that the paint in some of the rooms was still the same color as when I had owned it previously. There was a listing in the paper for the house and it said two bedrooms and a loft. I laughed that they called the third bedroom a loft because it was no different than the other two rooms. It was a one-story house. In the one room, all the walls were kind of like sponge painted. I looked up and they had done the ceiling too. I realized they had done it to look like clouds. I thought maybe I could leave the ceiling like that. Then I noticed that on the ceiling they had used stuffed animals. One of the stuffed animals was a Teddy Bear. On the walls they had made the white parts look like butterflies. In one room they had a big splotch of paint. In one room there was a framed picture attached to the middle of the ceiling. In another room there were two things attached to the ceiling, not necessarily in the middle and not aligned but a seemingly random placement. They were abstract in design but after studying them I realized they said LE1. I didn't know what this was and then someone brought a bottle of men's cologne in. It was called LE1. A man sprayed it all over himself and we still couldn't smell it. I said I hadn't heard of it before. Audrey and Karen Mc were in this dream again. How unusual. Audrey had done something and she was embarrassed. I hugged her head and kissed her on the head and told her I loved her. The third room I was making my office. It's like I was sharing it with Karen. There were several windows in that room. I was excited to get that room just the way I wanted it. It was spacious -- not like in waking life. Someone had moved all the furniture in without me guiding them. I was anxious to begin moving the furniture around. I told Karen and someone else how I was going to set up my desk and credenza by the window. But I was going to set up the desk so it was coming out from the wall into the center of the room. Probably have my computer facing the window. Karen said she figured I would do that and since it was my house she couldn't really say anything. I said "Well, maybe we can have your sewing machine by the other window." (541 words) 08/03/2001) I went to Len's funeral. In this dream he was a member of BPE. In the dream he was a gentleman who attended the Mensa meeting also and had sent me an email about networking for jobs. This makes me think that it wasn't Len at all but rather another man [I can't remember his name now] that I had met at Mensa and BPE and as described here. When we were at the funeral home I saw his wife and maybe a daughter. When I saw him in his casket I didn't think it really looked like him. At one point in the dream we were getting in line to view the body. As we were walking to get in line there were other people laid out in their caskets as well. There was something about after the wake gathering for a meal or something. (140 words) 09/24/2001) The Dream Therapist I was working as a dream therapist, consulting clients. In this building there was a lot of construction or it was being majorly remodeled. I was in this room that was going to be my office and sitting area. There were several people sitting there waiting to see me. It started out with just one and then all of a sudden there were five sitting there waiting for me. None of them had an appointment. I came out and was trying to take care of them. Shirley was standing there also, but I'm not sure why. I had a sense that Matt O. was there but I don't recall seeing him. I spoke briefly with Shirley and then went to the five people who were waiting for me. I'm really sorry there are so many of you waiting for me, but since none of you have appointments, let's see what each of you need and see how we can take care of each of you. Three of them had computer questions, based on things that they had heard me say before, that they thought I would be able to help them with. One of them was trying to install a program but it told her she needed higher walls or something. Another one was trying to install a program, I think it was maybe like Anytime, but every time she got to one point her program would shut off. Since Shirley was standing there I asked her if she was busy or in the middle of something. I told her that these three people had computer questions that I couldn't answer and thought she might be able to. She said she would be happy to talk to them. So I sent three of them to her. I then went to another of the ladies that was there. She said she was there to talk to me about a client she had referred to me. Neither of us could remember the lady's name. So I went to my computer. I knew who she meant and what day she was in. So I went to my appointment book. Somehow my computer showed me the picture of these people, sitting in my waiting room. I was trying to go into the actual appointment book part to look up her name. I was having all kinds of problems with the computer. I somehow couldn't get the mouse where I needed it to be or something. Someone said something to me and I turned and looked over my right shoulder and there was another computer. Somehow I was trying to use my computer using the mouse from that other computer station behind me and too the right. I said, "I don't know what my mouse is doing back here anyway." So I picked it up and brought it back to my computer. I was still having problems and I called Shirley and asked if she could help. I thought, I know what I'll do. I'll just reboot. About that time Shirley reached from behind me and unplugged it. I said "No, no, no." She had already unplugged it and plugged it back in, so it restarted. It turned out to be fine and it just took a little bit longer. I finally found the lady and her name was Linda Coland. I asked this other lady if that is the person she was there to talk to me about and she said yes. I went over and sat on a footstool in front of her. She was a thin lady dressed in black or burgundy. She had shorter length black hair and glasses. She was very thin. Maybe my age or a bit younger. I think maybe Shirley sat down with me too. She was there to follow up with me regarding this person she had referred to me. She asked me how my session with her was and what the follow up was. I just told her that my session went fine and that I had referred her to Dr. Bl. This lady was very upset by that. I apologized and told her that I thought that was the best thing I could do for Linda. I helped her as much as I could in our session. I asked her why that bothered her. She said, "well, I wish you had referred her back to me." Well, I didn't even know who referred her to me, let alone know that it was a psychotherapist that had referred her to me. So, she kind of shrugged her shoulders and left, I think. Actually, I think I did that before the other people showed up and that's when I found out three of them had computer questions. The person that was left was Linda Coland. Before I could get to her, she was walking around looking at my shelves of books in my waiting area. One of the construction workers came up and asked me if I wanted a partial wall or anything in my office. I said "by all means." I said, "what I would really like is a full wall with a door." So, I went and was standing and talking to this Linda Coland. She climbed down from something and walked under a ladder to me. She said, "I'm doing very well. I'm doing much better." I said, "I'm so happy to hear that. Let's go into my office and sit down and talk." So she went ahead in and by then they had already put in this wall and two doors. I thought I would pull the doors shut which I tried to do. There were these white, looked like logs, in the way. I tried to move them out of the way with my foot but they were too heavy. So I bent over and moved them out of the way with my hands. I pulled the doors shut but they wouldn't meet. There was a six-inch gap. I said, "Oh, look at that. That's such a shame. That's alright, we'll just leave them like that for now." I went in and sat down to talk with her. (1030 words) 10/21/2001) AOL All-nighter All I remember is that this dream seemed to go on for a very long time. I would wake up and go right back into it. It was very frustrating. I was trying to get something to work on my AOL and couldn't figure it out. I think I was trying to get the icons to show up on my Buddy List. (64 words) 10/27/2001) I can't separate out if this is a recurring theme throughout the night or if it is all one dream. I did my weekly housekeeping on my computer last night before I went to bed. It felt like a very restless sleep. (42 words) 10/27/2001) Cleaning Up the Computer All night long these different computer tasks were going through my head, making choices from the menus. Fixing problems, etc. Very annoying. Makes me feel like I didn't sleep at all. (35 words) 10/27/2001) Feeling Insignificant or Less Important I went to see Alice S to ask her a couple of questions. I can't get a sense of the building I was in. Normally I would be either in the grade school, church offices, or in Shalom House. This was more like a very large, 3-4 story school or. . it reminds me of Goodman Hall at BU. I went into Alice's office. It was very tiny and uncomfortable to me because it was so small and crowded. It had her desk and some shelves and filing cabinets, two sitting chairs with a table between them and another very small desk also. Alice was in there. I had asked her something and she was printing a copy or getting a paper for me or for someone else. I'm not sure. The gentleman that works in her office at that very small desk was working at his laptop computer. His name was Scott. He closed it up and left. For some reason I had the sense that he wasn't going to be working there anymore. I asked Alice what happened to Scott. She said, "shh," like we shouldn't talk about it or something. I sat down in one of the chairs while I was waiting for her. She sat down at her desk and another man came in and started talking to her. He completely ignored me or didn't even see me there. He was standing right in front of me with his back to me and started asking her something. Then he left and a woman came in and actually closed the door behind her. She said, "hi boss. Can I have ten minutes of your time?" This was an older woman. She looked at me but completely ignored me and didn't say a word to me. Finally Alice looked at me apologetically and said, "would you mind?" I said, "why don't you give me one of your cards and I'll email you." My tone of voice showed my frustration. I was searching around her desk to pick up a card but I couldn't find one. She said, "no, why don't you call me because I wouldn't want this to get lost among a bunch of emails. I said, "fine" again with the tone of voice. I was very perturbed that I had been there and these other people came in and ignored me and I was the one that kept getting put off. I went ahead and left. I was trying to find my way out of this building. There was also a young boy who seemed to be trying to find his way out as well. I don't know what happened to him as the dream progressed. I finally thought, "if I go to the basement I will know my way from there." I went to the basement and then I started going up these escalators. They were not normal escalators but only 1/3 or _ as many steps as a normal one and they seemed to move a bit differently as well. These made me even more uncomfortable than the ones in waking life do. It was like you had to move especially quickly and carefully at the top to get off. I finally got up to this one floor and for some reason I got a wheelchair and was pushing it. I had to get through this one area and had these lines of people like you might see at a bank if there were many tellers and each had their own line. In every line there was at least one person sitting in a wheelchair and I had to get across the front of these people. Most of the people in the wheelchairs were being very nice about it. They had to back up a bit to make room for me to get through with this empty wheelchair. I kind of brushed up against a couple of them and apologized. I finally got through. For some reason it seems that I took the empty wheelchair just so I could get through. Someone asked me to take this woman in a hospital bed to her new room. She was being transferred to another room. I must have been at SVH. I realized later in the dream that I was. They didn't tell me what floor this woman needed to go to and she didn't know either. I stopped at this one place that was kind of like a snack bar window. I asked if they could make a call to find out where she was supposed to be. The manager was being very uncooperative. One of the male employees asked the manager if it was okay to offer the patient some free ice cream. He said that was fine and asked her if she would like some. She said yes so the employee gave her some vanilla soft serve ice cream in a cardboard bowl. I sat her up in her bed and she was eating her ice cream. While we were sitting there these younger adults came up. I thought I recognized the one lady but I didn't say anything. They were relatives of this woman in bed. They were surprised to see her and they chatted for a little while. Somewhere around this point in the dream she told me that she was fine and was actually there to do volunteer work. I don't know why she was in this hospital bed. I said, "well, I'll tell you what though. Let's have you stay in the bed that way we will be able to get through these different floors without people questioning us. It will be easier for us to go through the various places in the hospital to find out where you are supposed to be." She agreed to that. I then said, "let's start at the third floor because that makes most sense to me as far as a place to start." After she finished her ice cream and finished talking to her relatives I had her lay back down and I took her up to the 3rd floor. I went through a couple of departments and a couple of them said that this patient wasn't theirs. At one point we went into this one area like a small pharmacy. I was having trouble maneuvering this bed around in there because the aisles were so narrow and short. While we were in there a doctor came running in yelling "tube, tube, tube." He ran in and pulled a tube in a plastic wrapper off the shelf, ripped it open and just dropped the wrapper, and ran back out and down the hall. There were maybe 4 or 5 more doctors who came running down the hall towards us. They had blood all over them and some medical things in their hands. I thought they were running in to us. But I guess they decided they didn't need to. They calmed down and ran around and said yes he was breathing okay and the tube was clear or something like that. They went back and she had a concerned look on her face. I said don't worry, it will be okay. They won't have you volunteering any place that is really uncomfortable for you. The doctors that had blood all over them had splattered blood all over her face. I took a towel and gently wiped it off, I recall the most being on her forehead. We went on working our way to some departments trying to find where she was supposed to be. I came across a large male black nurse. I asked him if he could tell me where the admissions office is for this area. He told me where to go. I headed over there. I saw a nurse sitting by a desk. There was a very small newborn -- maybe a preemie -- next to her. I think it was in an incubator. She was on the phone. When she got off the phone I explained why we were there and that this lady was really fine. I had kept her on the bed so we could get through the various departments to find out where she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be volunteering. The nurse was very nice. She was a younger black female nurse. While we were waiting for her to get off the phone I was wondering if this was the new pediatric unit that SVH has been building, or if it was the new pediatric sleep center. At that point the nurse said the lady could get out of bed and she would take care of it from there. I could just take the bed out. I headed out with the empty bed and came across this male nurse again. He said he was on his way to put back another empty bed so I could just follow him. I jokingly said, "oh, you were supposed to give me a ride now." He just laughed. He went really fast and I couldn't keep up with him so I was practically running to keep up with him. I guess staff thought I was playing with the empty bed or something because they were all looking at me and grinning. I saw Dr. C at the end of the hall so I aimed it at him like I was going to run into him. When I got up to him I stopped to say hello. His hair was completely gray in this dream. He spoke very briefly, but friendly. Just not what I expected after not seeing him for a year. I thought he would seem more happy to see me. I just chalked it up to him being either very busy or in one of his moods. Either way this is how he would have acted so I didn't take it personally. (1656 words) 11/24/2001) I was on my go-cart/bicycle/car. I will call it my car from here because that is what I was calling it in the dream. I was going to St. Joe. I picked up several of my relatives on the Harris side of the family. I remember that Allen was one of them but I don't remember who the others were. They got on behind me like they were one behind the other as if on a motorcycle. We were going for a drive but I don't remember where we were headed. I was going up a hill and I was having difficulty getting up the hill. I remember Uncle H using his feet to help us get up this hill. I am sitting in Dr. Da' office. Mom and Dad were there with me. I had an 8am appointment. Dr. Da is a dentist. We sat there. We kept waiting and waiting all day long until almost 4pm. I finally asked while we were still waiting and he said that he didn't show that we had an appointment. I said I had just made the appointment two months ago and that I had made it for first thing in the morning so the rest of the day I could have free. I was upset because I had now lost the whole day. He didn't even apologize. He just said that I didn't have an appointment and it wasn't in his books. He didn't have anything computerized. He just had a paper appointment book. I thought it might be the receptionist fault -- that perhaps she didn't write it down in the book when we spoke. He asked me if I had a specific problem and I said that I did. I've had this tooth that I lost a filling and it's been bothering me for a long time. He said I could schedule another appointment. When I scheduled the last time the soonest I could get in was two months later and now I was going to have to wait another two months. I was very upset because Mom and Dad thought that I had screwed up. They thought that maybe I had written it down wrong or something. Then there was some discussion about my taking the relatives for a ride in my car and how inappropriate that was. Matt was with us and so was Bill. Someone from Dr. Da' office had borrowed some audiobooks or videos. First it was just one and she brought it out and gave it back to me, but later she came back with 3 or 4 more. I noticed that they were all still in their cellophane wrappers which meant they had not even watched them or listened to them. They were still brand new. I finally decided to go ahead and leave. I had some other things too. Bill was driving a pick-up truck so I put my things in the back of the truck and told Bill to go ahead and take Matt back and I would just go ahead and drive my car back MYSELF. No one HAS to ride with ME. I know there was a lot more to this but that is all I am remembering now. (540 words) 01/14/2002) Dad Died We were in my birth home or my parents new home -- I don't know which. Dad had died. The rest of us were together. Doves kept coming up to the window. We were very touched by that. But then it made me cry, too, because I missed Dad. Mom came up and comforted me. Then Bonnie and her family were going to be leaving soon and she asked me if I wanted to take a nap with Rachel. So I went in to take a nap with Rachel. Then when they were getting ready to leave I asked John about my computer. He said it wasn't done yet. I asked him when it would be and he said not for a week or so. I thought "Oh no" because all of the information I need for job hunting and for school and everything was on there. So then, they kind of hurried and started packing up. He was going to try to start working on it. I said, "no, I will find someone in Phoenix to finish it or something." I don't remember what else happened with that. We were changing Rachel's diaper and she had a big growth near her genitals and I was afraid to ask Bonnie about it. I was surprised she didn't say anything. Finally she did. She was frustrated because the doctor's weren't acting concerned or anything. (235 words 02/17/2002) I was in Wal-Mart and was looking for a computer keyboard with a touchpad mouse in the keyboard. One of the associates was. It looked like we were either in the toy or the hardware section. We found a black keyboard with half of what I was looking for attached to it. The shelf was coming away from the wall. The associate said they didn't have the rest of it. I was looking back behind that shelf to see if it had fallen down there. She took me to the front and was going to ask so I carried it with me but they didn't have the rest of it so I just gave it to her. I was going to leave and as I was getting ready to leave there were displays that I thought was computer equipment so I stopped to look there to see if they had one but they didn't. They had all of these black plastic cases. Kind of like a case that you would carry a slide projector or something in. They were all different sizes. I went outside and there was a construction company working on the parking lot. They wanted hardly any cars in the parking lot. They had piles of tar here and there that they hadn't smoothed out yet. I was trying to drive around them and stay out of their way. It seems like I did this twice but I don't know why. I don't remember a whole lot of the dream. One time my car was more like a clothing rack on wheels [steel pipe like I used at Ladies Fashions when preparing merchandise for the sales floor.] I had to use it kind of like a skateboard. I was trying to go around these piles of tar and stay out of the way of the work trucks. At one point I saw Susan A. She said something to me about an event coming up or something. That's all I remember. (318 words) 03/30/2002) The New Roommate I took in a new roommate. She was a black woman about my age. During the day she babysat children here in our apartment for a living. She was also a very good cook. She had people over for meals. I said this would work out great because I don't like to cook. We decided that she would do all the cooking in exchange for me cleaning the bathrooms. For some reason I headed upstairs to my bedroom. She had gotten rid of all of my furniture and personal items, everything that I had hanging on the walls. She had replaced it all with all of her own things. It was all an African-American motif. She had even had some remodeling done without my knowledge. I was very upset by this. Partially because we hadn't discussed this but also because she got rid of all of my things. She simply took over all the space and left no space for Matt or me. When I went back downstairs I realized that she had done it there as well. I was speaking with one of her relatives. This relative said it just wasn't right that she had done that and I was just going to have to break our agreement and tell her that she was going to have to move out. The relative said she wouldn't change -- that it would be her way or no way with her. I told her and she was very upset but she got all of her things out right away. I don't know if I hired an attorney or what. Someone heard about what had happened and had gotten different stores to give me all new furniture, new carpet. It was beautiful cherry wood furniture. The latest in technology -- radios, TV, computer, etc. Some of her relatives stayed around and was helping me get settled. They were very nice. They felt very bad about what this woman had done to me. When they got ready to leave they all hugged me, wished me well, and apologized again for this woman's behavior. (352 words) 05/27/2002) The Dreams Must Be Easy to Reference Someone, a female, was organizing the books on my bookshelves. She was putting them in order by author, mixing in my dream books with all the others. I told her I wanted the dream books separate, on the shelves nearest the computer. [Once again, waited too long to journal. In waking life I have four sets of bookshelves in my home office. I keep all of my dream books on the one nearest my computer. In fact, 4 of the five shelves are nothing but dream books.] (47 words) 06/24/2002) I was with my classmates. I don't know where we were but it was really cold. The places that we were to sleep in were like long rectangular, or long cubes may be the best way to describe it. Long hollow squares. Several of us would sleep in each one, two deep and two high and two across, eight of us. These were outside. Because it was so cold we had to dress really warm. It was kind of like a survivor show. We left one at a time. About half of us were left and I was still there. I was thinking that I had a good chance of being the last one to go because I get along well with everyone and I don't cause a lot of problems. There was something about laptop computers. Carmen and Jules were both still there. (142 words) 08/07/2002) I was sitting at a computer, looking for a place to live in Cleveland. It was as though I had an arial view of the city. I think I was using the mouse to move around and get different views, different angles, or maybe see different parts of the city. I was now in the air moving over the city, moving around the city. Homer Simpson was now with me. We were looking over the city and I was thinking that it wasn't such a bad city. I noticed some of the architecture. I thought some of the buildings were very cool. One building in particular looked like the whole thing was a fountain. It had water running down the sides of the building. I think it was a hospital. There was something about a motorcycle in this. (138 words) 08/08/2002) Jo V moved in with me at 2am one morning. I didn't realize that she had until someone told me. It seems as though I went to the backroom, of the show Cheers. Carla came back. It was really a mess. There was stuff everywhere, stuff all over the floor, paper all over the floor. I was trying to clean up and Carla was trying to help me. There were playing cards all over the floor. She was picking them up and putting them together. I said, "No. No. There are different kinds so we have to sort them by deck." We started sorting them. Now we were in this large house. It was an older house, very cool house, with many rooms. I went to this one room that was being used for storage. I could hardly get the door open. There were all kinds of Mickey Mouse and Walt Disney things in there. I thought it was very cool. I suggested to someone that we should use it to create a "Mickey Mouse Room" or something like that. When I heard that Jo had moved in, I went back to that room with the intention of clearing it out for Jo to move into. She had already done that. It looked very nice. She had set up her computer equipment in a big, open room. It had three tables, set together in u formation. She had at least one very unusual piece. It was a rectangular computer screen [I think]. Very long but not very high. There were several children in this dream. Jo and I were showing them something on the computer. There was something about these children needing to go to bed or go to sleep or something. There was also something about criminals. Maybe they once owned the house and were now trying to get it back but weren't able to. At one point in the dream I may have been a teenager. I wanted to go someplace or with someone and was being told I couldn't. I was figuring out how I was going to sneak out and do what I wanted. I had this picture in my mind, being in the backyard of this house. The driveway curves around, up and goes to the back. I enter into a side door to go change my clothes or something. There was also something about bars on the windows and about Matt moving out of the house to go to school. (415 words) 08/13/2002) Email from Bill In my dream I received an email response from Bill C to an email that I had sent him earlier today in waking life. (27 words) 09/05/2002) The Long Train Ride Matt and I were on a train. He was younger than in waking life -- maybe 9 or 10 years old. The train was headed south. We were sleeping. The cars we were on were more like carrier cars -- long, flat, and narrow with no structure to them -- no walls, seats, etc. I thought they were probably too narrow for Matt and I too lay side by side so he was lying ahead of me. At times I was in a semi-waking state. I could hear them making announcements and such. They were talking about various trains in the south, and their appeal to families for vacations because of their "childlike" nature. They were designed to look like various animals and characters. They were also talking about an upcoming trip that was $900 for 8 days [or nights]. I thought this was a great deal and maybe something I would be able to afford if things go well will my job. At first I was thinking it would be $900 for the both of us then I realized that was silly for me to think that, that of course it would be $900 for each of us. Still the idea appealed to me. At that point I fully woke up and was looking around me and wondering where we were. I saw a professional football team practicing. Their uniforms were gold and maroon and they were called the cougars. A little while later I saw another football team practicing. Their shirts were maroon and they were also called the cougar. I saw one member of the flag corp with a flag. As they moved the flag into an upright position I could see that it said, "Gould High School." At first I thought this was the same team as the first, but later realized they were two different teams. The train seemed to go through factory lots and such. It was in one such lot that the train ride ended. I realized we had a problem because this was not where we wanted to be. I saw a man walking around on the grounds so I got his attention and asked him where we could catch another train. He headed to a door to an UAW building. I told Matt to walk faster because we didn't want to lose this guy. We didn't seem to have any luggage or anything. We entered through one of a set of glass double doors. It was a very large [typical for a factory] room with shiny, clean grey floors. At the end of the room I could see doors to two small rooms or offices. The guy pointed down that way. At first I wasn't sure which door he was pointing to and then I saw a woman stand up from behind a desk. I recognized it as the same type of setting I had been in before regarding this train trip. Matt and I went to that office. I walked in and asked where we could get on the next train headed north. She typed into her computer and then said, "Kilamanjaro" and pointed out a window to her left, our right. I asked how soon and got the impression it would be leaving very soon. I clarified and tried to get her to tell me clearly where we needed to go. She and/or I repeated something about Kilamanjaro one or two more times. I had the sense that where we needed to be was about ten minutes away. I was wondering where our luggage was, if we had any, and where our tickets were. I thought that I should probably have kept the tickets on my person. [At this point I felt as though I was half-awake in waking life. I thought I was just lying in bed reviewing and remembering the dream, because I could hear my alarm clock playing. It had been playing for a half-hour or so. I didn't get up to turn it off because I knew I didn't really need to get up that early today. I make this note because it was very odd and I'm not sure how to explain it. I recorded the dream clearly as I recall it, yet when I was still in bed, I was thinking about the dream and near the end was thinking "this is going to be a problem, not knowing if we have luggage, if we do, where is it and how are we going to get it, where are our tickets, etc." Yet, I wasn't upset or panicked. I just realized that there was a problem. Maybe I wasn't upset because I also realized it was a dream. I just don't know right now how better to explain this.] (617 words) 12/07/2002) I was in a museum. I was looking at a computer, typing something up about this museum, like a description. I was describing this one room that was about this one guy. There was something about his own music. I was retyping it to say that this organ was playing this man's music. 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