Sci-fi Dreams

In the one dream, there are tunnels and each one is a different place or world. I’ve gone into several of them already and now i’m standing at the mouth of one of these tunnels trying to decide which one to enter. I wake up (inside the dream) and make a note to remember the dream so i can write it down. Unfortunately i don’t remember any of the tunnel dreams, just that it was cool as hell.

The last dream i remember, i can’t tell if i’m in the dream or watching a movie. It seems real, i feel very tense. A man and woman are walking along a short hallway in a dimly lit house. I see a kind of wavering in the air like a mirage effect. I know it’s something bad but don’t know what it means. The couple continues walking through the place and into the kitchen. There are other people in there, a couple of men and another woman. The wavy air goes into the other woman. She becomes unstable like her molecules are unraveling. It’s some kind of possession and the rest of the people know they have to get out. As they’re running back out through the hall from the beginning part, a phone on a table in the hall rings. The man picks it up even as the other people are running to an SUV parked on the street. The woman waits for the man, curious who is on the phone. It’s the man’s ?mother but the woman (i think her name is Carol) realizes it’s a trick of the wavy air and screams for him to hang up the phone. Just as she does, the wavy air comes through the line and a nose comes out of the receiver and sticks on the mans face on his cheek. He hangs up the phone and the couple runs to the SUV. One of the other men in the SUV is a ??. He has a face like a bulldog – very big and square, like a Russian gangster or something. He grabs the face of the man with a second nose and does something that somehow consumes the nose off the one mans face and puts it on his own. He immediately puts his face up to a device that reminds me of the eye machine that the ophthalmologist uses to get an idea of how your vision is. The thing with the hot air balloon…. anyways, he puts his face up to that machine thing and the nose/entity is sucked into the machine. All the people heave a sigh of relief and they take off.

Those were extremely cool dreams even though i hardly remember most of what happened in them. I do know i was enjoying the dreaming.

I said “No” to Disney!?

I’m on the edge of Disney property on vacation in Orlando. I can see some of the taller rides and the castle behind the stone wall. I tell ?? that i don’t want to go there right now because i know i will be vacationing there in a few months and i want us to do other things on this vacation.

In awake life i think there’s NO WAY i wouldn’t visit Disney if i was right there! But maybe, if i was doing some other fun thing i love. But really. There’re not a lot of places i love more than Disney and not a lot of things i enjoy doing more than riding on Peter Pan’s Flight and Splash Mountain. But perhaps something i love more is possible and i just haven’t discovered it yet.

This is my dreaming mind advising me “Everything in its own time” Well, whatever is supposed to happen better hurry the hell up! Everything in its own time. Bah.


Oh yeah!! Call back to an earlier flying dream. In the World (of Warcraft) my druid character learned how to shapeshift into a bird and can fly over dangerous spots! It doesn’t feel as good as really flying (in dreams) but it’s fucking rad! I wish i did have a flying cape.

Vallemar Station and Rockaway Beach

I’m in Pacifica on vacation. I’m staying in Sharp Park (not sure) but decide to ride my bike to Rockaway Beach and maybe stop by Vallemar Station for lunch if it’s still there. It’s a beautiful sunny day (unusual for Pacifica) and the scenery along the coast is gorgeous. All blues and greens. I come to a busy intersection and realize i’m going to have to get into the traffic in order to get through the light. There’s nobody behind me on the road i’ve been one so i wait until the cars coming from my left have cleared and my light turns green and the other on the road i need to be on turns red. I glide across the intersection over into the right lane and find an empty space sort of in front but off to the side of a beige colored VW Bug that’s second in line at the light. The man driving the car is pissed and yells out his window “Why did you get in front of me?!” I explain that i need to get through the intersection too but won’t hold him up any because he can push me through the intersection. He doesn’t understand what i’m talking about so i show him how i can hold on to his fender and use his engine power to get me through the intersection without holding slowing him down. He doesn’t get it so i take my hand off his fender and get ready to pedal through the intersection when the light turns green. The intersection at the light reminds me of an intersection somewhere along Holly Springs or Penny Road maybe. It’s rural. There is a cute cottage-like house on each of the two corners to my right and fields of some kind of crops on my left. Grain on one side and something green on the other. Maybe soybean.

When the light turns green i try to hurry to get through the light quickly so i don’t hold up traffic. As soon as i’m through the light, i’m alone on the road again and coast around a bend. The ocean is to my right and i know that Vallemar Station should be up ahead. I pull into a little enclosed shopping center (like a tiny mall). I ride through it. I don’t recognize it but there’s a pretty lady with platinum blonde hair wearing a silk dress (she’s very fancy – sort of Marilyn Monroe-ish) standing in a doorway like the person that takes reservations and i wonder if that’s Vallemar Station. I think about stopping to get something to eat but i’m not sure so i keep riding through the little mall. When i get to the end, there’s a post office, then i’m out the door and on my way. I hear a ‘pop’ and worry that i’m going to have a flat tire but they don’t look flat so i keep riding. I wonder if i need to call ?Sharon to see if she wants to meet me for lunch at Vallemar Station but decide to get to Rockaway to watch the surfers and see the waves crashing against the rocks. I wonder if the A&W is still there or that little sandwich shop and i feel very content.

It was so nice to dream being there without any of the stress parts that usually accompany those dreams. I sure would like to visit Pacifica again. One of these days maybe.

jewels and feathers

First dream, i’m going through my piles of jewelry with Scott. I pull out a heavy silver chain that has fossilized coral intertwined in the chain and a large polished and faceted tear-drop shaped lemon yellow Citrine hanging from it. Scott asks “Don’t you have another necklace like that?” and i tell him that i have one that's similar but it doesn’t have the coral and the stone is ?? (not Citrine but i can’t remember what kind now - purple maybe. Amethyst? ). I tell him that the other necklace and stone is from ?Kansas but the one i'm holding with the coral is from Utah. You can tell because that’s where volcanic coral is found. As i'm telling him all that i realize i have a third necklace of the same design but with yet another type of gem.

In the dream, i’m asleep in my bed and i wake up and need to go pee. I’m naked and don’t want to walk out of my room like that so i put on a really thick plush bathrobe. It’s a man’s robe and way too big for me but i’m just going across the hall so it doesn’t matter. After i pee i return to my room but now the ceiling is gone and it’s just blue sky with a few cirrus clouds as far as i can see. A flock of white birds is coming towards me. I see that four of the birds are carrying a large flat rectangular object. They’re having difficulty staying with the rest of the flock because the thing they’re carrying keeps getting caught in the wind and blowing them off course. The flock lands all around me and i continue to watch the four struggle with their burden. Finally, the four land with the object and i see that it’s a very beautiful wall hanging made of fine filaments (spider silk?) overlaid with dazzling white feathers. The wind starts to carry it off and i grab it before it can get away. It’s got a fine suede tie at one end and i realize it’s a cape. I decide to put it on over the over-sized robe. Mom tries to stop me, saying it’s not a good idea but i tie it around my neck anyways and fly up into the sky. The feeling of flight is, as always, the most wonderful feeling. "White bird in a golden cage, alone." I’m soaring higher and higher above power lines and buildings. My goal is to get outside of the dome that encloses everything but just as i get to the top, the opening there closes but it’s okay because there’s still miles and miles of sky to explore. "White bird must fly or she will die..." I descend away from the dome roof and fly over trees in a city park. Then i really wake up and really do have to pee.

It’s been awhile since i’ve flown in a dream! And i’ve never had a “cape” for flying. Usually i just fly. The cape was fabulous though. The feathers were so white, as were the birds in the flock. There was also a kind of inner glow that made them seem like golden light infused them so the white really stood out in the dream. Best feeling dream i’ve had in a while. Maybe something special is going to happen.

Nothing is real

The dream feels like it’s unfolding on two levels. On one level, i’m sitting in the family room watching it on television like it’s a movie and on the other level, it’s happening to me in real time. The setting is a series of rooms – living room, kitchen/dining room, great room, upstairs. It looks like a doll house or a movie set. From my “watching” dreaming perspective, i can see every room at one time and can see the interaction between all characters at once. Also from this perspective, the “movie” has a threatening undertone and i would call it a ‘scary’ drama. Into the dream….

I’m returning home after being away for a long time. My “family” includes a dad, two younger brothers and a younger sister. The ‘sister’ is the eldest of the group. There’s a “mother” presence but i never see her, i only hear her voice from another room occasionally. I enter the house through the place where a door should be but is really just an open space. It’s like a house cut in half sort of. I enter directly into the kitchen dining room. I walk through that room, through the living room and am heading into the great room towards the staircase when giant rocks begin to hurl at me from a catapult in the living room. The rocks are huge – maybe twice the size of a common cinder block. I run back into the kitchen where the ‘kids’ are, freaking out. The youngest boy tells me that ‘dad’ is crazy and keeping them all prisoner in the house. The only way i can get out is to complete the ‘tests’ he’s set up around the house. I see a bunch of wires coming out of the wall. If i connect them properly it will cause the television to come on in the living room, which will be a cue to allow me to enter that room. There are so many wires and i really don’t know what to do with them but i plug one into a large speaker. I hear the speaker crackle a little. Now i focus on the children. I feel special affection for the youngest boy – he’s maybe eight or so. I rumple the hair on his head and a lot of it comes off in my hand. I turn to the other boy, about eleven-ish, and rumple his hair. A big clump of his hair also comes off in my hand. I realize that ‘dad’ is starving them by only letting them eat junk food. The kitchen table is a large, made of unfinished lumber and bare except for empty Doritos bags and plastic pudding containers. I realize i have to get the kids out of there to a restaurant so they can eat nutritious food. We pile into my car. It’s an SUV that is so sunburned the paint is worn off in some places and it’s just primer. Inside, the car is pretty worn out too - coils of wire showing in some of the seats - but it starts right up. We drive up some roads to a town and we go into a ?Roy Roger’s restaurant. It’s got a western feel and fences separating tables covered in red and white checked table cloths. I tell the kids to stay at the table while i get in the line to get food. I’m pretty sure it’s Roy Rogers. When i put the food on the table – bucket of chicken and sides - the kids tear into it. I’m glad they’re eating because i have to take them back to the house and i want them to have enough food in them to keep them full for a while because i don’t know how long it will take me to complete the ‘test’. Now we’re back in the house. I’m holding the large clump of wires in my hand trying to understand how they fit into the puzzle. It seems like there are more wires than “receivers’ so i’m looking at the colors wondering it i need to match them to their plugs that way. As i’m thinking this, the ‘dad’ comes around the open corner of the house outside the kitchen where the kids and i are and taunts me that i’ll never be able to figure it out. He seems like he might be drunk and he’s obviously crazy and mean. It makes me mad and i randomly plug in a green wire and hear the television in the next room come on. I give him a look of triumph and stroll along the open “hall” into the living room.

That’s all i remember. Not a pleasant dream. Poor kids. I was happy to wake up from it.

the shadows lengthen

In the dream, i enter my work building. People are milling around in the lobby and the atmosphere has a festive feel to it. There are DHHS people that i've worked with for years among the people celebrating but when they see me they get quiet and head in a different direction like they're avoiding me. I feel like an interloper. Then i see the words IT’S IN on the bottom line of the directory board and realize that CSC has built the new system and it’s up and running. I have mixed feelings. I’m glad for them because i know how good it feels to implement something so big that’s eaten up the majority of your life for so long but i’m also a little sad because i see clearly (the writing’s on the wall!) that my job will soon come to an end. One of the CSC people that used to work for EDS makes a comment about me coming to work for them but i explain that i’d only come back to EDS to work through the end of the contract and it had already been longer than i’d anticipated.

Intellectually, i know that my job will end but this is the first time i’ve had any indication that it’s on my mind subconsciously. I’ll cross that confounded bridge when i find it. The future is nothing but darkness to me from where i stand in the Now. I expect that as i get closer to that change point there’ll be signs of light around all the doors that potentially will open for me. Or maybe the dream is showing me that if i pay attention there are already chinks of light appearing. Hmm. Nothing says i HAVE to stay through to the end of this contract. I made that agreement with people who aren't even on the contract any more. Interesting point of view, dreaming mind. I will continue to trust that the Universe will take care of my Future.

Don't Panic!

I don’t remember what leads up to this point in the dream, but i’m out and about and run into WayneM. He’s driving up to DC for a business meeting and i decide on the spur of the moment to go with him. I remember being in the passenger seat of his truck or SUB. We're driving on a highway and going pretty fast. Uneventful trip. I might be riding in a bus some too. We get to the “station” and i realize i don’t have my purse or any identification on me, no money or credit cards, AND my phone battery is in the yellow and i doubt there’s enough juice to call anybody for help. I ask Wayne if he will loan me some money so i can grab the bus back home. I check the bus schedule. It's now 7:30 pm and realize i’ve arrived ON the last bus for the day and there won’t be another going back until 7:30 am. I think i could take an airplane home because it’d be only an hour trip but i don’t have an ID. Wayne indicates that he might want to fly back too and will meet me in the morning. I’m beginning to feel a sense of panic because i can tell that Wayne isn’t going to put himself out to help me. He makes a phone call to a hotel and tells me they’ll be expecting me and leaves to go check in to his hotel. I get to the hotel he called for me (it’s the one i’ve been to before in dreams and is attached to the airport) and go in a room. I’m wondering how i’m going to pay for the room or get home. Morph into another dream…

I’m at somebody’s house in a subdivision. The lawn is green and recently mowed. There are some guys washing a car on the cement driveway. I park my car on another part of the cement driveway and go into the house. It’s Betty’s house and Bobo is in the kitchen filling a glass with water. I say hello to him and go up the hall to see if Betty is around. I can’t find her and go outside and sit in my car. I put the windows down about halfway and a breeze of nice fresh air blows through my car. My purse is in my car so i take it into the house. I’m telling Scott about going to DC with Wayne and not having any identification of money and how annoyed i was that Wayne wouldn’t help me even though i know that that’s just how he is. Scott is sympathetic. I see out the window that the sky is dark and it looks like it’s raining. I think i should go out and close the windows on my car and get my purse and realize i already have my purse. It’s not raining hard so i decide not the close my car’s windows. Wake up.

Yikes. That’s the kind of experience that’ll send me into a panic in awake life. No ID, no money, all alone. I’m charging my phone right now! Being lost and alone and without any money is my irrational fear.

Peaceful Paradise

I’m in some sort of ?resort. It’s very nice. Lot’s of wood and stone and water. A kind of Zen retreat or monastary-like place maybe. Learning center? I and a few other people (i don’t know who they are now and i’m not certain that i knew them in the dream either) have been invited to a private concert by two different bands. One band is more piano oriented and kind of jazzy. The other band is drum and pipe oriented and the musicians are Indians (the North America kind). There’s a woman that is running the event. She has shortish dark hair and is pretty in an old fashioned kind of way. The event, for being “invitation only” is very informal. The bands are set up in the middle of a large carpeted room. It might be a library. There are shelves lining the outer wall shelves at 90 degree angles to each other. Sculpture and other art works are placed throughout the room. It’s nice. I sit on the carpet right in front of the “stage” but it’s not really a stage – it’s just the space that band needs. The organizer explains that each band will play a shortened version of a song and if we like it they will play the full version. The bands will take turns.

The piano band starts with the short version of their song. It’s very good and our applause signals to them that they should play the full length version and they do. It’s very “tinkly” with piano. There is a piano player, a keyboard player, a bass player, a drummer and, the only female in the band, playing a wind instrument – it might be a flute but i don’t remember now. When the piano band finishes, it’s the drum bands turn. They start with a shortened version of a song and by our applause at the end, play the full length version. Their music is very organic. Quiet drums and wooden flutes or pipes. South American sounding. The musicians are all women and dressed in native dress. It looks like Apache to me.

After the drum band finishes, all of the audience can mill around with the band people and chat. I’m drawn to the leader of the Indian band. She’s a dark-skinned woman and looks to be my age (late forties, early fifties). I ask her “Which Tribe are you from” and she says “Navaho” and the event coordinator lady gets our attention and says “It’s time for the second act” so the band members reassemble and the audience members find places to sit. For this part of the concert i decide i want to sit on the balcony that runs around the room that i hadn’t noticed before. There are marble steps that lead up to that level and i decide that i like sitting on the steps so i do. The piano band is going to start with a short number to be followed by the full version if we like the song. I suggest to the event coordinator that maybe the bands could just play their full versions because we’re sure to like what they play. She agrees and the piano band starts with their full version.

The dream morphs and i’m in the same place but in my room. The room is like the rest of the place with lots of wood and light. There’s a small dresser in the middle of the room and, curious, i open the bottom drawer. It’s full of tiny little black birds. At rest they're about the size of a ping pong ball. When they fly they aren't much larger because their wings aren't very long. Cute as hell. A few of them fly out and are flittering around the room. There’s a window to the outside up near the ceiling sort of like a transom. I shoe some of the birds out the open window but realize that i won’t be able to get all of them out that way. I find an aluminum pie pan and lay it over the drawer to trap the other birds inside and carry the covered drawer out of my room and down a short hall to what appears to be the restaurant. It’s the same carpet that was in the concert room. A dark green-blue color like water. I see the waiters in their formal black tie suits and wonder if maybe i shouldn’t be there because i’m not dressed fancy. The restaurant is open air though and i walk down a short stair case. In the center of the restaurant is a calm blue water pool. It looks like a natural lake but i can’t see where it originates so maybe it’s just a deep cement pond. I go to the edge of the water and can see little flashes of light from what i think are gold koi fish. Holding up the drawer at head level, i remove the pie pan and give the drawer a little shake to dislodge the little birds. They fly away – a bunch of little black dots in the twilight. I’m hoping that the diners eating their meals don’t mind too much but mostly am happy that the little birds are out and free. I go back to my room and there are still birds flying around the room. I check the middle drawer and top drawer to see if maybe there are more birds. The middle drawer has rows of little birds packed nicely like eggs in a carton except there are a lot more than a dozen. Maybe two dozen. I quickly cover them with the pie pan so they won’t get out inside the room. The top drawer just has regular hotel type stuff in it – a small pad of unlined writing paper, a pen, a sewing kit…. that’s all i remember.

That was a very beautiful place and i hope i get to go visit there again sometime! The sounds and colors, the entire atmosphere of the place was so peaceful. Next time maybe i'll get to eat in the restaurant. It was a large room but the tables were all along the outside perimeter under the eave of the roof because the middle part was all water.

Two Thumbs Up!

Siskel and Ebert came to my house! It was the Manassas house because i remember when they left (in separate cars) Siskel turned left to get to the main road but Ebert started to turn right then caught his mistake because of the road sign showing a dead end and also went left. I don’t know how or why they were there but i was extremely pleased that they came to visit and we talked for a bit. I wish i could remember what we talked about. We were having some pretty heady discussions i think.

When they had to go, i walked them out to their cars and told Mr. Ebert that even though i was sorry about his cancer that took his voice, i loved him more now because i’d never realized what a fantastic writer he is. I explained to him that i’m better at writing my communications than speaking them because sometimes the meaning gets lost in the sound. He and Siskel smiled at me. I felt like i’d been given a gift.

This is the first dream in over a week that i’ve managed to salvage. I’ve had tons of dreams but upon awakening, all is gone but the memory of the dreaming. Frustrating. Dreaming, straddling the edges of realities, is possibly my favorite thing about this being "alive" thing. As for what it means to me.... i'm not sure. Siskel & Ebert are critics. Maybe they came to give me a review of my life? Or maybe Ebert, poor soul, is going to die soon? I hope not. He's pretty cool.