Sunday, 29 June 2008

  • Of Star of David

    Last night I dreamed that I went to Bushwallers, a local bar in the area.  There was a Rabbi tending bar.  There was a piece of cake and a drink he wanted offered me to drink but I had to do something first.  He an Israeli flag over to me and pointed to the Star of David  and said, "You first have to tell me what each point of the star is for."

    I thought of the usual things....  God, Moses, The Law and The Prophets, family, mom, dad, children, friends.  I tried to work a theme, so as a result, I'd always come up short, not realizing that I had the answers within me.  I came back a second night, and at the end of the second night I still hadn't solved it, and the Rabbi looked at me and said, "Eat your cake, drink the drink... you'll feel better."  Then I woke up, but was still thinking about this and within seconds, this was my solution.

Saturday, 21 June 2008

  • Quakers and Snapping Turtles

    Last night I dreamt that I was at this Quaker Seminar.  It wasn't a religious seminar, and my mom decided to attend w/o telling me.  As I'm sitting there, I see Johm, my daughter's Sunday School Teacher and and then a little later, i see my mom walk up the steps and view the seminar from the steps.

    I forget what the seminar was about in the dream, but when it was over, I walked over to my mom.  her color was red (hard to explain).  When I asked her if she wanted to meet my daughter's Sunday School teacher, her color turned to green and she began to follow me.  We entered a back room where I thought John was.  He wasn't there, but rather we found people rummaging through old records and stuff.  My mom was saw something on the floor and I determined it to be a snapping turtle with a multicolored shell.  I told my mom to to touch it and told her that it was a snapping turtle, but she grabbed it by both of it's hind legs and dragged it out into plain view.    It turned around and tried to bite her, so I got it's attention and it started going after me.  After trying to bite me and missing a couple of times, it went after my mom, backed her into a corner and started biting her loose clothing tearing pieces off.  I decide to through an M&M at it, and it goes over and eats it, then starts chasing me (presumably because it wants more).  I go down the stairs and outside the building, and it chases me.  Soon we come to a couple of dirt crossroads where you have to navigate a certain way down a hill, because a couple of the roads end at chasms.  When we navigate through this I turn around, pick up the turtle and put it on my shoulder and start talking to it and it starts talking back to me.

    This turtle is a girl.  I ask her "Obviously you are a person who was turned into a turtle.  Why did somebody turn you into a turtle?"  She replied "I find sometimes it is better to deal with a situation than to understand why it happened.  I need to learn how to live life as a turtle."
     
    Now I'm back at my home in the dream (looks nothing like my home), and I'm faxing her all her mail, all the information she would need in life, because paper is flat and she can read it on the floor.  However, the fax on her end is having a problem where it was printing solid black on the second side and causeing jams.  I clear the jams and decide to refax the bad pages.  while I am doing this, there is a reporter outside covering this as a news story. She is standing by a dumpster where I had thown all the stuff that I had fax and need to refax.   I ignore the reporter and just decide do what I set out to do, which is retrieve the stuff I need to refax.  That is when I woke up.

Saturday, 19 January 2008

  • New Loyalties Trump Old Ones

    Last night I dreamt that I was walking down my old street to the house that I grew up in.  For some reason I was raising money for my old highschool, but that wasn't really my purpose.  I went up to the house that I grew up in, and an old lady answered, I told her who I was and  she invited me in her house and we to talk in the kitchen.    Once inside and at the kitchen, my old dog, Truffy, a miniature chocolate poodle was there.  He was deaf and blind and really old now.  I was happy to see him. I rubbed his ears, but then said why I was there.  I said, "I don't know if you recognize me, but I'm the son of the man who sold you this house.  I was wondering if you would let my daughter and I come over to go sledding down your front yard?"  I never got an answer.  At that moment, another dog appeared.  Mason is the brown pit bull in the middle of the top banner at the top of the screen.  He is currently one of my favorite dogs.  Mason appeared at my side, like he was always there, and starts sniffing Truffy, like dogs do, but I remember that Truffy probably doesn't know what is going on and can't and might not react well to Mason sniffing his butt or wanting to play.  I tell the old lady, perhaps we should put Truffy in the dining room to keep them from fighting.  There are two entrances to the dining room in my old house, and I closed one and she put Truffy through the other and closed the door.  That is when I woke up.

Tuesday, 01 January 2008

  • Issues of Spiritual Freedom

    Last night I dreamt that I went with a bunch of people to Dublin as students. It was supposed to be a trip with rules and objectives.  I went there, and I was told to enter a metal cage that floated to window outside of our hotel room..  One of the students entered the cage before me, and threw down the top of the cage in halves, thus turning it into a basket.  I had the distinct feeling that this action was looked down upon but tolerated, for now.  I entered the basket, and the basket flew around varous places in Dublin, including Trinity College where the Book of Kells and the Book of Durrow are.  The basket returned and upon our arrival we were told that a rough draft of our paper on this was due.  This paper was supposed to be on what we saw and what it meant to us spiritually.  There was resistance within the group.  Before I knew it, we were seperated away from each other so we could write this paper, and all the sudden I saw people searching the grounds were I was.  They were wearing white coats and using flashlights.  I started getting pissed.  I decided to take pictures of them with my cell, then hid my cell phone down my pants.  I then decided I was definitely not going to write this "rough draft".  I was then confronted by a woman who was one of my pastors from my youth.  It was very apparent that she wanted me to write this "rough draft".  I then responded with "This is religious freedom?  Most of us here are over 21!  This is false arrest!"  I then got up and my step-sister blocked my path.  We then started pushing against each other, which then I woke up.

    In the dream it felt like this paper was going to be "graded" on it's point of view.  I felt like I couldn't grow, and I felt judged, that I'll never be accepted.  I also felt that I'd be held to the rough draft, that there would not be a final draft.

Sunday, 15 July 2007

  • Presidental Ghost Stories

    I don't remember the details in this dream, which is unfortunate, because I think the details would have been very important.  Nonetheless, I will post what I remember.

    This was a dream where I slept and dreamt while I was dreaming.... a sleep within a sleep if you will. In my dream I remember reading a book and falling asleep.  In the "level 2" dream if you will, I dreamt that I was back in high school, and for a field trip we went to The White House and got to sit in on a Presidental Press conference. The class I was with sat in the back, and watched Tony Snow talk.  President Bush came and sat beside us to the Right.  Somebody asked a question and Tony Snow fielded it.  Tony cited the Johnson Administration in his answer.  After he was finished giving his answer, Bush got up, walked to the podium and told a ghost story.

    I had woken up into my "level 1" dream and was swearing that this had actually happened.  That I had a book that it was in.  I grabbed the book that I was reading when I fell asleep and couldn't find it and had resolved that it was just a dream.

    Then I woke up into reality.

    There was alot of discussion in the dream, and I really wish I could remember the specifics.  I don't even remember what was said in the ghost story, just that he told one.