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Ghosts in the Fifties

Date of dream: Friday, September 04, 2009

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I was in a house with perhaps 4 or 5 other women my age (early thirties) and everything, including hairstyles and dress, looked like it was the 1950s.  We were having a quiet get-together and I remember there were alchoholic drinks being drunk though I don't think I was having one.  A woman and a young girl, perhaps 10 or so, appeared out of nowhere and I understood that they were ghosts. It was a really interesting and fascinating feeling and I know we talked extensively though I don't recall any specific subjects or words. But our conversation went on for a while and I was the only one at the get-together that could see them. We were sitting in chairs in a livingroom type atmosphere. Everything was fine for a while. Then I was laying on the floor and the ghost woman and girl were hoving above me and being mean and scary. Next I was outside talking to a dark haired man and I asked if he'd seen them too and he said yes and pointed to a wall. On the wall were very vague and somewhat washed out images. One was of the Virgin Mary, in reds and greens, and another at the top was reddish orange and looked kinda like wave or a flame. I asked the guy if he was Catholic and he didn't answer. And I asked if he was a lapsed Catholic and he said yes and I reached out and held his hand. We were sitting in lawn chairs.

Next I was in a school bus and we were driving down a highway at night. Up ahead on the road was a guy I went to high school with and he was submerged in a puddle of water in the road. Only his head and shoulders were above the road. And about 5 feet in front of him was a group of animals including dogs and a deer.  The bus swerved to miss him but hit some of the animals. There was a black woman in charge of the trip we were on in the bus and I asked her where we were going and other questions and she was really bitchy and didn't want to answer.  I said that I'd call my parents and get a bunch of lawyers. The discussion got more heated and I threw a bunch of papers with my name on them out the window with the idea that cops or someone would find them and know how to find me. I got most of these papers out the window but before I got all of them out the black woman jammed a wooden pencil in my arm. It went in and came out lower down. The image in my mind is off the pencil still stuck in my arm and blood coming out of the wound.

Additional Comments:

I know I dreamed about the Virgin Mary because I was looking in a calendar yesterday and saw that her feast is coming up on the 8th. 

Two Shows and a Prayer

Date of dream: Sunday, August 09, 2009

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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First I was in a room that looked and felt like a basement living room with worn out 70s style furnishings. I remember an old yellow couch and orange throw over the back.  There was about 30 people in the room with me and we were watching/listening to a musical performance. I knew in the dream that it was Puddle of Mudd, a band I have no strong feelings for either way, but there was only a singer playing guitar and singing and one other guy and a drum tape playing. I was sitting next to my former best friend Paul. I was apparently a teenager again.  I left that room because I thought it was lame and didn't really care for the music.

I walked through what seemed to just be a normal hallway and was suddenly right next or right behind a large stage in a big stadium where there was a big rap or R&B show getting ready to go on. There were a few other people sitting around or milling about but I saw no faces.  No one questioned my being there and I leaned back a little, standing against the side of the stage.  Someone passed me a king size joint that hadn't hardly been hit at all and I took two enormous hits. I felt so happy to have some weed even if it was only for the moment. I offered it to someone next to me and they didn't want any so I offered it to someone behind and to the right of me and they apparently took a hit or two and then passed it back to me.  But before I could pass it to anyone else some black guy grabbed me, not roughly and I wasn't scared, but kind of hustled me onto the stage. I had the feeling that he wanted to smoke some of the joint I had but he didn't ask or grab for it and I didn't offer it for some reason. He held me close by his right side and spoke into the microphone over a stool and said something to the effect that I shouldn't let anyone tell me how to live my life. It was almost like he was praying. I wasn't praying; I just kept on hitting the big ass joint.

Additional Comments:

Paul ditched me when he got into drugs in high school; I've never gotten over that betrayel and the pain he caused me and that was over fifteen years ago! 

I'm not really a pothead anymore. Not because I don't want to be but because of lack of money and there's a serious availability issue. I guess I've kinda outgrown it in some ways but there are plenty, PLENTY of times when I sure could use some healing and benefits of the sacred herb.