Date of dream: Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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I'm back in art school. Suddenly, authorities come in and take our laptops. They look like CIA men, with sunglasses and
suits.
I protest loudly and, as they crack down on us even more -- herding us into small rooms where we are to be interrogated
-- I become belligerent.
It turns out they are body snatchers, I finally figure out. I look for a way to escape from them.
I crawl down a pipe that goes down a vertical shaft.
At the bottom I discover another kid hiding from them. I pass toy blocks to him through a fan assembly. Somehow,
doing this is the first step to stopping the body snatchers.
I wake up and my pulse is racing from the tension of the nightmare.
Date of dream: Thursday, June 28, 2007
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I'm in a helicopter that someone else is piloting. We zoom down low to look at a suspension bridge in a city, and just
then a UFO-like object that's shaped kind of like the top of the Superdome flies towards the bridge.
As it's passing underneath it, it morphs shape slightly as if it was actually made of liquid instead of a solid material.
I realize that the changes it's going through are to demonstrate us what we, as humans, are actually capable of if we
would but put our minds towards solving our problems and creating new technology.
I begin to cry at how backwards we are still.
"Why are you crying?" the pilot asks.
"Because of what we could be, and are not," I reply ... and wake up.
Additional Comments:
After I recorded this dream, I found out that my mother passed away. While she's been very ill for a long time, it still was a
shock and I was quite upset...so, just as in the dream, I was crying for a while today. I'm wondering if she'll try to visit me
in my dreams before she goes on to whatever the next stage of her existence is going to be.
Date of dream: Saturday, June 23, 2007
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I'm back in school again [college?]. There's a guy who is interested in me, but I'm not sure if the feeling's mutual.
We go to an information session where it's revealed to us that there are aliens among us. To prove it, three dancing
aliens come in, their arms tucked into each other's sleeves to make it look like they are Siamese twins. Other than that,
they just look human.
I say that's a cheap trick, but then I see something impossible happen -- their bodies merge into each other for a
moment and then come apart again.
My new friend tells me that I can't tell anyone -- I'll be discredited if I do. Even as he speaks, the three aliens are
returning to a completely human appearance with no sign of ever having been merged with each other.
"My poor mother," I say out loud, recalling the real life incident where she saw a UFO in 1957 and tried to tell people
about it, but suffered scorn and ridicule all her life for opening her mouth. It's something I never really understood
before -- here she saw something impossible, and she tried to tell everyone about it ... but was treated badly and
ridiculed for making such a claim. So this is what it felt like to not be believed....
I follow the man to the long, sloping hill in front of one of the dorms. He leaps on a tree swing that is hundreds of feet
long and swings out over a gorge that's a mile or so deep. He seems carefree and unafraid, but I am so nervous of how
dangerous it looks that I retreat to the dorm and watch him swinging from inside.
(shift) I'm in a hospital. Something about healing my mother of her ailments [in real life she's practically on her deathbed
right now]. To do this, I touch a fan and cause the blades to turn. As I make it turn faster and faster, I am aware of
each revolution even though it's going at quite a high speed.
I wake up and feel surprised that my dreaming mind was somehow able to register each revolution of the rapidly spinning
blades.
Additional Comments:
I wonder if I should bring up the UFO incident when I talk to my mother tomorrow on the phone. She can barely say "hi"
and "bye" at this point, but maybe if I just talk, perhaps what I'm saying will register in her consciousness anyway.
