Date of dream: Tuesday, October 02, 2007
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I'm in a dream that goes on and on. I'm very lucid, and at one point I'm even thinking how much I'm probably going to
forget, because the longer my dreams are the more I forget. But I'm not worried about this in the least. I just let it
happen.
Suddenly I think of something to do. "Take me to the spirit of JFK, Jr.," I say, thinking that maybe while I'm in the dream
state I can contact the dead.
A strong force sweeps me up off of the pavement I'm standing on and I fly up in the air towards the clouds. Then I'm
flying up along the trunk of a huge redwood or sequoia tree. There are plants growing right out of its bark and it seems
very old.
I come to a stop in front of a nook in the tree. Inside is a whole room, and JFK, Jr. is there in a suit.
However, I immediately notice he doesn't quite look the same as he did in real life. He looks perhaps like a part Latino
version of himself.
I start talking to him [can't recall what we spoke about], and I think to myself right as we're talking, "This wouldn't be
what he'd say -- this isn't JFK, Jr., this is just a dream character."
(shift) I'm suddenly looking at the spirit of Madonna, [dream memory is strangely telling me that she died in real life].
She sees her mother laughing at her demise and is emotionally crushed. But she can't do anything, because she's a
spirit.
I'm moved by this scene, but then I wake up and realize it didn't make sense -- Madonna is still alive and, as far as I
know, her mother isn't like this in real life.
Date of dream: Saturday, March 17, 2007
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I'm in a dream that seems to have multiple "chapters." [I've forgotten the earlier ones, so here are the last three]. Each
chapter involves some kind of time travel, going back to different eons of time.
I'm flying along over some landscape, and watch the puffy clouds above me whisk by. Suddenly I am in some kind of
Islamic church. The interior seems to be decorated with copper or brass scallop-like shapes, sort of like the opera house
in Sydney, Australia. I'm surprised to see a coworker, M___, there with a female friend. Then I'm even more surprised
to see the medical director of my laboratory in real life there, too. Both of them act like they are embarrassed that I now
know they belong to the Islamic religion. I feel like I shouldn't be there, like I'm intruding on their privacy.
A sudden flurry of visual elements flying around, and I'm in a new setting ... and a different time epoch. In this new one,
I'm watching a neon marquee over a record shop. As different rock songs play over loudspeakers, the artwork for the
band playing shows up on the marquee.
Another flurry of things flying around and I've switched to a new time era. I'm watching a woman who looks like
Madonna, who's now the queen of some country. She's coming down a boulevard in a procession. I see that she is
dressed somewhat in green, but mostly in red and black. As her cart goes by, I grab a post on the back of it and hang
on. The cart picks up speed, and my feet are waving in the air behind me as I hang on for dear life. Some of her
envelopes blow off the cart and scatter in the street, and I wonder if I should save them. But it would mean letting go of
the cart, and I don't want to do that.
I wonder if I should be doing this. Doesn't she have the right to some privacy?
The cart enters a room and comes to a stop. As I get my footing on the floor, I look up and see that everything and
everyone in the room -- except for me -- has turned a monochromatic, faded green. Including her child, who is next to
her. I realize that she is the "Queen of Green," but "Green" is actually some disease that is killing her whole family.
I hug the queen, in sympathy for her suffering, and wake up.
Additional Comments:
The evening before this dream I saw the former mayor's wife on the train with her kids. We didn't recognize each other at
first, but finally did (I met them during one of their campaigns). She looks a little bit like Madonna, and the theme of the
dream seems to be sort of indicative of a fall from power, since her husband lost the race for mayor in the last election.
Date of dream: Tuesday, June 27, 2006
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I'm in a strange house sharing a room with Grandma. It doesn't occur to me that in real life she died a long time ago.
The dream goes on for a very long time, and many shifts occur. In one of the first ones, I'm flying over a city at a high
rate of speed. Then I'm interacting with people that live there.
Finally I'm aware that I'm dreaming. I let the dream go on for a very long time, knowing full well that this will cause me
to forget much of it after I wake up -- because this always happens when I do it this way. But there's something I'm
trying to remember to do that I gave myself as a lucid dream assignment, and I decide not to wake up until I remember
it.
I'm doing magical things, but I notice that they don't last -- things in the dream morph very quickly and deteriorate to
simpler, less-rendered objects. I don't recognize this as the lucid cue that I have tried to get myself to remember -- a
signal to me that I need to let the dream deconstruct even more, and perhaps reveal something more substantial and
psychic underneath.
At one point, there's a Madonna song being played as I fly along -- it's one I've never heard before (I can't remember it
now, but it was a catchy tune).
Later, I'm watching a Fourth of July celebration in colonial America. The way they celebrate it is to shoot many, many
rounds of buckshot into the river at the same location. The water hisses wherever the buckshot hits it, making the river
almost seem alive with so much striking it all at once.
Of course this might have worked for them, I think, they didn't really have money for fireworks back
then, and especially not out in some of the small towns.
Then I'm with people who I know have died. They are fun to be with, and I'm enjoying their company. I worry a little
that if I spend too much time here, I might die myself. But I dismiss the thought, because I'm having such a great time.
Strangely, one of them is my neighbor, M____, who I know is still alive. Another song pops into my head -- the words
are, "I have been Mati Hari once/I was reincarnated/weakened...."
(shift) I meet a family that has webbed feet. I look down and see that mine are now webbed, too ... I'm one of her kids.
The mother instructs us to get in the water and do what we're good at, and to just ignore how normal people make fun of
our feet.
We jump in the water and swim at breakneck speed by just barely moving our feet up and down, while they are pressed
together. I see shadows of all kinds of sharks and sea monsters go by underneath us as we swim. I realize that because
of our great speed in the water, we are in no danger of being eaten by them!
I wake up and don't move, I don't even open my eyes. My hands feel paralyzed. At the same time, they also have the
same funny feeling that I described in a recent dream -- they feel like a magnetic force is slightly pulling on them.
Finally, I move them and get up.
