Date of dream: Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I was in San Frnacisco with my brothers and our old college friends. We went to the penthouse apartment of one of the
guys we used to go to school with. B_____ was joking with me about something when the whole building seemed to start
up like a giant vehicle. Our friend was driving it out towards San Francisco bay harbor! We approached the water, and I
looked south, off to my right. The city appeared to be in flames -- and they're weren't any skycrapers present.
"What's going on?" I asked the driver of the building.
"We've gone back in time," he replied. "What you're seen there is the old San Francisco earthquake of the last century."
Vast smoke cloud rises above San Francisco at 2:30 p.m.
on the first day of the Great Fire following the Great Earthquake, April 18, 1906.
Then we seemed to be passing old-fashioned houses on the right. They would have been mistaken for cookie-cutter style
apartment buildings of our day, except they all seem to have some art-deco elements embedded in the stucco of their
front walls.
The pilot/friend told us we were going to the place in the water where the earthquake originated (?? -- I thought the old
San Francisco earthquake originated on land, on the San Andreas fault --??). Soon we were over water, and I woke up.
Date of dream: Sunday, May 04, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I walked through a historic district of San Francisco, that had been restored and converted into stylish shops and large
open areas. A couple was just ahead of me. A young man in a suit whispered loudly to his friend, a woman dressed in
business attire, about someone else's relationship problem.
"Oh, this is a soap," I told myself and continued following them. They walked through a double set of old-fashioned
glass-paned doors. As the two sides swung shut, I spotted the ocean just a short distance away. I watched the waves
crashing onto the rocks near the shoreline for a few moments.
A remembrance of a feeling of a deep love for the sea welled up within me. In slow motion, I floated up into the air like a
ghost and passed through the glass without disturbing it, as if it was made of liquid. Orchestra music, faint at first, started
up and quickly became spirited and almost synchronized with the motion of the swells of the water.
As I floated closer to the water's edge, I vaguely noticed that I'd turned into a young woman in a brown dress from the
1700's with modest, maroon bustles on the hips. My dark, slightly auburn hair was long, but slightly gathered up so that
loops of it brushed my shoulders.
I began to sing words in some other language in a beautiful, strong voice that was not my own. I held the high notes like
a Italian opera singer, keeping perfect time with the music. I was belting them out with such feeling that I began to feel
pain in the very center of my being. But it wasn't the effort of singing that was hurting me, for it was coming to me so
naturally that I didn't even have to think about it. Rather, it was my deep love of the ocean that had been so intense that
it now caused me to ache to think about it. Also, a dull memory began to surface that I had, perhaps in another lifetime,
spent most of my life out on the sea.
A tall ship with an unusually high number of sails slowly passed by. The sails were open and catching a breeze, but they
were each made of so much material that not all of it had even been let down from the spars that branched out from the
masts.
