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I'm a passenger in my own car and S____, a woman who used to be a co-worker of mine in real life, is driving. Her
mother is also a passenger in the car. S___ is someone whose husband died mysteriously in real life, and we all had our
suspicions about her because all she ever talked about at work before he died was how much she hated him. But no
charges were ever brought up. She is also someone who we thought might have multiple personality disorder, for her
mood would change very quickly and she would almost seem like a different person.
As she's driving, she starts talking about something in a slow drawl. Her eyes turn and she seem to be watching things
move off to the left in her mind's eye -- are they the things she's thinking about, I wonder? The only trouble is, as her
eyes turn the car does also, and we plunge over a cliff.
We get into an accident at the bottom, but it's not real bad because the car comes to rest in a muddy, grassy gully.
There's only a little bit of harm to the car, but nevertheless I am very angry with S___ for damaging it. The police arrive,
and there is much confusion over paperwork until the dream ends and I wake up.
I go right back to sleep, and find myself in a new dream. I'm swimming strongly in the ocean that's just south of Boston.
I'm doing the crawl, but I'm making fists with my hands and PUNCHING the surface of the water vigorously with each
stroke. I'm zooming through the water at about 30 miles per hour. A bunch of young men see me going by from where
they are wading, and one of them admires me. I realize it's not because he is gay, rather it's because he's impressed
with my athletic ability.
I wake up and go right back to sleep again.
I'm jogging in the hilly neighborhood that my parents have just moved to (they have just moved in real life, but the
location in the dream is fictional). I think how this is such a good idea for me to start up jogging again, because it's a
great way to lose weight very quickly. I go up and down the steep streets of the neighborhood, pleased with myself for
finally doing this. But then I wake up and realize I was not burning calories at all, for it was just a dream! Talk about
After I wake up the third time, I eat breakfast and go back to bed. I immediately go into a marvelous dream in which
magical gifts are imparted to me in some kind of ceremony. The strange thing is, while this is definitely the most vivid
dream of the night, I cannot remember much of it as soon as I wake up. Hours later, the good feeling of the dream is
still with me, though.
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There was a dream that came just before this one...I can't remember it, though! [after I started writing down the next
dream, though, the memory of it came back to me -- something about Mom and Dad moving up north into an apartment
with me. I was worried that Dad would think it was too small for him, but I couldn't remember any more]
I'm flying through many houses -- they're like old three-story houses, and I'm just going right through the walls as if they
were made of air. I end up in a field flying parallel to some warehouses. Then I'm flying towards a shopping mall. I
change the color of the bricks on a Wal-Mart I'm approaching from red to blue ... just by thinking about it.
I try to think of what my assignment is, but cannot recall it. I decide finally on saying, "Give me some spiritual advice."
I see black holes appear in the sky and wonder what that has to do with spirituality.
However, I'm suddenly back in the three-story house and floating up near the ceiling. There is a placard attached to the
ceiling that's quite a detailed list of what kind of food I should eat, and how I should prepare it (I couldn't remember what
it said after I woke up, though). This surprises me -- is this so important to spirituality? I get a flash in my mind --
Eating dead animals is gross and not very spiritual.
I'm shocked at this thought, because I have never
gotten such a disgusting feeling about being a meat-eater before (even though I was raised vegetarian!).
Then I am somehow observing myself as an older man, just living out my life as kind of an ordinary laborer -- maybe a
construction worker in the 1800s. It occurs to me that this is the kind of life I enjoy the most. Just doing my job and
Another sudden flash occurs to me -- I'm not a "socialite" kind of person! A lot of other gay men are -- in fact,
sometimes I wonder if it isn't a requirement -- but I was just meant to be a more or less quiet person that doesn't have a
large circle of friends (this still made a lot of sense to me after I woke up!...I have to think about it some more).
There is some kind of car accident. I find myself waking up, but I can't move. I can barely perceive that my pants are
half on and half off. Embarrassed, I struggle to pull them up. They are nice dress slacks, and they seem familiar to me
(but they didn't once I woke up). I realize that I was severely injured in the accident and I'm just regaining
consciousness. I look at my right arm and see that it's all bandaged up. I moan with despair. How badly am I hurt?
Was Mom driving? Was that why we crashed? But I seem to remember...no, she wasn't driving when it happened.
I wake up in real life and am greatly relieved that I wasn't really in an accident. However, I then remember what my real
dream assignment is...to hover back and forth between the dream state and waking state for as long as I can. I didn't
even really come close to remembering it.
I then think, Why not try MEDITATING just after I've woken up? That way, I may not actually go back into the
dream state, but I can come very close to it, because my body is still very relaxed from just having been in the dream.
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I was out on the Common that's in fromt of my condo in real life. Â But it was
all different...the west side of it was intersected by a whole bunch of
streets. Â I was driving on one of these when a young woman in another car banged
into mine. Â We got out to exchange insurance information. Â But she was all
confused and started writing down her email address instead. Â As I puzzled over
this, I noticed that there was an abundance of green, leafy plants alongside
I woke up, ate breakfast and went back to sleep.
I found myself waking up in a basement bedroom. Â I immediately recognized it
as being in a house that I had lived in as a child, and had been very fond of
(false memory: Â now that I'm awake, this house seems completely unfamiliar to
me). Â It occurred to me that I might be dreaming. Â But as I got up and began
making my way to the bedroom door, I noticed the room was messy and there was
junk on the floor I had to kick aside. Â Even though my feet felt kind of funny
and light, I decided this must be the real world and not a dream after all.
However, I couldn't figure out how I had come to be at this house.
Out in the hallway, I took a right into what I knew to be my sister's
bedroom. Â There was a bunk bed in there now, and a large single bed. Â All three
looked like they had just been slept in, but whoever had been there was now gone.
I went back out to the hallway and up some stairs at the far end. Â I ended up
in the dining room looking into the kitchen, over a bar that formed kind of
an island between the two rooms. Â There were two women in the kitchen.
"Oh, it's K__ L__ and K__ V__!" I exclaimed (the first was a friend of mine
from college, and the second was a friend of mine from my brother's class in
high school...the second died of diabetes some years ago). Â Both of them just
stared at me blankly, though. Â And somehow K.V. did not really look the way I
"What's wrong...you're not saying anything," I said.
For a brief moment, both their faces crumpled up in a way that was distinctly
non-human. Â Then they returned to the same expressionless look. Â All I could
think of was that something bad must have been up.
Suddenly they both began to morph before my very eyes into these huge,
headless *mouths* with rows of teeth running around their edges. Â K.L.'s mouth
reached out toward my stomach, and K.V.'s mouth was right behind.
I was terrified. Â *They're going to eat me,* I think panic-stricken. Â Then it
occurs to me...this IS a dream, and all I have to do is wake up. Â Right as
the giant mouth that used to be K.L. made contact with my stomach, I shook my
head hard and woke up.
But it was still too early to get up. Â I fell back asleep, and found myself
in a dream with my two nephews. Â We were at some house that isn't familiar to
me now that I'm awake. Â There were things the grown-ups wanted to move from one
room to another. Â However, I seemed to be very out of it and was unable to
help them. I woke up.