Date of dream: Saturday, October 28, 2006
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My sister has been at some kind of reform school. I'm talking to her, trying to cheer her up so that she'll feel okay about
staying there longer. Then we're all dressed up in ribbons and oversized flowers.
I get mixed up and think that I'm the one going back to reform school, as I look at how I am covered with these
decorations in a large wall mirror. Something about not letting Dad drive, because in this dream he's now in a nursing
home.
(shift) Some citywide fire has all of us driving down to the city's parking garage and parking there so we can help out with
the rescue effort. I drive home for something and then drive right back to the city garage. But then I think, Why
didn't I just walk?(Because I live that close to the downtown of my city.)
I don't think they're going to let me in the garage, but they do. S___, an old roommate from college, is showing Dad how
he made a scrapbook of the fire. I'm amazed, for I did the same thing -- I put the clippings on lined paper, and then put
them in a three-ring binder (false memory, although I do make such scrapbooks of favorite quotations that I find).
(shift) I'm babysitting a child who turns into a drawing.
Additional Comments:
In real life, my brother's step-daughter is the one who is in a reform school right now, and I've been emailing her and trying
to be supportive of her (she's very depressed about it). I think the situation reminds of many years ago when my sister
was psychologically unstable, and we tried to be supportive of her then. There are many similarities between the two of
them.
Date of dream: Sunday, February 13, 2005
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The first thing I remember in this dream is that I was flying along somewhere out in California. I
was in a densely-built neighborhood. I thought to myself, I want to go back to New England. Now,
the way I navigate flight in dreams is by looking at some landmark or point that's way off in the
distance; this always causes me to fly in a straight line to that point (unless I get distracted by
something along the way, which will cause my flight to veer off course because I've looked at
something down below). In this case, I could only see a parking garage at the end of a narrow
street that I was flying down. I stared at some tiny feature on the outside wall of the garage, and
began flying towards it.
But because the feature was tiny (I cannot remember now exactly what it was), it magnified and began
to morph into a beautiful design as I approached it. It even grew larger, until the whole wall of
the garage was consumed by it. I understood this to mean that I was being given supernatural powers.
Something happened in the dream where I used these powers for some good cause. But I can't remember
what it was. The next thing I knew, I was some kind of detective on a crime case. I was sleeping
on a couch, and the woman I was investigating slept on the floor, leaning up against the couch
across from me. She got up to leave. She was wearing a black mask with cat ears on the top edge,
and a black leather miniskirt. She had black boots on as well. I thought to myself, this seems so
real...is it in fact a dream?!
Something about coins being transformed into something else. There were three of them.
L____, from work, was talking to me in a later section of the dream. We went our separate ways, and
I went into a grocery store. A lady at a table was handing out little samples of morsels of food to
eat at the end of one of the aisles. I somehow found out that L___ was saying vicious things about
me behind my back, and I felt deeply hurt and betrayed by her.
Date of dream: Tuesday, January 11, 2005
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This was a very productive night...regular dreams, multiple OBEs, nightmares
and what I believe what was a supernatural visitation by dead spirits.
In the first dream, I was hospitalized yet again for a severe mental
breakdown. I could not think clearly at all. At first they put me in a wing of N__
Hospital that I was not familiar with (I used to work at this hospital in real
life). When my family members arrived to visit me, I was moved to another
building I also had never seen before, where each room had a terrace looking out
onto S__ Pond. I went out of the room for a minute, but while I was gone I
hit my head on some overhang...and became even more disoriented.
A bunch of things happened that I can't remember. The next thing I do
recall, I was at my brother's ex-wife's house out in California. I was trying to
find a place to sleep in their garage, which was full of junk. There was a
whole group of small, sickly children running about, and kind of pestering me. I
couldn't figure out why they were giving me a strange feeling. But now that
I'm awake, my impression is that these were the spirits of children who have
died in real life.
The dream took some rather unpleasant turns. I went OBE a few times, and got
the feeling something evil was after me. Finally I woke up and had something
to eat. Then I went right back to bed and immediately went right into a
dream again.
There were MULTIPLE OBEs where I swung my legs over the edge of the bed,
stood up and walked right out of my body. Each time this happened, I was in a
different bed. But this set of OBEs was definitely on the more spiritual, happy
side than the OBEs from earlier. And during part of it, my two little nephews
accompanied me on kind of a storybook tale journey through an area with
castles and make-believe kings and queens. Finally, the last time I went OBE I
recalled that I did have some dream assignment I was supposed to complete. But I
couldn't remember it. And then, at another point, I stood there thinking
that the room I was in was not my actual bedroom. I found a piece of paper and
was able to write down on it what my actual address is...and in that way, I
finally remembered what my present-day living quarters looks like.
Then I woke up and didn't move for a while. I couldn't believe how slow my
heart was beating, and how shallow my breathing was.
