Date of dream: Friday, January 26, 2007
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I'm delivering newspapers on a newspaper route, I think in S___. I seem to be younger again.
I get back home [also in S___, although we never lived there when I was growing up]. My brother, B___ , is playing with
an electrical device that shoots out lightning in gentle arcs. I notice that the glass orb of it is completely smashed,
and I wonder when that happened [in real life I had one of these recently, but broke it when I accidentally knocked it off
the fireplace mantle]. He's using it to make toys and small objects lose their weight and float up into the air.
The dream changes so that I'm watching Dad pack a wedding present for B___. It's a camera, but the body of it is made
completely of clear plastic. It doesn't occur to me that light will be getting into the camera from all angles and not just
through the lens ... and how will the camera function properly under those conditions?
I'm a little envious that B___ is getting a present. But then it comes time for B___ to leave our house and go live with his
new wife. It's kind of a sad moment, but not for him -- he seems eager to break the connection and move on to the next
phase of his life.
I wake up and realize I've always just dreamed about him being in our original nuclear family, even though he's been
married twice in real life and has four kids -- this is the first time I've ever dreamed of him moving away from us.
Date of dream: Friday, June 23, 2006
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I'm in a school assembly hall with my family members. There's a 3D presentation in some kind of glass sphere of a
Hubble space telescope image.
I go to leave, my car gets stuck in the snow in the parking lot.
I wake up, eat a yogurt and go back to sleep.
Mom is a patient in the hospital I work at. Dad and I have gotten a room in a part of the hospital that has hotel rooms.
It's very luxurious, but Dad has already made a mess of it.
I feel like we've been neglecting Mom, so I decide to go visit her room. But a young Asian girl comes in to clean, and
there's confusion over where Dad's stuff is supposed to go. I forget in all the disorder that I want to visit Mom.
Suddenly I'm knocked unconscious. When I come to, I see that I'm strapped to a bed and a nurse is pointing a large
needle and syringe at the top of my head. I see my older brother, D___, in the background and ask him what's going on.
He says they've admitted me for psychiatric treatment -- at his urging -- and that it's for my own good.
I scream at him, saying that I don't need this. The nurse sticks the needle into my scalp and injects a huge amount of
fluid. I start to become woozy, but I notice that it doesn't knock me out completely. I pull off my restraints and start
stomping off down the hallway.
But I lose consciousness again and come to in a small room. Doctors in suits are sitting behind a glass wall -- all of them
watching me with a kind of greedy interest. I recognize one doctor ... and his wife (dream memory only). It seems
wrong that she's here observing his patient (me), and she seems to have the same voyeuristic interest in watching that
he does.
The nurses get even more rude and cruel. They do something that's a spoof on torture in the military, even putting on
army hats and camouflage clothes. My brother is nowhere in sight now.
I finally suspect that I'm dreaming -- for this is just TOO crazy -- and I hurriedly wake myself up, greatly relieved that it
wasn't real life.
I think this dream was because of the guilt I still feel for when we had to admit my father to a locked psychiatric ward two
years ago because he was cutting himself. This dream was telling me how he probably felt, and he still insists to this day
that he felt imprisoned -- however, he's still cutting himself, and we have no idea what to do next to help him.
just notes on another dream:
driving with Dad through the city
the car is not braking well
I can just barely bring it to a stop at red lights
snow on the road makes it harder
run an errand at a store, but when I go to start the car an old man's car starts, too
the man is angry, so I quickly take off
Date of dream: Friday, June 09, 2006
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I'm in a dream in which I'm in a strange room that seems to be in the cliffside hospital my mother went to years ago in
S____, California. I'm very much aware that I'm dreaming and I go through many cycles in which I almost wake up, but
not quite. Each time I come right back to the same room, but the reset causes little things to be changed around each
time (I can't remember too much of these fragments, but I remember being quite impressed with how lucid I felt ... and I
think I might have done a little levitation, too).
I wake up fully and discover I've been sleeping on my back (I'm not supposed to because I have sleep apnea). I turn
over on my side and go back to sleep.
In a new dream, I'm with a couple of kids and we're flying over small towns and cities in the mountains of Europe. I
seem to be a Mary Poppins of sorts; I keep enthusiastically telling the children all the magical things we can do next.
We land inside of a mansion near a town next to a lake. Looking out the window, we see that there's a glass orb sitting
by a building on the shore of the lake. I think I see some image forming in the orb, and I tell the children that it has
magical powers and that we should go out and investigate it.
By this time, Grandma and Mom are there, too. Slowly, I become lucid and realize that Grandma died years ago.
Instead of hugging her and saying how good it is to see her (which is what I usually do in lucid dreams where I meet
her), I turn away from her with the thought in my head that she can't really be here in my dream because she's dead
(kicking myself for that now!). Rather, I start asking Mom if she's lost weight lately and if she's eating enough food (her
nutrition tends to be bad in real life; she's 85 years old).
(shift) I'm flying along with the kids again up the side of one of the mountains. The dream quality is starting to
deteriorate a little; objects from a distance get closer as they really would if we were flying in real life, but some of the
objects in the foreground remain stationary. Part of my mind notices this and wants to question it, but another part of my
mind wants the dreams special effects to be really great ... so I try to ignore it.
I wake up and wish that I had recognized that deterioration of special effects as the cue that it is ... for me to investigate
and see if something more substantial, and perhaps psychic, lay underneath the framework of the dream's appearance.
