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About ten or so years ago, I had a dream that I've never forgotten.
It was very brief.
In it, I was being told by a very soothing voice, that of course my month of death, would be August.

Since then, August is the month where things change for me. I've gotten jobs in August, moved in August, got off booze in August, (that was before the dream, but evenso....) etc.

Got any dreams that have stayed with you a long time?
Tell me about it.
How seriously do you take your dreams?

H
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August

I had a dream about you and Jimbo one night. Can't remember the details. I used to keep a dream journal but I stopped. Maybe I should start it again. I don't dream as much after smoking pot. But within a few days of stopping they start up again. I am sure I still probably dream I just don't remember them. I don't remember ever having a Technicolor dream. But I have read somewhere that men seldom do. I love dreams, good or nightmare. Like cheap entertainment: I can always tell when my blood sugar is out of wack. I get sugar nightmares. I have dreamed of Lightning Rod a couple of times. Type II diabetes such a self-inflicted disease. Stupid stupid, but I have started walking again. Seems to make a difference. My walking Zen practice, walking and breathing: back to dreams.

I think dreams are the unconscious mind doing art

Vivid Dream Klee?

One I had that has stayed a long time is a dream about Jesus. He was an African American. He never said who he was in my dream, but for some reason I thought of Christ as soon as I awoke. Nothing-heavy just friendly conversation with a friend.: Alamo Rose always is always a good dream. I never wake up in despair after a dream about her.


But my
Sister still got to come to grips with her. Not sure what dreams she has of her mother. It has taken me a year and a half to help her realize how much her mother loved her. She doesn’t get that sad face any more when I mention rose to her. Never too late to feel a mother's love. I remember a dream from about ten or younger too. Flying dinosaurs, I had watched some black and white 1 million BC kind of movie before going to bed. I am interested how the environment I am sleeping in feeds back into my dreams. I listen to a lot of books on tape when I go to bed. One is Sylvia Plath reading her poetry, some angry dreams there; another tape I listen to a lot is The Iliad. Sometimes I awake in the middle of Achilles Anger and have to change tapes. Other times I sleep through ok, depends on the tape, I sleep well when Athena is on stage, and sometimes I awake to "the sound of the whispering murmuring sea". Poor Hector, Athena left me to die like a fox on the run. But he probably had it coming. Some one told me that if you dream of your self naked that is a dream about death. I got to admit that the naked dreams tend to be uncanny. Or eerie.

Dear Fraulein Freud My only request that this information remain confidential.
Hey check out the fuddian slip

Athena left me not him

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Another dream I remember is one about a strange looking monster, like a gorilla with a big horn on his head like a unicorn.
And of course I have had a few trucker's nightmares. Those dreams where I am driving a truck, and I suddenly wake up and damned if I ain't driving a truck.

When I used to drive sleeper teams I had some weird dreams. Some of the old trucks used to have what we called coffin sleepers because they were about the size of a coffin. I asked my partner not to put the curtain down when I was sleeping, I am claustrophobic from all those basements and closets I was locked up in as a kid maybe. Well I woke up and he had put the curtain down and I was sure I was in a coffin, this after dreaming about a black cat, witches (like the one the house fell on) and a house burning down.

The most interesting dream I know about is the one Kekule had

Kekule dozed in his chair by the fire, trying to solve the riddle. As he nodded, he dreamt of the twining serpents on that old ring, whirling in the flames. Suddenly, in the dream, the serpents caught each other's tail and formed a circle. Kekule saw the answer. The carbon atoms formed an hexagonal ring with alternating single and double bonds. Each one held its own hydrogen atom -- "like charms on a bracelet," says von Baeyer. It was a structure utterly alien to anything else in chemistry.

http://www.uh.edu/engines/epi265.htm


This one is named for Buckminster Fuller the inventor of the Geodesic Dome and captain of the space ship Earth

And then there are the castration anxiety dreams; I bet you have had a ton of them.

Something about my vanity makes me want to work without a net. Just open a text box and let it rip. Spontaneous gibberish. I will run this through WordPerfect after I post it.

One of the earliest dreams I remember was being taken down through a manhole into an underground hospital where boys were turned into girls. Seven or eight I think, but just a guess, Freud had a description of children as polymorphous perverse, man you should have seen the sh*t storm on lit chicks when I said that. But I guess you probably did. He had this theory about stages of development; the most innocent is when the baby's skin is just one erogenous zone, no localization in the gentiles. I had no idea what that little noodle and balls were for but I was very attached to them for some reason. A hell of a case of Oedipus Wrecks I guess. Mike kept me in a pretty anxious state. I can’t blame him. His favorite expression when any of his sons screwed something up. “You are stabbing me in the back.” In my case I think he might have meant it literally, a look in my eye?


Cain and Abel

Whoa, that's some intense dreamin Still.

I never really had many castration dreams myself, if any. Nothin on me to castrate.......being a female and all, I've been castrated all my life.....

I think the earliest most memorable dream I ever had was when I was about 5.
I was sleepin with my mom, (who was kinda more passed out) and all of the sudden this entity started spanking my butt. It was an arm. A hairy arm and it scared the shit out of my little 5 year oldness. I woke my mom up and told her and she, groggy as she was, traded places with me so that the thing would spank her if it came back.
At that point I was laying on my stomach, on the other side of the bed, and my arm dropped down over the side of the bed when I went back to sleep I guess. Not too long after, the arm grabbed my hand from under the bed and was pulling on it! Well this really scared my ass, and try as I might I couldn't let go......couldn't wake mom up either.....
That's all I remember. I woke up the next morning and buried it.

Later on, a shaman type told me that that dream was actually a spirit, passing on psychic powers to me.

freaky eh?
dreams are strange voyages. I like them when they are mysterious like that......
H

I never really had many castration dreams myself, if any. Nothin on me to castrate.......being a female and all, I've been castrated all my life.....

So do you really think I meant that I thought you had a ton fo castration dreams

I am sorry to hear that you have castrated yourself.

all in good fun Stilly!
I'm sorry if my comment was too raunchy!

Something about sharing my dreams makes me wild i guess....


H

don't appologize to that cracker head, I know still very well, that boy is strange.

Bad dream about hairy arms last night, now I know where it came from

thanks for nothing

hester hester
playing with hand puppets
tinker jack don't know what emoticon to use he is
smiling because
like tom paxton he wants to sing

Well, if somehow you could pack up your sorrows,
And give them all to me.
You would lose them, i know how to use them,
Give them all to me.

but he wants to
those hairy arms reaching out for me
like i said i love dreams
good bad silly
they are entertainment for me
I hope that is a dream yu don't dream anymore
just a child hood nightmare
I don't know if you listened to the radio show about the budhist monk
jimbo posted it somewhere
he said the memmories don't go away
but if I kept having the same night mare over and over
every night
that would get boring
that monk said we got to be candid
I know I post way too much personal stuff
maybe that is all this is for me
therapy
the question of lay analysis
self analysis
scary dreams
have no idea what dreams my sister has
she married to the bear over twenty years
he probably knows better than me
that smiley by tinker jack seemed inappropriate
I been trying to maintain integrity of voices but I keep blowing
too much fun maybe
tonight I said gypsyjoker missed seeing mouse turds, how the hell could he see a mouste turd? he is blind as a bat.

Damn! great song....
No use cryin
talkin to a stranger
namin the sorrows you feel
to many sad times
too many bad times
nobody knows how you feel

but
if somehow ......

That was one of the first songs I ever sang. Sang it at a hootenanny! Won first prize. But not for that song. No, the one that won was:

"Shut the light
shut the shade
you don't have
to be afraid
I'lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
be your
baby tonight

Shut the shade
shut the door
you don hafta worry
aneeeymore
I'llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
be your
baby toni i ight......."

heh

thanks fer stirrin up a happy memory for the ol crone!

H

that's good hester, payback is not always a bad thing, just trying to pay you back for the happiness your singing and writting brings me, I just can't think of the right emoticon, got one for we be silicon pals?
this will have to do

book of dreams

kerrouak

city lights books, pub 1961

WALKING THROUGH SLUM SUBURBS of Mexico City I'm stopped by smiling threesome of cats who've disengaged themselves from the general fairly crowded evening street of brown lights, coke stands, tortillas-Unmistakably going to steal my bag-I struggled a little, gave up-Begin communicating with them my distress and in fact do so well they end up just stealing parts of my stuff &. We walk off leaving the bag with someone-arm in arm like a gang to the downtown lights of Letran, across a field-

Last night I dreamed I was back at my former job at Bayfront Hospital with all its politics and the snotty attitudes. Crapola.

Not something for a book of dreams.

I did get a tarot card reading at the Cirlis McGurkis ( http://www.circusmcgurkis.org/ )about ten years ago. It was the card of death. She told me it not to take it literally, that it could be a sign of impending change, thank goodness.

Cecil been batting a thousand lately, at least in my score book
RE: work and play.
I used to work casaul out of a freight haulers union, best thing about it I never had to go back there again if I did not want to. Crazy bosses are like diapers, I think you probably heard that one?
all over your ass and full of shit.

One of the sanest bosses I ever had was someone every one called "the little gay guy" behind his back.

"Iris runs on rainy feet, by dreams last night too much Homer, that could be an oxymoron.

Two contending arguements going on about dreams, the just random firing of neurons, maybe so, but I like Sigmund Fudd's notion of the dreaming mind as an artist. One of the best sci fi books I ever read about dreams was THe Lathe Of Heaven, effective dreams But the rest of her novels live me cold.

I been thinking about keeping a journal of dreams again.

I got his Elements Of Spontaneous prose, what a blast if I could do spantaneous HTM. Yeah he was a genuis.

sub-genious dreams
journalled schemes
unravvelled
lathe in heavon
dream chips on the floor all curled up.

I want to join the church of the good html
There used to be a site with a lot of good stuff about building websites, html and stuf like that, text pad a dam fine way to do it. If you are stupid like me. I want to write it here but sexaual frustration is stopping me. Now my morning walk has turned to after noon. The Courage To Shut Up is a poem about suicide by St Sylvia, but don't read it because she stuck her head in an oven. Hee HEE