Date of dream: Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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This dream was from around February 16th.
This is how I took the dream down in my journal:
I guess it was windy, and nighttime (dark blue out), as I was worried about a tree falling. Ma and Dad were present and sympathetic. Bright inside. I heard a horrific crashing noise and was so full of dread, but the branch(es?) didn't seem to hit anything. I went outside and now it was daytime, maybe morning. Stood in the side driveway and stared up at the northern sky. Wind was blowing leaves past in circling swirls. Almost like I could see the wind itself. I considered getting the camera, it was so strange and beautiful, but didn't as I felt it'd be gone by then.
Additional info: I seem to recall seeing branches falling or flailing outside the windows (hence how I knew it was dark blue outside). One might have hit the roof but didn't seem to cause damage. Ma and Dad in real life aren't sympathetic about my worries concerning falling trees/home damage, so their attitude in my dream was unusual. The leaves in the wind were going in these sort of spirals, hence how I could almost see the wind itself. Just leaves spiraling along in the air. The sky seemed yellowish, not blue. I think the leaves blowing around were brown like autumn leaves but I don't recall what color the trees were.
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Date of dream: Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
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This dream was from around February 16th.
This is how I took the dream down in my journal:
There were some people gathered in our house, working on projects. One of them was somebody I'd had an altercation or issue with earlier. After some time I approached a group of two or three sitting on the couch (my end)--one of them was this girl so I felt wary talking to them, but decided to act polite as if I were over the issue. Asked them if they were trying to determine the symbolism of the number seven, what makes it lucky. I knew from my reading (Mysteries Of The Unknown?) that five of the seven were the five senses; and I guessed that the other two were the power of thought, and a supernatural sense (i. e., ESP). Thus seven. The girl said no--they were working on another number, like ten or eleven. "Oh," I said, kind of disappointed not to be able to help. I tried to think of the symbolism, what totaled ten or eleven, but couldn't. The girls were coming up with their own meanings. I started to walk away, then murmured back to them, "You're creating a new philosophy!" and smiled or chuckled. Was going to say "making up," but didn't want to insinuate they were just making stuff up at random since they didn't know the traditional answer. I think they got this impression anyway so I left. Went into the dining room to use the computer. Someone was on a computer(?) at the (nonexistent) dining room table right to my left when I sat down--very crowded. Might've gone online, but then decided to type up my earlier dream about the wind and leaves (see "The Wind In The Leaves"). Think it was dark out. I belatedly noticed how old and SMALL the monitor was--not a flatscreen, and not even as big as our first one. Wow tacky.
Additional info: The girl I'd had an issue with might have had short light hair and glasses, a bit chubby or at least round faced like the nerdy girl in The Goonies. When I acted nicely toward her, I feel she remembered the earlier issue, but she politely didn't bring it up either. When I sat at the computer there was now a big table similar to the old one we used to have in the dining room but got rid of long ago, and someone was seated at the side nearest the computer so space was quite cramped. They too were working on something and I decided not to let them bother me. The monitor resembled our old one in build but was even smaller and somewhat dirty and smudged. On looking at it I had the same feeling one would have after having used a new big monitor for quite a while and getting used to it, then being made to use a smaller model again. I realize now that this then is two outdated elements that were remaining in the dining room--the old (now gone) table and a smaller replica of the old (now gone) monitor. I was just settling down to type up the earlier dream when I awoke.
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Date of dream: Thursday, February 07, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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A bit muddled by now.
There was some material prior to the dream, including me logging online early in the morning or late at night and getting like an 8kbps connection!!--oddly, I was browsing around just fine, but I told Ma I was still going to disconnect and try reconnecting at a better speed. What lousy service! I say it was morning or night because I think it was dark outside and the lights were on. Ma was in the living room. I think one of the websites I visited was Yahoo!.
I can't be sure that was the same dream as the one which follows. In any event, I decided to go outside and check the mail. The time of day seemed off--it was very early morning now, I think, and the lighting was strange. It was kind of misty or hazy and sort of golden or platinum...the sun hadn't risen yet, but there was a glow up in the sky. It didn't reach the ground as the ground and trees around me were still kind of dark and indistinct. It was the sort of atmosphere that just wouldn't really be possible in the morning; I guess it looked more like after sunset since it was dark on the ground and light in the air. Sorry I can't describe it better. It was quite beautiful and strange though. I don't know if it was winter as I don't think there was snow, but it was wet and misty and I think it was kind of cold. Cosmas, the cat, wanted to come with me so he accompanied me out onto the porch and to the door. I don't think Dad's vehicle was there. There seemed to be more space and it was prettier out there than in reality. For some reason I had this terrible dread of being attacked by somebody who might come sneaking out of the shadows at any moment, and I kept darting nervous glances around to see if any of the darker spots were moving. I was just so sure somebody was out there. I hurried over toward the mailbox, opened it up, and pulled out the contents. There were at least several items, a few in letter format, maybe a flyer and a bill or two. I wondered if my Mackinac Island map had come yet.
I don't know if I went back in to look at them but I think I did, seeing as I was so anxious being outside, and Cosmas came back in with me. I don't think my map was among the items that had arrived. One of the letter-items was from a woman who prior to the dream (dream memory) had contacted me online and told me she was sending a letter or something...I can't remember the details now. We weren't total strangers, we'd communicated a little already and she seemed friendly. I feel that what she sent was both a personal letter, as well as some material she'd promised to send me--though material on what, I can't recall. Reading material of some sort. I think it even turned out there was a small book enclosed in the envelope though that wouldn't really be possible. I think there might have also been little drawings or doodles on the envelope or letter and maybe they meant something; I was quite curious to read it.
Another one of the letter items was quite thick and I knew it was a long letter. I looked at the outside to see the address, where it had come from and who it was to. I think it was addressed to me for I knew it was meant for me, but there was no specific name on the return address. Thing was, it said it was sent from a mental hospital. It had a specific name which I can't recall (I don't think it used the words "mental hospital," but rather whatever term is properly used for such places nowadays!), but I realized it must be the mental hospital in Alpena. Then I realized the letter must be from Dianne (see "My Dear Dianne! Part Three" and its prequels).
I was so shocked to see this! Firstly because I had written to Dianne quite a while ago but hadn't heard back over a month later, so figured she was not going to reply--I wasn't expecting to hear from her at all anymore. But secondly because she had written me from a mental hospital! That meant she was hospitalized for some reason! That gave her a REALLY good excuse for having taken a while to respond, I supposed. I was shocked to even hear from her, as well as to learn where she was. I wondered what had happened and why she had been admitted there? Was it serious? And what did she have to say to me after all this time?
I was still staring at the envelope in shock when a loud noise awoke me, so I never got to read any of the letters' contents.
Real-life associations: Our last ISP kept giving us poor connection speeds to the Internet, which upset me greatly, so we finally switched ISPs...and this one worked perfectly for about a week...then started giving us lousy connection speeds! Sometimes it works, sometimes it's lousy. It really upsets me when things don't work right, and that's been on my mind a lot lately. It hasn't given me a speed of 8kbps, though--the slowest was about 24.
The paranoid state I entered when heading outside, despite how beautiful everything was, reminds me of similar things I feel once in a great while for no real reason--one time my mother went into the store to turn off something and I had this overwhelming dread that somebody was in there waiting for her, and a few days ago my dad was late getting home from work and I was just about positive he'd gotten in an accident or had been called to the hospital because Ma was there (she wasn't, not really) and there was an emergency, etc.
The Mackinac Island map is one I ordered recently in real life (see "A Tree On Mackinac Island"), after politely asking the seller if he could allow me to pay by check rather than PayPal. To my surprise he agreed and the map did arrive in the mail the morning after this dream.
In real life I hadn't written to Dianne in over a year (see "My Dear Dianne! Part Three"), but I did finally write, after consulting with my psychologist about the dream in question, around Christmas. It's now early February with no word back. There was one time when we were still writing when she took a month or two to respond, due to a hangup in the mail system, but I've resigned myself to not hearing back from her due to how I left her hanging. So to actually hear from her in the dream really surprised me.
The mental hospital, I believe there really is one in Alpena or somewhere, as Dianne told me about it once; but I don't know its name or what it's like. Of course I was greatly worried to hear that Dianne was now staying there, as well as anxious to read what exactly she had to say to me...I thoroughly expected her to be angry or reproachful, as people often are when I don't get back to them. I didn't get to find out though. All I know is her letter looked quite long, judging by the thickness of the envelope.
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