Don't rock the boat

This is one of the most visually stunning dreams I have had in a long time. It started out on a ship, some kind of tramp steamer. There were bunches of little rooms with sheet metal walls and lots of steerage passengers. Among them were two of my old friends Andy and Les. The ship was not very exciting and I barely remember what happened on it. The fun started when some of the passengers and crew disembarked.

We were at the edge of a very steep canyon, maybe thirty feet wide and one hundred feet deep. The walls were of tan or cream colored sandstone in thin layers with random orientations. Only a few green plants grew out of the cracks. Down one side of the valley and up the other ran a pipeline made of slabs of the native sandstone. It was an inverted siphon for delivering water to some unknown destination. I knew without looking that a similar pipeline ran through a nearly identical canyon on the far side of the rift. And probably others beyond that. At the bottom of the valley there was water powered turbine and generator. I crawled down to have a closer look. The turbine or pelton wheel (water wheel) was crudely made of sheet metal and probably not very efficient but still effective. I was quite surprised that the primitive people who built the pipeline would have the knowledge to manufacture a generator.

Overall the scenery was fantastic and the ancient artifacts very interesting.

This dream filled me with a sense of wonder and the excitement of discovery. The sheet metals walls of the ship and the construction of the pipeline were similar to the look of one of the out buildings on the property we are going to buy so there is a connection to a new adventure.

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long live the queen

I was visiting a woman about 65 years of age. She had a very nice house beside the river in Strawberry. Lots of windows, nice patio and an overall green color scheme. We were very friendly and I was sexually attracted to her. She encouraged my interest. After lunch she was tired and told me she was going to go lay down. I volunteered to do the dishes and there turned out to be more of them than I expected. An elderly gentleman arrived as I was finishing up and helped me a little. Two other gentlemen showed up and the four us sat down at restaurant style booth table, green of course, and shared a needle to inject drugs. Meth I think. Very odd as have I never used a needle.

The action then moved to the river. There were two big trucks driving down the middle of the stream. One was a fireman's ladder truck and the rushing river was going over the top of it almost engulfing the driver. I wondered how the truck was still running with its engine under water. The other truck was much bigger, a full semi, a forest service vehicle. The first truck drove up on the shore and reeled out the ladder. Then using large trees as levers the men there began straitening out the bends in the ladder. I thought this would weaken the ladder and make it very unsafe. The other truck began driving up the river and I was impressed by its ability to negotiate up stream. I was looking across the river with a pair of binoculars. As I looked at certain areas the landscape changed from mountainous forest to hilly parkland.

Back inside at the table I was cleaning up, there were several packs of cigarettes full of half smoked cigs and butts. I was sorting these out. Then in the front of the house a whole group of people, the woman's sons and neighbors, were reattaching a facia board to the porch. I was using a hammer and one of her sons was next to me using a Makita drill. I was trying to find a suitable nail, there were a lot of different types of nail on the floor and in my hand. Most of them were bent. Also in my hand were a number of used hypodermic needles.

In the house again I was sitting on a green couch, a group people from the dream were scattered around the room. On a couch opposite me there was a very large cat like animal. Some one said it was an American black ferret. What ever it was it was quite impressive and I want one.

Sexual attraction to older women has been a recurring theme in my dreams of late. I am curious as to what part of myself these older women represent. The mother. The mature sensual being. Or the part of me seeking younger sexual partner, the cougar as it were. There were a lot of emotions brought up by these episodes. And these were only a part of my dreams last night.

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Help Proffesor

Last night I had the kind of long complicated visual social dream that I haven't had for a number of weeks. My old friend Robert was there we were doing drugs and having fun. In one scene we were beside a lake, at the collage or at the resort, when we heard an airplane. I looked up and saw what I thought was a small private plane doing stunt maneuvers. When it got closer I realized it was a rocket or missile. It crashed into the lake and exploded under the water. There was another blast under water and more missiles followed. Then I was in the college cafeteria. Someone ahead of me ordered a sandwich. It came out made on a full loaf of bread, huge sandwich! I ordered a sandwich, I didn't want such a big sandwich or to spend so much money but I thought it would feed several people. Then I wandered around looking for the bathrooms. They had a whole row of them, it looked like a men's locker room. I was approached by a professor, Dick, who wanted me to teach his yoga class. I told him I had only done yoga a couple of times and he said, "you'll do fine". So I got directions and times and went and taught yoga. There was an elderly woman there who really liked me. I taught the class three times and then the next week I just didn't show up. There were other things going on in the dream that I can't remember. I ran into Dick and he asked what happened and I said I was confused, which I was. He paid me for the three classes I had taught and ask me to teach more. Then he wanted me to teach welding. I haven't done any welding for over twenty years. He said, "you'll do fine". I'm beginning to catch on, he has students teach his classes, keeping his big salary and paying us peanuts. We were outside by a fountain, some strange animals wandered by, crosses between emus and giant rats, residents of the campus. I went to welding class. A young lady was leading the class and gave a demonstration on how to weld up a little stand of some sort. It was very odd because she used jars or drinking glasses as forms while welding. I wondered why the glass didn't break. Then the lady, good looking girl with long brown hair, selected me to do it next. She was showing me so I could show the others.

All through out the dream I was living in a big house with a bunch of other students. I had gotten the electricity turned on in my name and was beginning to worry about it. So I went around collecting from my housemates, they all gave generously and there were a lot of them. So had this big fist full of money and I'm thinking life is good. I was in the lunch room and talking to some older women from yoga class, I was enjoying this!

These are just the things in my dream I remember somewhat clearly, there was lots more. It is interesting the similarity my dreams often have to movies in the way the tone is set. The lighting, dim or bright, shadowy or not, and the color scheme tightly controlled. Last night the sets were dark, the colors a lot of earth tones, yellows, browns, etc. And the camera focus tight and close up or broad wide screen views. Last night it was almost tunnel vision. And the over all scheme of the dream was much like that of the last few nights. The players and scenes from the same period of my life, my twenties. Confused, jumpy action, and a lot of things assumed or just known rather than being part of the dream.

My dreams of the night before last felt quite similar. In particular I remember trying to start a car with a homemade battery fashioned of copper plates and sulfuric acid.

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memories

From June 10 2010

Big good dragon kills little bad dragon, rock star murdered on stage, a lion tamer in the bar, Sigfried and Roy, a rattle snake that came back to life, me almost getting arrested. That was all last night! The final scene with me watching as the big dragon killed the little one was very colorful and full of detail, like the cover of a fantasy novel. And it was unusual in that I was watching from the outside. I could see me standing beside the big dragon as he breathed fire on the little one.

I don't remember this dream. Good thing I have a record of it. My dreams have always been long and elaborate but I don't remember them being so detailed and clear as they have been the last couple months. There is much more talking and I remember more of what is said.

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Mind control

Last nights dreams were extensive, complex and personal. They involved mind control, inter-racial sex, explosive orgasms unlike anything I have experienced in real life, perverted fantasies and the threat of homosexual gang rape with me as victim, It was quite the night and it has been a struggle for me to keep it in my memory.

This dream sequence includes things that I am not yet willing to share in a public forum. Maybe some day. Please write to me in the comments section if you would like hear more details about them.

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Help Mr. Wizard

Five long dreams last night. The first rough. Coy was about four
years old when his mother brought him back to my house. I got
very angry with him and told him to leave. He ran off across the
parking lot, I didn't think he would go very far. Then some how I got
very drunk on cheap vodka. Then I went looking for Coy and could
not find him. As any parent would I got very worried and blamed
myself in advance for any harm that might come to him. He showed
up and we got into my old powder blue Ford Ranchero. I was to
drunk to drive, Coy was helping me steer. We pulled into a parking
spot and got out. The chrome strip on the car behind mine had been
rolled up like a top of a sardine can. Oh-no. We walked away and
then came back. One of the cars along the road had been pushed
out into the street. It looked like it had been hit by the car behind it.
And it to had been rear-ended. My car was parked behind it. There
were two children under the car in the road. They were dead. I felt
devastated. I was going to prison.

In the next segment I was in an apartment with an old friend. He was
very emotional, he to had done something very bad. He took a
machete and pressed it's edge against his chest until it drew blood
along he length of the blade. He accused me of killing the two
children. I had begun to think I was not responsible for their deaths.
After all I had not seen these two cars when I got out of mine. I told
him this. He gave me the machete to prove my innocence by doing
likewise. I did so, it didn't hurt. Then a Mexican man, an ex-convict,
came in and was very threatening. He challenged me to drink piss
to prove my honor saying he would do likewise. A glass half full of
ice and urine was produced. I took a drink. Like water. The Mexican
could not bring himself to drink.

The third segment: I meet face to face with a woman I know only
from the internet. She had a man with her. A former military officer,
very dominating. I preformed oral sex on her, while the man lurked
in the background. She was wearing a black fishnet body stocking
and had her own bondage equipment, leather wrist restraints.

Forth episode: I was in the lingerie section of a large department
store. Two overweight young ladies were there. They were both
quite attractive. One was trying on nighties to wear for her husband.
I was helping her select a sexy one, telling them that I had experience
in such matters. Most of the outfits in plus sizes were very dull.
They looked like they were made of jersey, square cut and of a
medium cream color. Only one was half way cute.

Last chapter: I was at a beach. There were fairy tail characters flying
around, a wizard, a fairy, a witch etc. About two dozen of them in
two lines circling around out over the ocean and back. I was flying
with a young lady. Then I took a walk along a river that flowed down
to the sea. There was a very large waterfall at the far end of the trail.
On the way back I saw a beautiful waterfall that came out of the bank
on the other side of the river. It was in the back of a tunnel of trees
and vines and looked like something out of a fairy land. I went back
to the beach and resumed flying, telling the young lady about the
sights I had seen.

It is a common pattern in my dreams to move from hostility to peaceful
scenes. It is unusual for me to dream of drinking, violence or sex.

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Laywers

From May 2010

In my last nocturnal journey I was at the resort when an old
acquaintance died. A gold prospector who had been a friend of my
sister Garrie's. He was supposed to have a lot of gold stashed
somewhere. Garrie, Coy and I drove to Tahoe to see a lawyer about
her getting some of the money. Very interesting goings on at the
lawyers. A pretty young Asian secretary sat next to me, very close.
Then they sent me to another lawyer who might help us better. A
large young black man accompanied me as driver of the luxury car
provided. He wasted no time in asking for money. For dope?
The other lawyer couldn't help us. Garrie disappeared from the
first lawyers office. A sheriff came in and accused Garri and Ja of
some sort of scam. Garrie was finally found sleeping on a
hide-a-bed. In her nightie. Her clothes were gone. It seemed like
every one in the attorney's office was slick, a little to polished, a
little to helpful.

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The gangs all here

From May 2, 2010

My dreams last night seemed to last all night and they were quite
imaginative.  In the first, what seemed like two hours, teenagers had taken over the
streets
of Sonora.  They turned it into a teen party, gangland, red light district.  With lots of
young people having crazy sex, and doing drugs.  There was no gang "warfare" just
a bunch of kids running around making mischief, playing jokes, and sometimes
getting into fights.

No drive bys.

I had sex with several women but I was unable to climax. Until the last time when
some thick brown liquid came streaming out. It looked like honey. It felt like an
orgasm but I don't think I ejaculated.


In next dream for some reason I left and went up into the mountains to a snow
covered lake resort. I was the number two man in a mob.  Number one was in
dispose. We were all up there having a conference and hiding out.  There were
all your stereotypicalgangsters.  Old fat Italians, young dumb soldier's, and
various low lifes.  There was all kinds of mob stuff going on, back stabbing,
double crossing, murder, Car crashes, cell phone activated bombs and of course
trying to keep the cops at bay.

Since No. 1 was away I was in I was in charge. I had to keep order, stay alive, and 
generally act like a mob boss.  My main problem was No.3 who of course wanted
my spot.  I told him if he made a move before he was ready he'd be dead cause I
would know about it and eliminate him first. And that if he waited till he was
ready he be dead cause I'd take him out before that.

We had all kinds of fun playing on the frozen lake, trying to cross, on foot, a dam 
covered with ice and water.  Then trying to stop the police coming in on the train
and then hiking out the back way through the snow, all the while worrying about
No. 1 showing up.

The dreams were unusually vivid.

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Break on through

Today I realize a dream, to start a blog in which I post my dreams.
I have recorded and studied my dreams for years.  My therapist,
Black-eyed Susan, tells me everyone in my dreams is me.  For my own
part I have been trying to analyze my dreams not from the aspect of
the action but rather from the feelings that different parts of the
dream give me.  Something new for me to use emotion rather than
logic to understand.


I had this dream and wrote it out a couple weeks ago.  Just now got
around to editing, spell checking, and posting it. It is a break
through in my understanding of my dreams.

Last night I dreamed I was staying in a vacation home with my sister
and nephew. We had to check out and were in a hurry to pack-up.
There was a lot of nick-knacks and various curios on the shelves and
tables.  And a great many pictures and items hanging on the walls.
They had been put there by Ja and his friends a couple of days
before.  It annoyed me that they had put out all this stuff that now
had to be packed.  I was hurriedly grabbing things and putting them
into boxes.  Several people tried to make suggestions as to the best
way to do this, which annoyed me to no end. I was anxious to get
this stuff packed and to get on to packing my bed and other
belongings.

TWII, my former boss's husband was there helping us as were some of 
Ja's friends.  TWII shows up in my dreams with some frequency.  The
room we were staying in was attached to cabin #10 in the resort.

After I a woke I began thinking about the dream and what it was
about. First there is the situation, having to move, one of the most
stressful situations for me. There was Ja, flighty, energetic,
unconcerned.  TWII, authoritarian, solid, a father figure.  Ja's
friends, random elements.  And Cabin #10 another frequent visitor
in my dreams.  The cabin is not as significant as the owner,
Mr. G. long time president of the home owners association at the
Resort.  And as the name suggest something of a grump and a stickler
for details.  #10 came to represent difficult people and situations
and my fear of not doing things right.

So I realized today here were different parts of me playing out the
conflict within.

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