I'm putting all my very old entries that were kept into this one posting. I kept these dreams in a journal so many years, as I still remember and ponder their meaning.
October 1991
I dreamt about being pregnant and having a child. I named her, RosaLee. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, but she looked a little strange, eyes a little big or head too large. That is the only snippet I remember.
The morning held other half lucid dreamings. The bathroom shower wall was knocked out and there was another bathroom inside of it. There were items, hanging jewelry, bracelets, Mirage (does this brand still exist?) chocolate bars (some half eaten), perfumes. Both tubs were clogged with water.
There was a feeling I was a fugitive, being hosed, being burned. I escaped to a house to go to the bathroom, where a Chinese boy was throwing up green bile uncontrollably, and saying something like "Tin Man can do horrible things to people's brains." I know the reference of "TinMan"came from Star Trek.
Then another memory of the baby Rosalee, how I would not hold her until four days after she was born.
October 30 - 1991
A memory, of an angel statue fallen; it's face coming to life and crying, saying "look at the hills, they are fire, I must go and tell him, May 8, May 8." I look and to the distance the countryside is on fire, and in front of me, patches of grass are burning. I walk outside. Men with guns, army men, barrel into the house, killing the angel.
I have snuck outside. Three cars pull up behind mine across a street. I am in some sort of slum neighborhood. Tad (a person I knew a long time ago) gets out of the first car, his hair long but sides shaven, hair in a ponytail. He has a long gun by his side and I turn away. The scene changes, I walking beside a Wendy's or McDonald's, by the drive through window. The men with guns are inside the restaurant holding it up.
I am carrying a garbage bag and a kleenex box. I don't want to be killed so I sit by the drive through window and pretend to be dead. The men come up to me, give me a reflex test, by kicking my knees and thighs, and decide I am indeed dead. They take the garbage bag and kleenex box and leave.
November 24/91
I am walking into a room from a kitchen. There are dogs, with
litters of puppies everywhere, more even in the kitchen. A friend and
a his buddy were there. Then two miniature Pegasus's, (the flying horse's of myth) approximately two inches tall, very tiny, made of wax, white with gold wings and
hooves; come flying out of nowhere. One lands on my arm, and
gallops up to my shoulder. He may of said something, but I don't
remember. Then my friend stepped on one, at first I thought he was OK, but he
was melting. I tried to fix him, but could not. Something about
trying to fill him with wax by a funnel at the bottom of a big
bowl. I vaguely remember that I needed to get a ring from the
jewelry case in order for the Pegasus to be healed. The ring had
to go in the bowl of wax, which was refilling and emptying on it's
own. The ring had be Amethyst.
January 4 /92
I was standing outside a trailer looking at the sky. Dark storm clouds rolled in at a miraculous rate, it was windy, and blowing snow. For one brief moment the clouds parted to reveal a full moon, the shadow of a flying owl emblazoned on it for what seems like a long time, but the large owl, keeps flying down towards me. It
never comes to me even though I call it, but it comes close. It lands on the water in front of me, water which is freezing. I lose the owl amongst all the other birds, hundreds of them, landing on the freezing water.
One catches my eye, a black bird, large, with bright blue stripes outlined by yellow on it's wings. I look back, and in a puddle is being forced all sorts of deformities of animals. Parents and their hoards of children show up, each child picking out a deformity to call a pet. One is half Pekinese dog, half zebra. One has a dog body with an elongated two foot snout. I am still looking for the owl.
My dream skips back in memory to the trailer. I am a male, I am frustrated with someone named Katherine (no one I actually knew at the time). I go off in a station wagon. I leave the male perspective, and am looking down from the mountaintop to the wagon, winding it's way down a slippery mountain road. I watch the wagon lose control, and go thru a woman's garage. I am now the man again, try to restart the car, but it just makes popping noises. I'm now participating and observing the dream at the same time. I am behind the wagon in my Dogde Omni. The station wagon blows up and the man dies, fire shoots in a stream
through the grill of the Omni and through the rest of the car. I look in the car and there is a skeleton attached to the wheel. I become confused, because I know the skeleton on fire, is myself.
The dream ends and moves to another.
In a classroom, I have a crush on a guy with long blond hair (I have never seem him before), but I think he is involved with someone. He looks my way a lot. Him and the girl he is with go around a corner in the classroom yet I hear and see them. She has a box which she stands in and says it is set to the year 2003. I realize it is a time travel machine and run over, and also stand in the box, declaring that I very much want to go to the future. Just then the woman points to a guy and asks "What about ??" (I think she is talking about the blonde man) I say. "What about him? Isn't he with you?" She says no, that he likes me. Then he is behind me with his arms about my waist, wishing me to stay. So, I stay.
The third part.
It is in the 1840's. I am young, 16, a very different looking girl than I am now. I am with another woman, older, in her arms. There are two men by us, we are in a room in what I perceive to be a large house. Now I am looking at the whole picture, becoming Omnipresent. The two women (of which I am still one), are kissing and acting like Lesbians, but I know that I am not. The two men order us to the washroom. The older man says the other should beat us for such behavior. I come out and say that we are not animals but human beings and should be treated as such. The man is in a rage.
The scene shifts, a time warp. From the 1840's to the 1940's. I am a young boy now. Myself and an older, well dressed man run downstairs looking for the two women in the previous dream (they must be dead, or over 100 by now). We go into a large closet. We are hiding. All the doors come open and Japanese soldiers drag us out. We are taken outside where there is a truck (trucks) and lots of soldiers and prisioners. I try to escape but a gaurd fires his gun in warning, I go back with the other prisioners. End of dreams for the night.
March 29/92
This is a re-occuring cemetery dream.
A forest theme in the beginning.
Always tall birch like treesin a very dark forest, illuminated by moonlight. Sometimes there is a very old haunted cemetery. Last night there was a path that led to a house filled with monsters. A place I knew I could enter and pass through.
Something else about a glass tank filled with so many fish - giant gold fish, tuna, salmon, trout, eels, tropical fish, plantlife. I touch the glass and it seems like I can move the panels. There is fish scum on the water, and I mention to someone that the tank needs to be cleaned. The tank fades before me, and a I see a boar by a path, or by a door... there are other animals present.
I awake.
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