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Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream 20 parallels
This is The Poster's Interpretation
7:41 pm - 2/3
I had a dream a while ago that I know you all read about, and then there was the one
from the night before last. I have interpreted that dream. And one from long ago, the
Temphanelli dream. I think this was a continuation of that dream, and there are at
least twenty parallels between them.
Some of these parallels were as follows: Abandoned train tracks, my best friends as
this strange brown-haired girl, the card shop, running from the authorities,
percipitation, and SBB and F-EB. This is what I think of those dreams, after about
three hours of trying to crack the complicated code.
In a place where I am, familiar yetchanged, I realize the contraints once placed upon
me are no longer important or of relevance. I think of relationships, or perhaps
situations, that I was in yet perhaps should not have been in, others I was not in but
perhaps should have been. I realize how minsunderstood I am, how my opinions
don't really count to those in authority, perhaps to my father. I go about my life,
people don't or won't understand me, I'm fleeing misunderstanding and judgement,
searching for acceptance and a place to belong. I go to a place familiar yet unfamiliar
once more, my supposed allies hinder me, annoyingly, from my task, my quest. They
try to detain me, appealing to my weaker, my emotional side. I keep searching,
searching--I question Wisdom, and try at places I once may have belinged./////(this is
where the Temphanelli dream ends)
Here, I leave behind relationships or situations I perhaps should not have had, and
think of those maybe I should have had, but it seems too late, yet should I have? The
answer is yes, and perhaps it's not too late. I express myself openly, with no fears of
consequences. I try to restore something long lost, yet others oppose me, and I'll stop
at nothing to acomplish my goals. But there are consequences to actions, which
cannot be undone, and consequences to those consequences. There are mixed
emotions. I want to help others, but is it my place? Will they drag me down with
them? I'm falsely judged, I run away in a manor that doesn't exist, that is, I run away
from something it's not possible to run away from. I wonder, "What if I'd done things
differently?" I am judged and punished for the wrongful deeds of others. They won't
listen to me. Was I to blame as well for just standing by?/////
That is my interpretation. But what about my name? Elisa Temphanelli. A LOT like
Eliza Manelli, isn't it? That has some significance, that I have not yet found. She was
Judy Garland's daughter, that could symbolize anything from drug use to my mother
to my dog. If you know what I mean. There's no place like home, there's no place
like home...
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Random memories
This is The Poster's Dream And Interpretation
8:24 pm - 2/4
Don't you hate it when you have a dream and forget it completely? Well, last night I
had a dream which was one of those.
Every day, i look at my ring frequently to make sure none of the stones fell out. This
morning, i was doing that, and I remembered doing the same thing in my dream...I
was sitting at a white table, I looked at my ring, they were there, I thought, but then
there was this clear thing on the table, small, but i wasn't sure if it was a stone or a
little piece of broken glass.
I remember almost nothing else; I was talking to someone at that table. I'm not sure
who, the rest of the dream's completely foggy, but I think it was about my insecurities
and not being able to tell if a problem is there or not...not seeing a problem at
first...and this problem has to do with whoever I was at the table with. Does that
make any sense? What thinks you? Comments?
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Drama And Death
This is The Poster's Dream
4:58 pm - 2/5
I had this dream last night, and I woke up from it thinking about reflexive Spanish
verbs, "Lavarse. La mesa es muy sucia. Necisito lavarse! Or should it be lavarte?"
Then, i remembered my dream. I know I had another dream just before this one, but
it was so impressive that I spend all my time trying to remember the details, forgetting
all about the other...I was in a play, it was the performance day, a Sunday I believe,
because Mom was going to church and I was going straight to SD to get ready for it.
I drove there, I don't remember much else except coming home and seeing my
mother lying dead on the kitchen floor, and I was so upset I hadn't been there when
she'd died, I'd just rushed off and didn't tell her I loved her before I left, I felt really
bad. I remember hugging her and crying. That's all. Maybe it's that I feel guilty about
being at school instead of at home with her, and I don't talk to her enough...I don't
know. Comments?
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Cummins Brothers Dream
This is The Poster's Dream
5:08 pm - 2/8
Every morning, I get up and know my dream, but by the time i can post it, much and
most of it are usually gone...all I can remember right now is as follows:
I was some place with Logan Cummins. SD, perhaps, but it was not like SD, more
like an amusment park inside SD, all with little kiddie rides that took a quarter--like
the horse s they have at grocery stores and such. We were talking, and others were
there...i think i remember Rania, Mindy, etc, but i didn't talk to them, and it may have
just as easily have been anyone else, but it was that kind of situation. And
Brett(Logan's brother, perhaps i got his name wrong??) said he had to go, i said i had
to go as well. He said, "Let me guess, you need to go take a shower," and i said no, i
just had; what was he implying? Was he implying that i was dirty or something? He
said no, he was just going to take a shower himself...
There was more, much more, which i actually remembered much better than this at
the beginning, but it long gone now...something about a street, parked on a street,
walking down the street...that's all, the rest is gone. i need to take notes on my
dreams!
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream LSD High
This is The Poster's Dream
3:10 pm - 2/9
In many of my dreams, I am still in high school. I'm not sure why, I don't dwell on it
much in waking life...I dreamed last night SD burned down. Strange dream. I don't
remember that much, but I remember seeing the other kids near me, as we walked
out and stood in front of the gym, in fire-drill style, and i saw the billowing black
smoke...I was talking to Mrs. Young, and others, about how stupid it had been to
demolish Dillsboro School(the 1928 building). I knew something like this would
happen! And now, we couldn't go back to the way it was, before when all the
students went to high school there and in other places...we talked about how since
they no longer used AMS, many of the students could go there, and we could use
Carnigie Hall as a high school, as it used to to Moores Hill High School, and we were
discussing our options...such that we could integrate SD with lawrenceburg. LSD
High. I don't recall much else...I remember the office I was in. It was obvious I was
just a student, not anyone with any authority, but they were asking and expecting my
advice on what to do, almost as if I was a superentendant(sp?) or something.
When I woke up, I was thinking about Legal. When the art room was set afire, I was
called to the office as a witness. The fire, had it not been extinguished, could have
literall burned down half, if not all of, the school, and we all would have died. The
plans of the school--horrible. Do you realize we were in a firetrap?? Some of you still
are--well, here's the deal. In the art room, this thing was set ablaze one day just
before I walked in the room. No one knows who did it, but I saw Noah running with
a big thing of water, Kyle stomping the blaze with his feet, and Legal searching for a
fire extinguisher. You see, it was a huge basket of those big feather things that go all
the way to the ceiling, which we had for drawing still lifes. And the flamable feathers
just burned right up. The sprinklers, for some odd reason, did not go off. The room
was filled with smoke, yet the fire alarm remained silent. And the people who were
accused were the ones who were trying to put out the fire. Had the ceiling caught,
we'd all be dead in less than a minute. Between that ceiling and floor, it's nothing but a
wind tunnel. The whole area, the art, shop, and agriculture, the business and home ec
and cafeteria would be ablaze in seconds. Whoa.
In the office, I told my exact perceptions, and it was clear that they were implicating
Legal, and i wanted to say, "No! I know him! I know you think he'd start that fire
because he doesn't do well in class, but I've been in art class with him! We talk for
nearly an hour every day, and I know he would never set a fire!" It's true a lighter was
found on him, but he was a smoker. A lighter was also found on Noah, and on many
dozen others who could have set the fire. "If anyone had been in there starting the
fire," said Mr. Cleary, "Will would have seen them." But he was never percecuted for
their beliefs. I think that's relevant to the dream. Well, have fun trying to figure out
THIS one.
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Nazi Soup
This is The Poster's Dream
4:30 pm - 2/22
I had this dream that was kind of like the english patient, in that there was that same
girl that died in the cave in it, but she was me. The Nazis were after her, but they
weren't nazis in the sense that they were punishing people for actual crimes, not just
because they were jewish. in any case, they were after her, i mean me, but she'd
committed no crime, she was falsely accused. But she was put in the crematorium
before this guy could get back with the evidence that she wasn't guilty, and he was
going through this buffet of soups, red soups and white soups, all cream soups, no
noodle or broth soups, with a ladel, looking for the one with the little paper(like a
fortune cookie paper) with her name on it. Then, I was in a parking lot here, and
there was this green/tan VW Rabbit convertible that i'd seen the day before, and my
wagoneer/truck with a big wooden farm wagon behind it was parked next to it. They
were about to tow it, but i insisted it had a parking permit, you just couldn't see it
because of the wagon. They insisted that the owner of the car was a criminal, and
they were taking it for evidence. I insisted that it was my car, so they said, "Then you
must be the criminal. That's funny, everyone thought it was a male." So they were
going to arrest me. I remember seeing the flashing lights on the police car...recurring
theme of persecution, false accusations, and being punished for crimes I didn't
commit. It may be of intrest that the day befroe this dream, I saw a film of the
Yanomamo, and they drink the ashes of their dead in a banana stew. Similar to the
soups I was seeing. That's all. I had dreams last night that were really strange, but I
remember very little of them now--not enough to write, anyway.
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Irelande
Title Of Dream Katie
This is The Poster's Dream
4:19 pm - 2/26
I don't recall the exact details, but i was sitting at the end of a long cafeteria type
table, but it was in the Robinson's house, but it didn't look like their house.
Katie was sitting next to me. Near us were two men, I don't remember who they are,
but they were people we both knew. I whispered to Katie, "How are you doing?"
and we started a quiet conversation. She was doing ok...but not great, and she
couldn't give details because those men were there. I told her, "We'll talk later, ok?"
she nodded.
There were going to be speakers at this dinner.....Mrs. Robinson got up and began to
speak (oddly enough, her hair was shorter, and black).
She introduced the first speaker, who talked about something trivial.
Then as WM began to walk up to the podium, her mom stepped back up there with
tears in her eyes. She said, "Even my family had problems"
and WM took the stage and began talking.
She started with Katie's eating disorder, and I woke up before her speech was over,
but I could tell she was going to talk about *everything*.
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Roman tablets and a $12 bill
This is The Poster's Dreams
7:12 pm - 3/12
I have had several dreams lately, and have posted none of them, alas...there was a
dream I had about the bridge, but it is long, and I shall post it later, but I had a dream
last night that Dad owed me $30, and he gave me 2 bills, one was a 20, the other
was a 12. I was going to mention this, but I figured he's just take it back, and I
wanted to keep it...
On Tuesday night, I had an ODD dream...we were at some archeological site, and
we were erecting these giant stone thingies to mark a crooked boundry line, and we
were going home for the winter or something. I think this was in Europe
somewhere...and they MOVED. It was like Stonehenge, you know, all those
stones...but they were tablets, tablets of stone, with Roman writing all over them.
Only it wasn't Roman. But it was in my dream...it was more like cuneform, actually.
They moved, but no one knew. Like that X-Files episode where they didn't know
that the same day kept repeating itself, it was only by measurment that we KNEW
they had moved. And they changed. At first, they were tablets, but as time went on,
they were each day something different...always large erect stones...but sometimes
with paintings. As time went on, with Russian religious icons, faded and weathered
with time. It was discovered. We had to get everyone out of there. There were evil
supernatural forces at work...I ran up the stairs to get this little boy out, and the floor
boards all were collapsing, and he was on this bed that was sliding, sliding...held up
by only 2 board, teetering, threatening to fall. I don't know if we got him out or now.
That's all I can remember any more...I'll try to put up my other dream soon.
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream University Center
This is The Poster's Dream
3:53 pm - 3/20
I had this dream last night that Irelande and I went to Anderson to visit WhiteMilk,
who was going to school there. We were in the Union, that is, the University
Center...and there was woodcarving of all these people in the walls...like in old
German churches and stuff. And I went through all the rooms, and it was weird...kept
seeing this guy there, everywhere I looked. He doesn't exist IRL. I was supposed to
learn something from this.
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Chamillion Tree
This is The Poster's Dream
10:21 pm - 4/9
I had a dream that I was Wayne Haun...I remember that Brian needed 3 chamillions
for his science fair project, so I went outside to catch them. There were four on a
tree, green, and I grabbed two of them, put them in a plastic box(like you put a
hamster or a lizzard in), and went to grab another of them...they were going up inside
the hollow part of the tree. I hesitated as they ran up the inside of the tree, not
grabbing at their tails(in the dream, I didn't know that their tails came off as a defense
mechanism). Reaching up inside the tree, I thought I had one, but it was a snake and
it bit me.
I think that the chamilian represnets conformity to me...they change from brown to
green...represents changing myself around different people, and if I do that, I'll get
bitten, that is, hurt...perhaps...any opinions?
I had another dream last night, but I have completely forgotten it by now.
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Chamilion Tree Revisited
This is The Poster's Interpretation
7:18 pm - 4/10
While lieing in bed last night, I realized my interpretation was incorrect. Note Wayne
Haun. Note the serpent. Perhaps I should mention that Wayne Haun is a preacher.
This is not about conformity per se, it is about RELIGIOUS conformity...and the
serpent in the tree? Well, that's biblical symbolism for Satan.
SO, I am a religious person, but I am trying to catch what others believe...I've got
some of it, but not all...and I reach for it...I hesitate...but grasp for it...but what I think
is something spiritual I am grasping at is really Satan.
SO, what this dream is telling me is that I'm trying too hard to be religously like
everyone else, and I should listen to myself more...that what I think I SHOULD
believe I really SHOULDN'T, it's Satan in disguise...I hope it makes sense...it does
to me, it's a real revelation. I just don't think I can put it into words...it's almost like a
spiritual vision...but it's not, I don't think, I understand its meaning. Comments?
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream A Prophetic Dream
This is The Poster's Dream
7:30 pm - 4/23
I had a dream on the night of April 16, that Daemion and I were sitting in a dimly lit
room, on the floor, and he kissed me. I woke up thinking, "What a weird dream!"
The next day around 6:30, when we were sitting in a room shaped exactly the same
way, except in chairs, and he kissed me...I just thought it was odd. Later that day, we
were sitting on the floor of my apartment, which was dimly lit...it just is quite
prophetic, I think...
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream F-EB
This is The Poster's Dream
7:36 pm - 4/23
I had this dream last night that F-EB and I were in his car, going someplace. I
remember us passing Edinburgh...in any case, I asked him why he hadn't replied to
my last e-mail, and he said it was because he didn't think he should ask me out over
e-mail...and reached over and held my hand. I thought, "Hmmm...now would be a
good time to tell him I'm seeing someone else...how do I bring it up without hurting his
feelings?"
I think this dream goes to the fact that I haven't told many people(especially my
family) about our relationship...in some ways, because I'm not sure how serious it is
yet(holding hands with someone else, that is, F-EB)...in some ways, because I don't
want to alarm them...
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Bids
This is The Poster's Dream
3:51 pm - 5/3
I had this dream a couple nights ago that my parents and I were staying in this hotel.
Dad had a different job than he does, he was reviewing several plans, and would
choose one. Several people had put in bigs. Kyle Schmall's bid was on a large poster
hanging on the wall. He'd signed his name in charcoal, so I knew he'd done it in art
class. I remembered watching him sign it. The other two bids came from Stacy
Johnston and Margaret Layton. I didn't know which one should be chosen, I was
biased because I knew them. Later, WhiteMilk and I were at the Stewart Center at
the campus phones. The motel must have been near here.
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster The Management
Title Of Dream I have a dream...
The Dream BBS is back in business...where have all the dreamers gone? Can we have a little support here? It would be MOST appreciated. It is indeed difficult to do this when nobody's posting.
The Management
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Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Iowa AmTrak Cabbage Patch Kids
This Is The Poster's Dream
I had a dream in which my grandparents were riding on an AmTrak train. I rode on one myself last summer. Later, I was living on a frontier in Iowa. When we reached our new home, I said, "It's so very flat. It's beautiful!" In reality, I come from hill country and I miss the hills. The house was very old, consisting of boards haphazardly nailed to a frame, similar in structure to my grandparents' corn crib. There was a feeling of impending doom, as if the former inhabitants had died due to an Indian raid or plague, and that soon the same would be after is. This somehow involved fire.
Later on, I was in an historic building selling used Cabbage Patch Kids for $2, $3, and $6, depending on their condition. Then, Sam Vertz came in and I told him he could take whatever he wanted. He was going to kill me. I woke up, and realized it was December 2.
Elisa Temphanelli
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Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream The Lone Gunman Meet My Cat
This Is The Poster's Dream
My favorite anthropology professor, Prof. Watson, was giving an exam, and during the next class, we were having the final. He told us to be sure and read that article by ??? F???son about wolves in Alaska and something about them, and I could not get the name or title down. After class, I
asked him if it was on reserve, and he said it was.
Don't forget to read this article, it will be on the
exam! I was wondering, why does he keep giving us so
much work? It's Dead Week, we have an exam AND an
article to read, and the final's tomorrow? I was
walking down these steps which do not exist in real
life, to the underground hick library(we actually do
have Hick's Undergraduate Library, which is
underground), and they were these granite steps, 6
steps, a landing, 8 steps, a landing, et cetera, with
these elaborate fountains that kind of reminded me to
the set for The Sound Of Music, and all these studentsthese elaborate fountains that kind of reminded me to
the set for The Sound Of Music, and all these students
sitting on them. I walked down the steps, then realized
the library was back up, so I started back up, and there
were all these students sitting around talking about
people they knew who had ODed on various drugs and were
either in the hospital or dead, in a very apathtic way.
"Man, I had this one friend, man, who somebody dared
him to, like..." And so, I was walking to the library,
and stopped in The Village area, and went into this
tropical fish store owned and apparently opperated by
The Lone Gunmen of The X-Files, and Gatita, my cat, was there. The liked her. She liked the tropical fish they were selling, and I had to keep her away from the aquariums. I told them how I had caught her and tamed her. Then, she wanted in my room and it was 4 a.m. I went back to sleep and dreamed I was in Dillsboro School's gymnasium doing teaching some kind of German dance to these kids for a Christmas production. I had to dance with one of the little girls in the performance. I remember feeling so foolish, but realizing that without my part it would have had to be canceled.
Prof. Watson gave us too much work last semester, and Prof. Akers gave us too much this time. An article on wolves? It's an anth class! Does this denote irrelevance? The steps, I have no idea. The students--no idea. The tropical fish store owned by the lone gunmen and my cat? It makes no sense. I did go into an antique store which sold tropical fish yesterday...other than that, I see no relevance. Any ideas?
Elisa Temphanelli
Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream The Lone Gunman Meet My Cat
This Is The Poster's Dream
My favorite anthropology professor, Prof. Watson, was giving an exam, and during the next class, we were having the final. He told us to be sure and read that article by ??? F???son about wolves in Alaska and something about them, and I could not get the name or title down. After class, I
asked him if it was on reserve, and he said it was.
Don't forget to read this article, it will be on the
exam! I was wondering, why does he keep giving us so
much work? It's Dead Week, we have an exam AND an
article to read, and the final's tomorrow? I was
walking down these steps which do not exist in real
life, to the underground hick library(we actually do
have Hick's Undergraduate Library, which is
underground), and they were these granite steps, 6
steps, a landing, 8 steps, a landing, et cetera, with
these elaborate fountains that kind of reminded me to
the set for The Sound Of Music, and all these studentsthese elaborate fountains that kind of reminded me to
the set for The Sound Of Music, and all these students
sitting on them. I walked down the steps, then realized
the library was back up, so I started back up, and there
were all these students sitting around talking about
people they knew who had ODed on various drugs and were
either in the hospital or dead, in a very apathtic way.
"Man, I had this one friend, man, who somebody dared
him to, like..." And so, I was walking to the library,
and stopped in The Village area, and went into this
tropical fish store owned and apparently opperated by
The Lone Gunmen of The X-Files, and Gatita, my cat, was there. The liked her. She liked the tropical fish they were selling, and I had to keep her away from the aquariums. I told them how I had caught her and tamed her. Then, she wanted in my room and it was 4 a.m. I went back to sleep and dreamed I was in Dillsboro School's gymnasium doing teaching some kind of German dance to these kids for a Christmas production. I had to dance with one of the little girls in the performance. I remember feeling so foolish, but realizing that without my part it would have had to be canceled.
Prof. Watson gave us too much work last semester, and Prof. Akers gave us too much this time. An article on wolves? It's an anth class! Does this denote irrelevance? The steps, I have no idea. The students--no idea. The tropical fish store owned by the lone gunmen and my cat? It makes no sense. I did go into an antique store which sold tropical fish yesterday...other than that, I see no relevance. Any ideas?
Elisa Temphanelli
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Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream School Bus Whirlool
This Is The Poster's Dream
I had this dream on Saturday night(January 22) that my grandparents' house was in a neighborhood, by the Ohio River, as in Rising Sun. Every day I went out in my boat to watch the dolphins, which could be seen 200 feet below surface. Historic ships went down the river(only-time sailing ships, ornately decorated). I was standing there, watching the river, when a whirlpool began to form. Several miles wide, unreal, I thought, like a special effect from a movie. Hundrends of people gathered to watch. They started coming to the riverbed, picking up shells. Suddenly, I had great fear. A tidal wave, whenever the whirlpool stopped. We were all going to drown. I found my mother and frantically explained. We got in the schoolbus. The driver almost refused to give Mom the key. The bus was filling up, and we still had to let my sister and grandparents on, so we started the bus and began moving. My grandfather was running by the side of the bus, trying to get them on. He hoisted my sister onto the bus first. Then my grandmother. I had a vision like that in so many cheesy movies, that he couldn't get on in time, but he just barely did. I told him I was afraid he wouldn't make it, but he reasured me, "Oh, I can run really fast." We kept driving until we got to Tennesee. We went into the hospital. We asked the receptionist if she'd heard how the tidal wave in Dearborn County had turned out. She stared blankly as if she didn't know what I was talking about. I wondered if I had been wrong.
Elisa Temphanelli
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Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Holocaust Dreams Again
This Is The Poster's Dream
It's been a long time since my last Nazi dream(Nazi Soup, if I'm not mistaken). Last night I dreamed about Nazis again...in Africa. You know that as well as Jews and Gypsys they also put the mentally ill in concentration camps...now, if you just ate or are just about to don't read any further yet...there was a black man. He had something wrong mentally. They came and took him from his family. I think he was me. They cut open the back of his skull, as if to perform brain surgery. He screamed and tried to get away. The Nazi who had cut open his head(he was still alive) was eating his brain. It was horrible and gruesome. They then took him on to the concentration camp. They only ate part of his brain, but they took such horrible sadistic pleasure in it...the grounds girl, a black lady who knew him, asked what had happened. I woke up with my heart racing at 2:30 this morning. I could not get back to sleep. I don't know what this dream means. That kind of hate frightens me.
Elisa Temphanelli
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Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Band
This Is The Poster's Dream and interpretation
I had this dream last night. I had been praying for something, some dream or some insight from a friend, that would tell me what was wrong. It was like something from the Delphic Oracle, thought...it took me a while to figure out that my walls of wood were ships and not a forest.
Cut the metaphors and talk, Temphanelli! Anyway, I dreamt that I was in a band. Kevin Turner and Kim Wiegard(sp?) were in it. I'd just joined. They were showing me around, showing me all the instruments. Kim showed me a self-playing guitar that had been made by her grandfather when he was in the trenches in WWI. I told her my grandfather had stayed home from WWII because he had had asthma(why I didn't say TB I'm not sure), and also because he was supporting his parents, brothers, sister, a wife and a son. I was telling Kevin about Daemion, and how he had helped me to work through so many things, and how I loved him. I was wondering about Heather, and how it was that they broke up. Kevin started kissing me. We were just talking, and every time we paused, he kissed me. I didn't think this was odd at all. I woke up wondering if this meant that my relationship wasn't supposed to last forever. I was very upset. But then when I was e-mailing Daemion it came to me...the thing that's wrong, the thing that's missing...I always wanted to be in a band, but never was. The band represented a group of close friends with which I belong. That is missing in my life! Also, the instruments: I don't write enough music anymore! I think I've found it. I hope so. Comments?
Elisa Temphanelli
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Name Of Poster The Management
Title Of Dream New look
This Is The Poster's Anouncement
Perchance To Dream...The Dream BBS will now print messages with the latest message on top.
Regards,
The Management
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Name Of Poster: Toms
Title Of Dream: http://www.netian.com/~sexyfun
Hi..
Look great..
I want you visit my homepage..
You will get a lot of good picture from My homepage ..
bye..
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Name Of Poster The Management
Title Of Dream Inappropriate content
This Is The Poster's Anouncement
What is the meaning of this post, from an unknown user! All users must send me an e-mail before posting initally. This iser Toms, is hereby banished for reason that he posted an adertizement, and not a dream. There is a place for advertizements. It is called the ad banner. Perchance To Dream...The Dream BBS exists for the purpose of recording and interpreting dreams, and abuse of the system will not be tolerated.
Regards,
The Management
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Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Dillsboro Skull
This Is The Poster's Dream
I wish I'd written this down sooner. I dreamt it yesterday.
In the first part, I was at Dillsboro School. And then I was watching this B-movie that had been filmed on location at Dillsboro School in the 1970's, and it was about how they treat some people. It included scenes from the trip through Dillsboro and Aurora as it must have been in the 1970's. I was watching the film and having all these memories from the old, no longer existant 1928 building. But it wasn't really what I remembered, for example, in the morning instead of sitting on the bleachers before class we were in a really horrible part of the old building, and we had these cubby holes for our things, holes made from the inside of the cinder blocks that composed the wall(only the building was pre-cinder block). That is basically it for that half. In the other half, my mom and I were going out west about an old archaeological find. We went into this barn. There is was: the giant skull we had come for. It must have been from some giant primate, I thought, because there were features of it that looked to apelike to be human, such as the brow ridge and jaw. We saw the skeletons of the people who had dug it out over a century ago. We wondered how we'd ever get the skull out.
I'm currently in a primate class and we have been studying these things. Also, before going to sleep I was remembering this legend about a Pueblo building that had burried treasure inside. Many men have used this building as a shelter. Finding their way back, they heard of its treasure, but were never able to locate it again. Other than that, I do not know.
Comments?
Elisa Temphanelli
Elisa Temphanelli.
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Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream Who's Pants Are These?
This Is The Poster's Dream
I had a dream last night. I remember missing the bus and walking, and then seeing the bus pass me. A similar thing actually did happen last night, but with a different bus.
Then, I had apparently walked to my boyfriend's.
Same as in real life, except he was a Catholic priest. In my dream, he was going to leave his order so we could get married. Our relationship was apparently sexual. He lived with his parents, and we were lying in bed wearing no pants. I could hear his mother come in, looking in the attic for the very large family dog(that doesn't exist in real life). Also, the house was much different than it is in real life, still very large, though. He told me to just be very quiet and she wouldn't come in, then he got up to put his jeans on, and I was still there, and she opened the door. I tried to cover my legs with this blanket. She acted like she didn't even notice this. Several other people came in, and no one seemed to notice he was just holding his pants in front of him and I was just barely covered with a blanket. I thought perhaps this was because the bed was around a corner and they couldn't really tell. The closer they got, the more uncomfortable and paranoid they'd see that I wasn't wearing pants I got. That's really all I remember. This dream makes very little if any sense.
Elisa Temphanelli
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Name Of Poster The Management
Title Of Dream Upgrade
This Is The Poster's Announcement
If you'll look at the frame to the left, I have added Read Posts.
Regards,
The Management
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Message from Lynne
This Is The Poster's Dream and Interpretation
Early in the morning of May 2, 2000...
I was in a classroom in a building which was a cross between Esch Hall and the old Aurora Middle School. The desks were the kind we had in 5th grade where you could slide your books into them and the chairs weren't attached. It seemed to be a lecture style class and Lynne was teaching it. For some reason I stood up in front of the class. I had many more scars all over my arms than I do in reality. This girl in the back corner who was a cross between Lydia James and that Margaret girl who pushed me off the slide in kindergarten stood and was advancing menacingly toward me and making cruel comments about my scars. She was describing in detail the circumstances of each cut and burn as though she had been inside my head when they happened. I turned to run from the room and Lynne stepped toward me but I slammed the door shut and ran down the hall. I was in the basement and I ran into a bathroom that was around many twists and turns and corners and I sat there and I don't think I cried at all. I wasn't able to. I finally walked back out of the bathroom and I ran into Melissa. We walked around the building for awhile and when I stopped at a water fountain to get a drink I realized that Jacob was standing just down the hall from us. I waited and waited and finally I worked up the courage to go talk to him. He seemed really surprised to be meeting me. We talked for a few minutes and Melissa wandered off during this time. Then Jacob had to leave so I was standing alone in the hallway. As my classmates left the room I pressed myself against the wall and tried not to be seen by Lydia/Margaret. After the students were gone Lynne walked out of the room and over to where I was standing. I reached out to hug her but she shook her head and said, "There's no need to hug me goodbye." Instead she took hold of my hand and we began walking up the stairs, just being together. Our conversation was sporadic and fairly superficial but it was still incredibly fulfilling. When Lynne left she did give me a hug but withouth the desperate clinging that I normally exhibit. There was just a great peace about all of it.
I feel as though Lynne was sending me psychic messages that just happened to be presented to me through my dream. For one thing I've been feeling insecure and thinking that the only reason Lynne has anything to do with me is because I force myself upon her. I sometimes feel as though I have to be having some huge crisis in order for her to pay attention to me. In the dream though i was not seeking her attention or expecting anything from her but she tried to offer me support anyway. She did not have to try to follow me and comfort me. I've also felt highly unsettled by the lack of closure the last time we saw each other. In the dream she was telling me not to make every goodbye seem like the last one because she was not going to abandon me. Also just holding hands and walking in silence signified for me our spiritual connection.
The main thing that I am still uncertain about is the significance of my arms being so incredibly scarred. I'm thinking it may have something to do with my spring term class. The scars may have been representative of emotional scars (which in real life is what self-mutilation tends to be anyway) which I was finally daring to expose to others. My spring term class is Drama of Mental Health, and I'm so terrified of joining the discussions for fear of people's reactions to whatever I may say. I think that having Lynne teach whatever class I was taking in the dream was my mind's way of saying that I feel safer expressing myself in classes she teaches...but as the dream shows, just because she is the professor doesn't alter my classmates reactions. And I can still go to her for comfort and advice even if the problem is not in a class she is teaching.
Well if I think of anything else this dream could mean I'll write more later.....it was a pretty incredible experience to wake up from that!
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream More about the Messages from Lynne
This Is The Poster's Interpretation
I think that Lydia/Margaret represented every person/occurrence in my life that has encouraged me to shut down and isolate my experience from others. It's interesting that although my dream said a lot to me about changing my attitudes/reactions and reassuring me about my relationship with Lynne, I still, in the dream, ran from the things that were troubling me instead of trying to face them. I ran from the past instead of looking it in the eye, and working through the problem. I wonder if that is an indication of how hard I will have to struggle to not run away from life's difficulties.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Patience to Wait
This Is The Poster's Dream and Interpretation
I was at my house with a large group of people, including my mother, Melissa, and a bunch of people I didn't know. There was also a dog--a rat terrier, I think. It wasn't a great weather day and we were all sitting around waiting less than patiently for Lynne to show up. We each had something we wanted from her. Finally she arrived and people were crowding aroundn her all talking at once. I got pushed to the back of the crowd. As people began having their needs and wants fulfilled the crowd began to dwindle away. Finally, everyone was gone and Lynne was sitting on one of our porch benches, working on something. I wanted to sit by her and hug her and not let go for a really long time, but she had her hands full of whatever she was working on. I sat down on her right and reached out to try and hold her right hand but since she was still working she was holding papers and whatever. So I was sharing her hand with these papers and she was paying much more attention to her work than she was to me. I was frustrated and a bit jealous that I had waited so long to see her and she was so distracted.
When I awoke from the dream it occurred to me that a LOT of people are anxiously awaiting Lynne's return from her honeymoon and that in the little time she has before going to Massachussetts they will all be vying for her attention. And she's going to be trying to give everyone what they want and still take care of her own needs too. If I am impatient I may get some time with her but it will not be quality time. However if I can stand to wait longer there will be time that we can offer each other our full attention and spending that time together will be a great joy.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Impatience
This Is The Poster's Interpretation
With hindsight I realize that I was twisting my last dream's interpretation to make me optimistic. There was nothing in the dream to indicate that I would get any time with Lynne, and I got exactly what the dream showed--nothing.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Christmas and Steel Magnolias
This Is The Poster's Dream
I just need to get these two segments of dream written down before I forget...so maybe I can come back and interpret tonight.
In the first, I was sitting in a circle of chairs with all the cast and crew of STEEL MAGNOLIAS. We were all reading. Most of the group was reading photo copies of this workbook thing for personal analysis. It had all kinds of activities about your past experiences, and your goals for the future and whatever. I didn't have a copy of it however. I was reading Deepak Chopra's HOW TO KNOW GOD. Cindy Barnes was sitting next to me, and she wanted me to look at this one page of her workbook that had a diagram of a tennis court. It was some kind of puzzle. I never did get around to looking at it, but someone gave me a copy of the workbook. It was an actual book though and not photocopies, and I didn't want to write in it, so I got out a notebook and wrote down answers. I pretty much just answered the questions that didn't require much thought though.
The other dream was set at my house. Grandma and Grandpa were getting ready to go do some Christmas shopping. They insisted I had to go with them, but I wanted to look around the house and be nosy so I told them I'd already done my shopping. It was almost true, the only person I didn't have a gift for was my cousin, Gina. They weren't going to let me stay home, so while they were getting dressed, I went into the "game closet" as they call it, which was much bigger than in reality, and which in my dream held the door to the attic. I went up to the attic and found this old file cabinet. I opened the top drawer and found lots of little toys from my childhood. I specifically remember a multicolored neon super ball and some pen caps that had the tops of disposable razors inside them. I picked up one of the razors and was going to cut myself but I realized I would get blood on my shirt sleeve--my shirt was pink and white striped. I opened the next drawer and found a bunch of old pajamas. Then I opened the bottom drawer and found a huge collection of genealogy research about my family. I was so pissed that my grandma had all this stuff and didn't tell me about it, even when she knew I was interested. I realized I needed to get back downstairs. I came back down and shut the door behind me, and realized that grandma was standing there in the game closet. She was crying and looking around frantically. I asked what was wrong, and she said, "Your grandfather is missing." It turned out he'd only been gone for 10 minutes, but she had no idea where he could have gone to. She looked up at the door to the attic and told me I needed to seal it back with tape. I'm not sure why--maybe the tape was a signal to her that someone had been up there..maybe just to keep some cold air out, but the weather was summery even though it was almost Christmas.
I just realized I had a third dream...I was standing backstage in Ransburg Auditorium. Sara Womer walked up to me and pointed out a large bag of food sitting on a table. She asked if there was any way I could take it to Ricky. Ricky lives pretty far away and I don't drive, so I don't know why she was asking me. Then Chandra (Ricky's girlfriend) came up and explained why they had bought food for Ricky, but I really wasn't paying attention to her explanation. The show was about to start, and Sara finished sticking all this baby's breath in her hair. Then she picked up these small, pale purple flowers and was about to go out on stage. She said they were for some guy. I know I knew who she said they were for, and that the flowers had some symbolic meaning for his character. The people out on stage were singing a little opening song to start the show, and backstage, she interrupted them by very loudly singing a love song, and then stepping out on stage and putting these flowers in the guy's hair. It was *not* part of the show.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Here Comes the Bride
This Is The Poster's Dream
I know I should probably analyze the previous three dreams before posting another, but that would be way too organized for a scattered INFP like myself. :)
I was at home and my cousin Gina came over to visit. First we hung out in my room for awhile and then we went to the pool room where there was stuff scattered everywhere. Gina was look for her TV remote--I think--or something else that she had no good reason to bring with her. I don't think we found it.
We walked into the living room and Grandpa was sitting in his chair wearing a tuxedo and holding a broom. "I've got the broom!" he announced. I started singing, "Sweep, sweep, sweep-sweep" to the tune of "Here Comes The Bride". I danced with the broom. Grandpa showed me a page from the TV Guide with a picture of Ally McBeal getting married.
Somehow we showed up at the place where the wedding was going to take place. I wasn't dressed appropriately--shorts, T-shirt, tennis shoes, and my blue sweater. The same room was being used for both the ceremony and the reception. They had a run crew there to rearrange all the furniture after the wedding. Grandpa was the father of the bride. The run crew rehearsed the "scene change" once. Then I went to put my coat down but the ceremony had already ended and it was time for the reception. I went to the table where Grandpa was supposed to be sitting. I put my sweater on the back of the chair. Mark and Debbie were at that table. Debbie said, "Everyone must take off all jewelry and take everything out of their pockets so they can't fidget with them. In a person's mind, the things that cause them to fidget are emergency situations." I warily piled all my stuff on the table and turned to go get food. I had barely stepped away from the table when I felt myself fidgeting with where my ring used to be. I turned back to grab it off the table, but Debbie snatched it away and said, "No, it's an emergency situation. Deal with it." I flipped. I screamed, "I don't care about your damned emergency situations!!!!!!" The world began spinning around me and I started falling. It didn't hurt when I hit the ground because I had passed out.
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Name Of Poster Elisa Temphanelli
Title Of Dream I wish it was just a dream...oh, wait, it was.
This Is The Poster's Dream
I had this horrible dream last night. I was going to my car, which must have been in a parking garage, and it was night. I saw a guy throwing his keys up in the air and catching them repeatedly. I knew he was an outcast and sympathized with him. When he didn’t catch his keys and they fell to the ground near me, I picked them up to hand them to him. He seemed to appreciate this as anyone who dropped their pen by one’s desk would appreciate it. Then, these four other guys came out, to let me know they didn’t appreciate anyone being nice to him, similar to how a black man might have been treated for flirting with a white woman by members of the KKK. Anyway, so the four of them grabbed me and took me into their dorm. I was screaming for help and trying to get away. They were restraining me and taking my clothes off. I didn’t know what they were going to do, but I was really, really scared. I know that I was on a bed or stretcher, being carried through the hall as they were taking my clothes off. They took me to the kitchettte, and they were going to do something with ice, but they had a second thought, and were going to put me in the refrigerator, which was empty. I was screaming, "No—don’t you know I’l,l suffocate in there?!?!" I knew they had no intention of actually KILLING me. They were rapists, not murderers. I somehow got away and ran down the hall. I saw a janitor and said, "Help, they’re trying to rape me!" I suddenly realized that I was wearing absolutely nothing. I hadn’t realized it when they had taken off my underwear. The janitor stared stupidly, pushing his/her cart with the toilet paper, mop bucket and water, and all that. I’m sure you’ve seen those. I ran outside, covering myself with a burgandy towel I got who knows where. I thought about how much I wished it had just been a dream. I thought about how I’d have to tell my freak about it, and about how much it would upset him that I’d had to go through that and I wanted to spare him from that. I knew I had to get out of there—fast. I saw a bus and waved for it to stop but it didn’t see me. I was going to run after it but I saw another coming up the street. (I had run to the stop across from Grissom Hall.) I waved at it, and then waved for it to go on because it wasn’t my bus, but then I remembered this was not a usual circumstance and ANY bus would do. But when it stopped I could see the sign said, "Out Of Service," but there WAS a passenger, and I told the driver, "Help, I’ve just been sexually assaulted!" He let me on and the bus headed towards the depot across the bridge. Then I woke up. I was so incredibly grateful to have done so. I was SO certain this had actually happened…and it traumatized me so much that I actually thought it DID happen, and felt as if it had. I’ve never had a dream before that was so vivid and so horrible that I actually thought, "I’m going to have to tell people about this. Oh! How I wish it was only a dream!" Usually when I think THAT, I know that it’s not real. But I didn’t. I feel like it actually happened, and I’m so shaken. I can’t figure WHAT could have caused it, or what it could mean.
Elisa Temphanelli
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Career vs. Family
This Is The Poster's Dream
First I dreamed that I was walking along a river bank in the early evening. The sun was just beginning to set. I met a guy and we started walking together. Somehow we got to talking about sex and I said that I would have sex with him (he didn't ask, I offered). We went off into a tree lined area, and he laid down on his back. I began rubbing his chest and very slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He reached up to touch my sides and my butt and it made me so terribly uncomfortable that I told him not to touch me. I had taken off his shirt and was beginning to undo his pants when the dream just ended.
Later in the night I had another one. I was riding around between Aurora and Lawrenceburg on a bike. The area was less developed than it is now. I rode along and parked my bike on one side of this building, which I thought was offices but it was really a motel. I got back on my bike and rode around to the other side where Lauder's office was. I considered going in for a mental evaluation but opted not to. I rode further and the town grew until I was in more of a mid-sized city. The sidewalks were bricked. At some point while riding it occurred to me that I was pregnant. Eventually I rode my bike all the way to my college dorm. I went inside the building and walked down a hallway carrying a two year old girl with long brown curly hair. Somehow I had managed to have a baby and have her grow to be two in a very short time. I walked down a hallway to a very scary staircase that had a sign saying "Theatre" pointing up. Jim was coming down the stairs carrying a little blonde haired boy. He said hi to me and told me the boy was his nephew. I introduced the little girl as my daughter. I tried to go up the staircase but the opening to it was far too small, and I couldn't squeeze through easily. The railing was loose and it wobbled as I held onto it. Jim reached out his arm and I handed my daughter to him while I tried to get through. He told me to try the other stairs and then disappeared, with my child. A little bug appeared in my hand and I turned to see that the other stairs were really a long ratty wood ladder that was difficult to hold unto. Somehow I knew that I was supposed to hang onto this bug while I climbed. It was a long slow climb and very scary. I often had to set the bug down and use both hands to climb then pick it back up. When I finally got to the top where there was a door to enter, I picked the bug up for the last time and stepped through the door, then realized that there was blood all over my fingers. I had squished the bug and it bled human blood. There was a sink directly across from the door and I washed my hands. I realized that there were two apartments using that door and they met in the middle at the sink. One side of the sink belonged to each, and they had to share the faucet. I turned to the left where there was a card for me on the counter. I didn't open it but started exploring the apartment. I found a wrapped gift on a table, and lots of displays of things. Lots of things that were vaguely interesting but I didn't really look at any of them. I found that my computer had already been moved in and I immediately booted it. Then I heard a voice calling me over the intercom. I went up and pressed the button and replied. Somehow my mom's voice was coming through, even though she was at home two hours away. She said they had just got home from bringing me to school (although I thought I had ridden my bike) and wanted to know how much I'd unpacked. I was about to say I'd call her to make talking easier (she didn't have my phone number yet) but she said she would get online and chat with me. However she didn't because I saw that the people in the other apartment, a man and a woman, were coming over to do dishes. I introduced myself, and they seemed very polite, but since they were doing dishes I felt like I had to wash mine too, so I did that instead of talking to my mom. I was just thinking about how I wished there was a door between the apartments for privacy when I woke up.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Themed Mansions
This Is The Poster's Dream
First I dreamed that my family got in a car and we were going somewhere on a trip. We were driving down Mt. Sinai Road when a car flew past us and crashed into a car that was going the opposite direction. I didn't recognize the person who had caused the wreck but in the other car were Matt Turner, Adam Turner and a girl that I don't remember. My family drove off saying that they were going to find a place to call for help, but we never stopped driving.
I woke up from that at 3 am, and decided that if it was significant enough to write down I'd remember it until morning, which I did.
After I went back to sleep, I had a dream in which my grandma bought a huge amount of gravel for a driveway. I couldn't understand why she would spend so much money on such an impractical thing when she's always complaining about how poor she is and when there were so many trucks and things pulling through her yard that would just mess up the gravel. Then I was sitting in the living room, and Melissa was there, apparently having a class taught to her privately. The professor was Dr. Brownlee and he walked in and was utterly charming and funny and I decided I wanted to stay and listen to the class too. After he left, I was painting a picture with water colors. I had taken all the precautions so I wouldn't spill on the couch or carpet, but grandma still yelled at me not to paint in there and to move into the kitchen. When I tried to pick up my stuff and move I spilled paint everywhere. I finally got to the kitchen and these six girls walked in asking for help. I ignored them but grandma went over and was talking to them. She ended up giving them each $30,000 (which I know she does NOT have). I was angry because she wouldn't ever give me that kind of money. She explained to me that they were involved in some sort of competition and by having a stranger give them that kind of money they would almost certainly win. I think she expected them to return the money but she didn't tell them they had to. We went back into the house, walking across the gravel driveway which had already been very torn up. It hurt my ankles to walk on it because it was so unlevel. When I complained about it hurting though, grandma just made fun of me. The house suddenly changed into a huge mansion. Only the first floor was completely finished. I went exploring in the house, and went to probably 5 or 6 floors before reaching the attic. The attic was mostly finished and decorated as well, but the in-between floors just had cluttered boxes and things sitting around in all the rooms. Those floors didn't even have walls in some places. I went downstairs again, where grandma was arguing with the cook. The cook insisted that we let her have the "corner kitchen" in which to do her job. It was a kitchen in which the two outer walls formed a curve and all the kitchen equipment was on one side of the curve. A beautiful pair of glass doors to the outside was on the other part of the curve. I got bored with the argument, so I went back up to the attic and wandered around. I thought to myself that if I had a house that big, every room would be finished, and they'd each have a theme. Like we'd go ahead and decorate one for each holiday, and never ever take the decorations down. Somehow I ended up sitting at a table downstairs with my mother. Grandma's purse was sitting there and I reached in and took a piece of gum out of it. She came up and took her purse away. Mom opened hers and some little bugs came scurrying out. She wanted me to catch them in between some window clings. I laid one down and then when the bug crawled on top of it I put the other on top, so the edges would cling together and trap the bug. I caught them all until a big fuzzy spider crawled out and my window clings were too small. I didn't want to touch it and mom didn't have anything else to catch it with. It got a way and I was flailing around screaming, trying to keep it off me. I woke up with my skin crawling.
Somewhere in there, but I have no clue when (I think before I saw Dr. Brownlee) I was babysitting a girl about 8 or 9 years old. The only thing that happened was we hugged each other. Nonstop. For like an hour.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Lesbian Rape
This Is The Poster's Dream
First there was a part about college, that I don't remember. Then, I went on vacation with my cousin, Sally, my grandma and my uncle. For some reason, in the hotel rooms I was sleeping with Sally and grandma was sleeping with Uncle Mitchell. Sally and I both brought a ton of books ans we were reading in bed. She asked me if I wanted to read THE BELL JAR and I told her I'd already read it, that it was a great book. Grandma yelled at me for leaving books on top of the tv, because she thought it would hurt the tv. I pointed out to her that in every other hotel room there had been stuff sitting on the tv when we got there. She said, "Fine, you don't have to move them till tomorrow" but I could tell she was pissed so I got up and moved them. The next day Sally and I were grocery shopping. This group of four girls kept harassing us. One was blonde, and really chubby and was wearing something like a sports bra, only longer to cover her stomach. It was blue and yellow. Another one looked a lot like Anna Nassett, only taller. When they were bugging us we physically fought back, but it didn't really help. Finally the Anna look-alike approached me alone. I hit her, then grabbed her hand and started bending back her fingers, as I pulled her along with me through the store. I flipped her upside down and dragged her into a bathroom stall. I pulled off my pants, leaned back against the wall and forced her face in between my legs. Very hesitantly she started licking, and when I squeezed her tighter she licked faster and harder. After awhile I thought I would just let her go, because I really wasn't feeling much, but then she started just barely flickering her tongue. I came almost instantly, and I woke up because I actually did have an orgasm in my sleep. It was freaky.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Steel Moons
This Is The Poster's Dream
I was in Esch Hall trying to collect all the STEEL MAGNOLIAS props that needed to be returned. Amber Martin was the props master and she was too busy playing around with the sound board to help. I went in the dressing room to see if any actors had brought props down with them. Vickie handed me a watch and Simone handed me a ring. The watch had a teal face, and the ring was a big chunky silver-colored one with a moon and star on it. I was trying to flirt with Vickie but she pushed me away. I knew who the ring and watch belonged to but everything had to be signed in by Amber before being returned. I went back upstairs. Fritz and Amber were still there and Fritz kept glaring at me. I went to the stage right wing and the wing lights were out so I just harely had a glimmer of light coming off the stage. I couldn't really do anything until Amber came to help me so I just fiddled with the props and then wandered over to stage left. There were three tables with tons of keys on them. It was every key used on campus. I didn't think it was a very good idea for them to be left out like that, but I didn't want to touch them either. My mom and grandma arrived and walked up on the stage. Simone was on stage then, standing on the stairs in a frumpy cotton dress with tiny green flowers all over it. She introduced herself to my family then walked up the stairs past them, saying "Oops, pardon my moon" and giggling. She had a huge plastic butt attached to the back of her dress. I said, "Classic Simone" and hugged her. Then I went home with my family. I walked into my room and saw that all my furniture had been rearranged. The desk, dresser, toy chest and cedar chest were in the same places, but my bed had been moved over so that it was lined up with the doorway, and it was only a twin sized bed. There was a huge black plastic chest, about the size of the cedar chest, between the headboard and the wall. I had my cassette tape cabinets next to the black chest, and then both nightstands were next to that. Then there were one or two bookcases next to those. The lamp was on the nightstand closest to the bed. There was a huge empty area in the middle of the room but it was nearly impossible to get to. There was another twin bed that appeared and disappeared. It was parallel to the first, coming out from the nightstands. There were sticky strips diagonally on the wall where my bulletin board used to be, I guess as a way of hanging a new larger bulletin board. Mom and Grandma asked me to draw them a picture for the living room wall, but I told them I couldn't draw anything as big as they wanted. I was freaking out about the furniture and telling them it all had to be moved back. My grandma laid down in my bed for a second then said, "You're right, I'm not comfortable." Then my mom handed me a booklet of old, expired scratch off game cards and they both left. I scratched the cards even though I knew I couldn't claim the prizes.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Caught in a Storm
This Is The Poster's Dream
June 29th.
It was the first day back at school, when everyone was moving into dorms and buying books. I spent all day in the new student center, which was located downtown. I don't know if the entire campus had moved downtown or just that one building. When I first arrived I saw Kelly Boyd and stupidly agreed to meet her for supper. Then just before supper I was talking to Janet Veal-Drummond and she asked me to eat with her. I said yes, totally forgetting about Kelly. We both had a couple of things to do first so we agreed on a time to meet. Just after we parted I remembered Kelly, and went looking for her to ask if the three of us could eat together. I couldn't find her and didn't end up eating with Janet after all because I realized that it was 9:30 and I needed to get all the way home to Aurora. I wasn't at all concerned about walking so far, so I guess that I was going to walk a little way and get a ride from there. I walked to the sidewalk and turned left (west) and kept walking. I had gotten just far enough that I wouldn't really want to turn around and go back when it started pouring down rain. The storm was huge and I was totally soaked and it was so dark I could barely see. I got disoriented and took a few wrong turns. I thought that if I could find a phone and a street sign, I could call my uncle and have him come get me. Then I worried that he might not be home, but I realized that I could also try Lynne, and one of them would probably be home. I couldn't find a phone anywhere though. I walked into what seemed like a church-owned youth center, but I didn't see a phone anywhere in sight. There were tons of people in there playing basketball and they all turned and gave me such a creepy look that I thought "I shouldn't be here" and walked back outside. I was so tired I could hardly walk. I couldn't stand upright and I kept stumbling and falling. When I woke up I couldn't move for a few minutes and I wasn't at all rested.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Day Mare
This Is The Poster's Dream
Well, it was sort of a dream...at least it was a fantasy that I didn't have control over. Also on June 29th.
I imagined that I hadn't seen grandma all day, and that when I went looking for her, I found her dead body underneath a tree or a bush. Later when grandma came inside from mowing, she told me that she had tried to ride too close to a tree and that a branch hit her shoulder then scraped along her face, knocking her glasses off. She had thought it was going to break her neck and knock her off the mower.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Care for the Fishies
This Is The Poster's Dream
July 2nd. I was in a sort of orphanage. On a table in my room were six fish tanks. I put three of them away and filled the other three with water and fish. I left two tanks side by side on that table and moved the other one across the room onto my cassette tape cabinets. A couple of weeks later I checked on my fish again. One tank had no fish in it and the one next to it was full of what I suppose are guppies although I didn't call them that in the dream. On the other side of the room, the tank had such murky water that I could barely see the fish. All of a sudden a large flat fish swam by the glass and I could sort of see it. I wanted to transfer it to a different tank, but for some reason the empty tank wasn't an option and I was afraid that if I put it in with the guppies it would eat them. I went and asked the woman who ran the orphanage. She said that it would only eat the guppies if it had no other food, but that she didn't trust me to remember to feed it. I asked if I could have one of my other tanks then and she said, "You can't even take care of what you have. I'm not giving you more."
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Pixels, Pickles and Moving
This Is The Poster's Dream
July 3rd.
I was out on the street and I got beat up. When I awoke I was in my Uncle Mitchell's house. The kitchen and living room were all one room. Sally had taken an intensive month long art class at the Smithsonian and had totally redecorated the house. There was a long rectangular dining table, made of a dark wood, with benches on the long sides. It was sitting upon a carpet whose pattern was made up entirely of little squares, like TV pixels. There was a little booklet describing Sally's class, as well as her class workbook sitting on the table. I started flipping through them. Sally and Gina and I ate something, but I don't know what it was. Aunt Debbie was up and about cleaning and Uncle Mitchell was at work. When he got home he didn't find it weird that I was there. He asked if the carpet hadn't had mre blue squares before. Sally said no. He helped Aunt Debbie bag up the garbage, which included two unopened jars of pickles. They sat the heavy trash bag on top of the trash can. Aunt Debbie picked up half a bag of this plaster/clay substance and commented that she'd need more soon. Uncle Mitchell said he could get it for her if she'd give him the exact product name but she refused to tell him. Then I asked her--I told her I could order it online if she gave me the name--and she told me. Then she accidentally brushed against the garbage can and the trash bag fell off. I was expecting the glass pickle jars to shatter but instead the bag tore open and the jars just rolled a few inches.
The alarm woke me up. I wrote down that dream, and then went back to sleep and had another.
I was in a huge mansion out in the middle of the country. It was in a wooded area, in the early evening, proceeding into pitch-black nighttime. My grandparents had bought the house and we had just moved in. I was exploring because I had never seen the house and the old owners had left some furniture and things. I was up on the third floor in what was going to be my bedroom. It wasn't quite dark out yet and grandma and grandpa left for a little while. They told me not to go outside while they were gone. I didn't have a key and the door automatically locks when it shuts. I climbed out my window, down a tree and walked around the yard. When I tried to climb back up I couldn't quite get in the window. I stood at the bottom of the tree, terrified of what kind of trouble I would be in. Then I realized that I had a key in my pocket. I tried it in the front door and it worked. Not long after that grandma and grandpa got home. Grandma was going through the house, picking rooms to close off since we didn't have nearly enough furniture to fill them all. I told her that instead she should put very sparse furniture in each room so we'd be more likely to buy more furniture and fill up the house. We decided it wa late and we needed to go to bed. Grandma told me to just sleep in the room on the second floor because the bed was made and a few of my clothes were in the dresser. I started changing into my nightclothes when I realized I was right in front of the window. I didn't think anyone was out there to watch me, but I moved anyway.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Complementary Egg Hunt and Survival of the Wittiest
This Is The Poster's Dream
On July ninth...
I was on a school bus. Julie and I got on together. I saw AJ sitting a little past halfway back, on the bus driver's right. Julie and I went back and sat in the seat behind him. AJ wanted to talk to me so I moved up to sit next to him, but then the bus driver yelled at him and told him he had to come sit in the front seat. When he did she started yelling about how he couldn't take a trip to Chicago alone. I got up and walked to the front of the bus to sit with him and she started yelling at me for standing while the bus was in motion. I sat by AJ and I asked him who she was to him, that her opinion was so important. He realized that she was not someone he respected and that her opinion didn't affect his decision to go to Chicago. Then he was gone, and I thought it was time for me to get off the bus, but when I looked out the window all I could see was a wall of white bushes along the edge of the road. I decided to get off, so I stood again and the driver resignedly stopped. As soon as my feet touched the ground she hit the gas and sped off. I walked along the road and when I reached the end of the bushes, there was my yard. There was no driveway and when I started walking across the grass I looked down and saw hundreds of little birds eggs. Some were orange and some were blue. I tried not to step on them but several inadvertantly got smushed. When I finally got to the house, I consciously roused myself from the dream, stretched and rolled over. I quickly replayed it in my mind and then went back to sleep and dreamt the following--
I was in the basement hallway at SDHS witha large group of people that I knew from all over. Some from high school, both colleges, and from church. I was wearing a short black skirt and a short sleeved blouse--pale blue, I think. I didn't know until I got there that we were going out into the woods for a sort of combination Survivor/Big Brother type show. We had a cabin in the woods but some of our time would be spent roughing it in the wilderness. I had gone on one of these before, wearing the exact same type of outfit, and not only had it been awkward out in the woods, but I had been searching for fruit and one of the guys raped me. I would never have worn the outfit this time if I had known where we were going. We hiked through the woods to our cabin and I was freezing. We got inside and started unpacking and staking out our territory. I got a spot near one of the TV's. I plopped down in a big armchair and Ms. Kinnett came over and sat next to me. She had a book with all the rules for the trip. We had to vote people out, like on the TV shows, but at each vote there was a rule about the reasons we had to vote someone out. The first vote we were supposed to vote out someone who had a negative attitude that could pull everyone else down. We discussed some of the other reasons and since we all already knew each other before we got there, we speculated on who would get kicked out at each vote.
Ok, I swear that tomorrow I'm gonna make some attempt to analyze all these dreams I've been putting on here.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream Insecurity at Butler
This Is The Poster's Dream
July 14th
Yes, apologies for breaking my promise to interpret some before posting new....I did at least copy my dreams into word and saved them so I can make notes directly in the dream text. That's progress!
In the book I just read about dreams it was said that if you are already tired and you consume a small amount of caffeine just before bed, your body will fall asleep easily like normal but the caffeine will keep your mind active and you will dream more. Also it talked about giving yourself suggestions about dreaming before going to sleep. Well, I was tired earlier than usual last night, and I tried the caffeine thing and went to bed, telling myself that I would have active, meaningful dreams.
Here's what the result was....
I was in our sewing room installing a new security window. Grandma and Gina were in the kitchen making a peach pie. After I finished with the window I went in to taste the pie and help them do the dishes. It was getting dark out and we heard a rattling noise at the new window. We were all really freaked out and looking for stuff to use as weapons when mom walked in, entirely out of breath. She told us that she had gone to the front door and there was a sign there saying to go in through this security window. When she went around to it there were instructions on how to open it from the outside, and she had climbed in. Of course, we were all really scared by this, because just anybody could climb in, so I went to try and fix it. I found that the window was just stuck in there without being hooked down, and it would just slide in and out. I asked for nails to hook it in, but they all told me that I didn't know what I was doing.
Then it was a bright sunny day. I was walking outside along the driveway, holding my entirely naked baby girl. She was probably four or five months old. Mom walked out and I told her that I needed to go buy sunscreen for the baby. She said we also needed sunscreen for the kitten, and that we could go to Wal-Mart and get some. It was like when the baby was born we didn't go out and buy all the stuff we needed. So, we went to get in the car, and we didn't have a car seat for the baby, but it didn't matter because just before I got in the baby turned into a kitten. So we were driving along and I was holding this kitten and I realized that I hadn't put on my seatbelt (which was stupid because we were in mom's car that has automatic seatbelts). But I moved the kitten out of the way for a moment to put my seatbelt on.
Then I was on a school bus, sitting with Melissa. Some man was at the front of the bus, assigning seats, and Melissa got assigned to a seat with some other girl, and I didn't know anyone else on the bus. Then it became a large classroom with booths rather than desks along each side. There were couches and stuff in the middle, and it seemed that coffehouse events were held there at times. The people whose seats had been assigned were sitting in the booths on one side of the room, and the guy that had assigned them told them class was over for the day. Then I realized that although we both had this literature class in the same room at 11 am MWF, we had two different professors with different lesson plans. My professor did not assign seats but he told us that we couldn't leave because he had a lesson for the day, unlike that "other" professor. He never did teach anything, but instead fooled around with all these stacks of books which were apparently our textbooks(and there were about 10 of them) but we couldn't use those copies. He called for a break and I went down these stairs to see where they led. I ended up in the library/bookstore. I couldn't find any textbooks at all though, and I wandered out of the bookstore to a Dairy Queen that was in the basement. I checked to make sure I had money, and I asked for a mint chocolate chip Blizzard. They lauged at me and told me that the mint chocolate chip was just ice cream, that it didn't have to be mixed with anything. I said that at all the other Dairy Queens I had ever been to, they still mixed it up to make it softer. The guy said he would do it but then these three girls that he apparently knew came up and they were screwing around and stealing things so he never did fix my ice cream. I realized the break must be over by then and I went back to class. I overheard the professors talking and the one that taught my class quoted a line from RENT. I went up to him later and asked if he could tell me what they were talking about and he said that it was private. Finally the class ended and he said we would need our textbooks by Wednesday. I walked outside into this big grassy area and then I was inside a mall. There was an extension of the school bookstore and I realized that the reason I didn't know anybody was because I was taking the class at Butler. I went in the humongous bookstore and I still couldn't find any textbooks so I finally asked the clerk for help. She kind of reminded me of Paula Ream. She took me to where the books should have been but they weren't there so then we went up all these steps and ramps that were made like inside the cave at the museum in Cincinnati. There were ferns and fountains and stuff but when we went upstairs we ended up out in the mall again, and there was no more to the bookstore. I walked into some other bookstore, a chain store not school-owned, and I still couldn't find what I was looking for, and grandma was in the store too, but she couldn't find anything either.
Anyway, that was the dream...and another thing in this book was that we all have a "dream memory" so that even if we never consciously remember a dream when we wake up, a part of us does still remember it, which is why we have recurring dreams and stuff. Since reading that, I have frequently had images from past dreams flash through my mind, and many of them have been dreams that I had years ago and never wrote down.
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Name Of Poster Dana
Title Of Dream More about Butler
This Is The Poster's Dream
Oh yeah...forgot to mention that when I finally got out of the class it was 4:30 in the afternoon and I commented to this girl in my class that I had missed my movement class (at 2:00) and that theatre production (at 4:00) would probably be over by the time I got there. That was why I went directly to the bookstore.
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