What Paradise Holds

There was this competition in an arena where I had to deflect a rocket being launched from entering these holes, or I had to get them in the holes, I don't remember. But I got a tip that it was easier to position the rocket depending on your position to the moon. It was weird. I don’t remember the outcome of the competition, but we had to run from there (we as in my companions and I) because people were trying to kill us.

We ran through a town that reminded me of old market places, but it was present time period. I noticed a man who was in obvious distress and rather frazzled. I saw him popping pills. His family got a lot of crap because of him.
(this parts is funny but sad)
They said his name was Horton- as in Horton hears a Who.
He claimed to be hearing voices, but didn't want his family to catch the crap for it, so he was taking anti-psychotic drugs to make the voices stop. You could tell it wasn't helping and the town knew it.

There is this big gap and I can't piece together what happened here.

Then I am swimming out to an island with someone. I think it is for safety and to hide. We almost drown swimming out there, and knew it was a possibility when we started out. but we make it in one piece.

The beaches are this beautiful white sand! They are so smooth and have the most perfect slope you can imagine. It was amazing- a paradise. I saw this conch shell that I was going to grab, so I started getting on my snorkeling gear. By the time I was ready, my companion had grabbed already grabbed it. I was so jealous. I still wanted to find something of my own, so I began to snorkel around.

(In my dreams I often switch from which perspective I see the dream- I don't always see it through my own eyes)

My companion and I were snorkeling when I start to see these corpses in the shallow areas of the beach. They were rather fresh and you could still identify them by their hair and clothes and even some of the skin remaining on their faces. I realized that my companion was heading into an area where other corpses were. I tried to shout out to her. She was swimming ahead of me, and I realized that she, my companion, was me and I was looking out through the eyes of the person who was my companion.

I was doing everything I could to keep her from swimming forward because I had noticed something she had not. The corpse that she was about to swim over would traumatize her. I watched her as her eyes opened wide and the recognition spread across her face and tried to rush to help her for I had not warned her in time.

The corpse she was swimming over was her own.

Our Own Little Islands

This dream happened a while back. Like other times, where it takes a simple movement or thought to trigger a replay in my head of a dream that I had not remembered perhaps since the morning I woke up from it, this one came back randomly while driving with a friend. It is the connections in the dream that I am fuzzy on, but I will try and paint the picture as best I can.

I lived in a place where each house was its own little island. We were out in the ocean and had to travel between houses by boat. These weren't little tropical houses, but normal, in-land houses on a piece of land that stuck out of the ocean but had no beach, it just cut off.

I went to visit my friend in his house. It was the length of a small house and had no inner walls. The outside walls were of old barn wood and there were planks missing in the walls and more missing from the roof. I tried to share his enthusiasm as he showed me around. I suggested fixing up the place and making it more sturdy, but he was content with how it was and how it fit in with his life.

After a little while I felt a storm coming, like a drop in barometric pressure that could slap you across the face. I stepped outside and could see the horizon darkening. A big storm was coming and where we lived that meant a hurricane.

I rushed inside to grab my friend and run to a more secure location, but he wouldn't come. He tried to brush of my insistence with confidence in his house and his desire to wait the storm out there. All my pleading with my dear friend got me nowhere and the winds only got worse. It got to the point where I knew if I risked the storm any further, I would die, too.

I sped home. My home was small but made of bricks. I grabbed a few things and then headed outside. It was hard to get back on the wave-runner I was using because the waves were tossing it around, but I eventually was able to mount it and head toward the mainland.

The storm overtook me before I could make it to the shelter of the mainland. I came across a fast-food place and ran inside, seeking what shelter I could find. The walls were mostly windows, as most fast-food places are, but it was better than being caught out on open water.

As I entered, I tried to shout at people to take cover, but for some reason they just wanted to watch the clouds darken outside and the wind rip the leaves off trees. Did they think the glass was going to save them from the storm?

In attempt to save myself and the child that I was protecting, we hid behind one of the half-walls they have in the seating area. (I do not remember if she had been with me the whole time, if I picked her up at the house, or if she found me in the restaurant, but at this time I distinctly remember her being there and me doing everything I could to protect this precious child.) Something finally broke the glass and the screaming began. glass was flying everywhere, but we were sheltered from the worst of it. I found a door that lead to a storage closet and hid in there til the worst had passed.

The next thing I remember is racing inland to find my family. I knew that chaos would soon break loose on the main-land because of the storm. I ran with the child to find my mother at a super-mall.

The mall had many stories of shops and a complex system of ramps and pathways between the individual shops. I was surprised that I could find my mother at all in the maze of merchandise.

I found her with my elder sister and quickly explained the situation. We rushed to find my youngest brother. We were fortunate to find him quickly, but had more difficulty finding my middle brother.

We finally found him. He had transformed himself into a mannequin! I think he was trying to practice his stealth and observe others unnoticed. I was infuriated!

The mall was already filled with chaos. People were running from one direction to another, things were burning and mobs were forming.

I yelled at him and told him to change himself back immediately. As soon as he realized what was happening, you could see it in his eyes. We stepped back so he could change back.

In that moment, things happened so quickly I could not intervene. A small mob came up, picked up the mannequin that was my brother and threw him over one of the walkway ledges!!!

"GABRIEL!!!!!" I screamed.

I leaned over the rail in time to see him shatter into pieces. My heart was breaking. He was so close and I couldn't save him. If I had only made it there just a moment sooner he would still be alive. My brother would still be with us, not lying in pieces beneath us being trampled by those running mindlessly in the chaos, if I had only done better.

We had to move on.

With tears held back, I urged the rest of my family onward. I had to be strong and not fail the others.

In exiting the building, we dodged other things being thrown from higher levels. At one point we were nearly smashed by a large Christmas tree. We made it out only to see that chaos had enveloped everything, everywhere.

My sister, my mother and I talked as my brother held the child I carried with me. We pulled our money together and knew what we had to do.

There was an island a distance from the shore where we knew that there would be safety to be found. I don't know what was different about this island, but there was hope, and that was more than we had here.

We all walked to the end of this pier, pushing our way past others who also knew that there was hope on this island. Because of the demand for watercraft, with all the money we had, all we could purchase was a small waverunner and enough gas for one trip out there.

I stood there, holding the hands of my mother and sister. We held our heads high as we shouted words of encouragement to my brother. He held the baby and looked back over his shoulder with tears in his eyes. One last look. Then he started up the small waverunner that was all we could afford and headed toward the island.

We were able to give hope to him and the child and that was as much as we could do. Death eventually awaited us on the mainland, but that was not nearly as painful as the regret of wishing we could be there for my little brother and the child in the life we hoped they'd find.

Hell in a Street Sign

So, just so you get an example of some of my dreams that don't make sense, I thought I'd tell you about one from the other night.

We had Hell contained in an old, metal street sign that had been shot a few times with a shotgun. I don't know how or why, but we had somehow managed to contain Hell into this sign, and the only way to keep it contained in there was to hit it with these other metal-like things. It made an aggravating noise even for human ears, but it was keeping Hell in.

We were in a house and people were running all around, trying to keep the minions of Hell from getting inside and releasing it from the sign. I wasn't involved with the fighting, I had to make sure that Hell didn't get out. At one point during the fighting, we were not doing so well, so my friend and I, in charge of the sign and keeping Hell in, took it and hid in this food pantry.

The next thing I know, I am fixing a dryer. There was a hole in the thing that tumbles the clothes and clothes kept getting wedged in between the tumbler and the base. So, I had to reach in and pull out a a brightly striped sock so that it would tumble again. I knew it was almost pointless because more clothes were just going to get jammed in there if we didn't plug the hole.

It's random. I know. This is how they usually are, so I don't post them all. I just thought I'd give you a glimpse on what it's like normally.

Just Because It's Good, Does It Mean That It's Right?

Piecing together my dream last night was kind of difficult because there are a few snippets that I don’t know where they really began or ended and where they fit in. However, even leaving some of those out, it was still pretty interesting.

My dream began as I was part of a family party out on this great expanse of green grass. It was obvious that it was set up for a wedding but that seemed to not have happened. I left the party and walked toward a house that was atop of the hill of grass.

Once inside, I went down a square stairwell that lead to the cellar. There, I encountered two young Irish teenage boys. We started talking and they flirted with me for a while and it was nice. Then their demeanor changed and they were trying to get me to do something. I didn’t understand exactly what it was that they wanted, but I knew that it scared me.

I ran passed them and out the door. The door had changed and now lead me out into an old village square where the roads were dirt and people were driving wagons. I was in a long skirt and had to pick it up to run. I ran around the central park and stopped short as a wagon with two men in it stopped in my path and came after me.

I darted into a store that was selling produce. I ran past barrels and crates displaying fruits and vegetables. When I had gotten to the end of them, the fruit was being displayed under lights and with sprinkler systems for watering them. The floor was also tiled and there were checkout stands between me and the automatic front doors.

I ran outside and jumped in a car with some friends and started driving away. We were calm, feeling as if the danger had passed. When we stopped for some pedestrians in the street, I saw two young men about my age that I recognized as friends walking up behind our car. They were both what I knew could be considered trustworthy as well as charming. I realized that they would be the perfect set up if someone wanted to capture me and convince me to do that which I was running from because I felt it wasn’t right. I told the driver to speed up and swerve around the passengers. As he did, the two walking behind us got angry and started running toward us.

A chase ensued. It was classic in the weaving in and out of traffic, around building and swerving to try to lose our pursuers. Then the dream faded.

I reentered my dream at a point where we were still being chased. However, we were now in hovercraft-type vehicles. Our craft dodged in and out of giant, fallen statues and toppled sky-scrapers. Again, the dream faded.

When I again reentered my dream, I had been caught. I was being taken before the man that was leading this movement, this idea that I was running from and fighting against. We were on his spaceship and there was a great view of the stars behind him. He was wearing a cape that almost made me laugh out loud. He interrogated me and tried to get me to crack, but I held strong. I looked down on him as he drew closer to yell into my face. My eyes and heart held firm and he got no information out of me.

He sent me back to my cell with one of his lead men. Apparently I was not to be trusted. When I was placed back in my cell, the man of considerable rank, who escorted me, entered as well. He quickly showed me some information on a screen in the wall. I knew that this was information vital for my escape and to help others.

I looked again at the man who was helping me. I realized that he had helped me before. In each of the different time periods that I had been in, I had been caught. And each time, this man had passed me information and helped me escape.

To cover our exchange of information, we had to make it look like he was taking advantage of me when the guard looked in. After there was a witness, he slipped out of the room and I was able to escape.

There was more time that I spent running through tunnels and avoiding those under this man’s influence. It was so bad that the entire government was turned. I was able to find other groups of people like me and pass on the information that I had received.

At one point when I turned a corner I ran head on into a group of “police” troops. They were covered from head to toe in a suit of solid colors. Built into the suit was armor and weaponry. Each different shade was used to denote rank and, in some ways, personal identity.

In a split second I was pelting out the nearest exit into the street. All the speed that my legs could produce and all the experience and agility built into my lean, trial hardened body were not enough to save me from the ambush that awaited me.

Troops circled the cemented area right outside the opening that I had exited. I froze. For a moment I tried to figure out how I could take some of them with me and end up dying instead of being turned. I knew that brainwashing was what awaited me if I were caught alive again.

I never had a chance to die. I was hit with a blast from one of them that knocked me out. The only impression was of me, lying on the ground looking up. It was as if someone had drawn a mark on me. There was a ring shining on my head with a straight line down the centerline to my navel. Where the line crossed the shoulders was a perpendicular line that had two shorter lines extending downward about where the line reached the deltoids. There was a second line perpendicular to the centerline that was shorter than the first and about heart level. This whole mark was drawn in bright red light. I knew once I felt it on me that there was no hope of saving the real me. Then there was nothingness.

I woke up.

I was upright, alert, dressed in a bright red uniform and had a weapon in my hand. I was facing two similarly dressed individuals. One was in dark purple and the other in dark green. I recognized them as my friends that chased me at first. I felt the excitement that my friends felt that I had finally joined. I felt a strong feeling that what I was a part of now was right. It was for the good of everybody, if only they’d see, if only they’d join. The power and the good that this movement could do was amazing!

I now lead a troop of soldiers through the underground tunnels that I knew so intimately. It felt so right to be leading them so that others could be shone the light and any resistance could be distinguished. Turning right and left, with every step I knew I was doing that which was right, that which would help the cause.

It wasn’t until I was holding a gun and cornering a family in one of the tunnels and looking into the frightened faces of the children and the defiant look on the parents’ faces- faces that I knew personally- that I faltered in my new found direction.

Was this path right? Was it good for me to force people to take it? Just because it could do good, did it mean it was morally right?

Eaves dropping on Apostles

The other day I recalled a dream from a few weeks ago.

I was cross-country skiing up to a yurt in the Uintahs. I went there over a year ago, so I recognized the place. When we arrived at the yurt, it was beautiful spring weather and the snow was gone.
I sat at the picnic table with some friends and I grumbled inwardly, well mostly inwardly, at the other people coming up the trail and disturbing the beautiful, peaceful, mountain scene.
My gaze spanned across the lake that took center stage of view from the yurt. The light blue reflected from the water's surface and contrasted majestically with the deep green of the pines that blanketed the mountains surrounding the valley.
As I acknowledged the beauty that I beheld, my consciousness/entity moved forward til it was at the center of the lake. The Trees that I gazed upon then transformed til I was looking up at the twelve Apostles.
It was as if the lake had become their table and they were all seated around it. I felt as if I were eavesdropping through some magic. My body was now swimming in the lake, treading water as I looked up at these giant figures.
They were discussing which Apostle would be assigned to which area of the world. When it came to Henry B. Eyring, he was pleased to accept an area that had a certain school in it because of his attachment to that school.
After he accepted the assignment to speak there, I had to turn my body in the water while treading water so I could look at the person next in the circle. I was both stunned and not surprised at all to see that Jesus Christ, the Savior, was sitting with them in the meeting. I wish I could describe Him to you, but even though He was completely recognizable for who He is, I am unable to remember what He looked like.

"Dark have been my dreams of late."

Two nights ago I woke up during a dream that was absolutely wonderful.
I was in somebody's arms. They were holding me and their hands were lovingly caressing my back, my arms... I felt so loved. It was so real that it woke me.
Since it was 3 hours before I cared to wake up, after a minute or two I closed my eyes to fall back asleep. The dream returned. But it had changed. Now when I looked into the eyes of the man that held me, the love that had been there was replaced with lust, greed and anger so intense that they glowed. Instead of feeling safely held, it was now as if he was pinning me down.
Fear filled me, my heart started racing and I struggled to get free...
I woke from my shallow sleep and could not sleep for hours.

Last night I dreamed of a place where we were mixed with a different sort of species. They looked human enough and we had apparently gotten along quite well for years.
The dream started with the announcement that something had started triggering Them into killing sprees. Each humanoid was not triggered to kill everybody, just certain people, but would kill others that stood in their way.
It was hard to hear, because we had been friends with some of Them. We lived on a campus/compound area that we knew we could secure from the inside. We had to set up situations where we could get the few of Them that lived with us on the compound into rooms that we could lock from the outside. We hoped this would keep them and us safe until whatever was happening could be figured out.
In one situation I was coached on how to get one of them into a room with a few of my friends from school sitting by me in chairs. When She was brought into the room She was so much taller than me. She looked down on me and said something that I do not recall. I was holding a thing of crackers in my hand. When she saw the crackers, this somehow set her off. I watched as she turned from my friend to a creature similar to the zombies on "I am Legend." Before she was able to attack me, others restrained her and lead her to a holding place.
After this, the campus seemed pretty calm. There were a few more of Them that were not secure, but they seemed more peacable and we had hopes of talking them into some of the rooms just to make sure nothing happened.
I was talking to one of my friends near one of the bathrooms when, from across the main commons, I hear a voice calling me saying "She's on a killing spree!"
I turned to see a commotion in a group of people where some had been trying to talk to one of Them. I heard this creature shout my friend's name that I had been talking to. I quickly drove him into the bathroom with those around me. A few people quickly blocked the door and stood against it.
My heart was pounding as I listened to Her shreaks from outside through the windows high up on the walls of the bathroom. I saw a shadow of a head appear at one of the windows as she jumped to get a look of the inside. I could tell that she was almost certain my friend was in the bathroom that we had secured, but I did not want to imagine the rage she would let loose trying to get in here if she saw him. There wasn't much we could do. I felt helpless and scared just waiting for her to break through somehow.
I had pushed my friend into a stall that was opposite the windows where she was looking. Knowing my friend, curiosity had overridden his common sense, because, as I looked over to make sure he was hidden, I saw his head poke above the stall walls. How could he be so stupid!? I rushed into the stall and held his head down. I swear he would go deaf from being so close to the pounding noise my heart was making in my chest.
I looked up from him toward the window because the shouts outside had risen in pitch as well as those from within the bathroom. I woke, heart racing, with the distinct impression that she was no longer outside the bathroom...

Nightmare

Why do nightmares have to be so vivid?

Last night I dreamed that I was involved with this guy; let’s call him Johnny Depp (because that’s who he resembled). I knew that he was cheating on me. I knew that part of the reason that he was involved with her was because he was trying to get a hold of this Something- something almost like a treasure to him because of its great value.

I ended up leaving him. And as I was leaving, I could see through the walls into the house and I knew that he lay dead on the floor. I don’t know if it was me that killed him or the other girl, but he was dead, and I did not want to appear guilty for it.

I came back when I knew that he was just a skeleton and brought him back from the dead. I don’t know why. He was basically a skeleton that was trying to become more human-like again. He walked on all fours, just had a coating of skin over each individual bone and no organs. His skull was attached more to the rear of it, like an animal’s head. He was obsessed with getting his Something, and I was terrified of him.

We (him, I and a third person) repelled down into this hole to find an entrance to a dusty old corridor. I walked along side him, jumpy, never knowing if he was going to kill me. I looked at him and watched as organs began to form between his bones and his skin. As we entered the room with his Something, he couldn’t talk because his head was adjusting back into place and that cut off his esophagus during the transition.

Once in the room, I selected the things off of a shelf that I knew he was after. Once he had them, he and the other guy (turned out to be a friend from college) hugged each other and began to celebrate. I quickly ran up the stairs under the pretense of checking to make sure the coast was clear. I was really trying to find a way to escape. There was something about his Something that I knew he should not have and that could be very destructive to others.

My heart was pounding! I didn’t know if he would kill me now that he had what he wanted. The stairs led me up into a living room. There was a computer against the wall. I sat on it and acted casual as girls came up from a different room and had been making witches costumes out off too shear of a material but did not care.

When I looked at the computer I realized that if I deleted things off of here, that the Something would be useless. I also knew that he’d know the instant I did it.
He was just a few flights of stairs beneath me and I knew I couldn’t run fast enough to get away with my life if he did discover what I had done. I struggled, but was able to select and delete the things off of the computer. When I did, I heard an unearthly howl from below me.

I tried to get up and run, but couldn’t move.

Then there was silence. The only sound was the beating of my heart in my ears. I swiveled in the chair as soon as movement returned to my body. As I caught sight of the stair case he jumped out at me and shouted with his eyes glowing in anger!

I woke up with my heart racing! I swear I could feel his presence in the dark corner of my room even when I knew I was awake and that it had just been a dream.
It took lights on and a lot of prayers to push that feeling away.

Oh, how it would’ve been nice to not be alone on nights like this.

Treasure Seekers

1/27/10

Dreams have been crazy as of late.

Last night I was in a HUGE stadium packed with people. When whatever had been going on was done, people started streaming out. I lagged behind because I was looking for an engagement/wedding ring. I am not sure if it was mine or somebody else’s. I was looking up and down the stairs and under the seats and I had friends helping me look.

I found a ring. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t the one I was looking for. As I picked it up, a lady came running back into the stadium asking if anyone had seen her ring; she had made it outside only to realize she didn’t have it. I asked her to describe it, and it was the one I found. She was so happy and very sorry that I had not been able to find the one I was looking for.

This happened several times. It got to the point I could almost predict it. I was also getting very familiar with some of the tile sections of the stadium floor. Then somebody told me that they had found their ring, it just did not have the diamonds in it. They were very expensive and special diamonds. This time when I went to look on the floor, I was now looking at the tile at the bottom of the pool.

I figured, pushing my lung capacity, I could search about half the length of the pool at a time. I submerged myself and began looking for the diamonds on the bottom of the pool. I realized, as I reached half way, that when I concentrated on searching, breathing did not matter. It was such an amazing feeling to not have to breathe! I was able to make it the whole length without breathing. When I resurfaced, I was able to present a handful of the extraordinary diamonds that belonged in the band.

The scene then changed.

I was now in a large warehouse. There were other people there as well and all of us were trying to spot this peculiar man that kept showing up at random places. This man was supposedly the link to something very valuable. We would see him on a shelf, or touching a piece of merchandise that was on the shelves and we would all rush over to see if he had left any clues or to see if this merchandise was somehow different.

We were consistently disappointed. Over and over this happened, until I seemed to find myself separated from the rest of the group. I was not entirely alone, I had a shadow. This shadow was an entity, but not another person, and it would go where I went and it brought me comfort.

When I was no longer attached to the group, I realized that the man seemed to be showing up just to catch my attention. He DID seem to be passing ME hints; I just couldn’t understand them.

There was a big commotion as the other group of people seemed to be trying to catch the man, or perhaps they did, I never found out. When this happened, I got the very strong impression that the man was creating a diversion so I could head outside without others following me.

I ran outside to discover that the man had been appearing briefly in the warehouse, but the real work that he had been doing was outside. He had created with the various things from the warehouse, a small scale, 3-d map/image on the grounds outside.

I instantly knew that this was for me. My treasure lay somewhere near. I, with my shadow by my side, began to follow the clues that no one else could…

Then I woke up still wondering what my treasure would be and where I would find it. One thing was certain, I wouldn't find it in the warehouse.

Markets and Innocent Souls

I was in a busy market, surrounded by the sounds of bartering. The market felt almost as if it was inside a large building, but it could’ve just been that the surrounding buildings were close together and the stalls each had their own covering. I knew two of the jewelers that had stands there and mingled a bit with each.

Then chaos broke loose. People were running everywhere. The dream was a little fuzzy, but I eventually pieced together that a volcano exploded from the center of one of the buildings. I knew that people were dying. I saw lava burn up stands as it swept down a road.

The lava finally escaped down a hole in the ground and the chaos dissipated.

From the bits and pieces of the dream that I got after that, we were trying to see what we could salvage. One of my friends and I picked up what we could of some of the beads and leather that we found in hopes of making things that we could trade in the more basic economic system that we knew would develop after this catastrophe.

The next portion of the dream began with digging in a field. I was in charge of a group of people and was directing them where to dig. I don’t remember the exact purpose of digging, but the holes were deep and appeared almost instantaneously. In one hole, we unearthed a huge claw/finger thing. It was the finger of a huge robotic hand and I recognized it on sight. I knew that the machine was malicious, or had been used for that purpose. There was an ethical debate within myself of whether or not I should have them continue digging and unearth the thing. Part of me hoped that if we just left it buried, I would never have to deal with it; the other part knew of the inevitability of facing whatever lay under the earth.

We excavated the body of the machine (it appeared like a mix of Power Ranger Droid and a Transformer), but left the limbs still covered. Our attention was drawn to a human form that lay on top on the chest of the machine. It was a girl that had been blindfolded and buried with the machine. I investigated, trying to see if we could solve the mystery of whom she was and who had killed her.

The body moved!

I stepped back, in shock. The girl fidgeted and then rolled over on her side, as if she were merely sleeping. Realizing that she was still alive seemed to put together some pieces of the puzzle in my head as to what had happened.

Back when these machines had been used, they were used for evil. You see, it took a very twisted ritual, magic, and a young soul to bring these things to life. Once the ritual was finished, if the person that the machine was attached to was killed, it would allow the machine to absorb the remainder of the soul and become independent and free-reigning. If the child (for it usually was a child) remained alive, it would have some degree of control over the machine.

I knelt close to the girl and tried to wake her up slowly, for I feared that any strong emotional response from her would wake the machine beneath her that, out of luck, was still dormant. She woke with a start, but I did the best I could to reassure her. She calmed down and began to talk to me, asking questions.

She asked about her parents. I told her they were dead (I assumed as much considering that she had been buried for quite some time. However, I was not sure because the whole time factor kept getting mixed up in the dream and I was not sure if it had only been a year since I had heard of a murder that I was sure was hers, or if it had been centuries). I hoped that I was right because I did not want to imagine the heated temper that could escape her via the machine beneath us. I discovered that she had attended my high school but had graduated a few years after me. This only confused my time sense of the dream more so.

The girl was petite, had blonde hair that was virtually shaved in the back and longer hair in the front that was combed backward to where the shaved and the long hair met. She seemed very innocent and warmed to me rather quickly.

With a little explanation from her and a long look into her eyes, I saw what had happened to her.

There was a wizard, much like Gandalf from LOTR. Where we stood had been the center of a stone fort. Gandalf (we’ll use the name for reference sake) had tricked a great king into teaching him his call for his horse. The king’s horse was, in this dream, the lord of all horses and a very pure and trusting creature. Gandalf stood on the stone wall and called the horse. In his hand he held a very young wolf pup, and to his right was the girl, tied and blindfolded, still oblivious to her fate.

When the horse arrived, it was confused at the call from someone other than the king; yet, still trusting, climbed the ramp to the top of the wall to stand by Gandalf. Gandalf quickly took a knife and stabbed the horse neatly behind the shoulder blades, reached in and pulled out the horse’s heart.

Gandalf took the heart in one hand, the puppy in the other, held them over his head and began to chant. He then dropped first the puppy, then the heart in a hole in the wall the led down into a great chasm beneath. I watched the puppy land and the heart land on top of it, crushing it with the force of falling. Gandalf then grabbed the girl and tossed her into the hole and the memory went dark because the girl could remember nothing after that.

I was confused and frightened at this memory. I had been sure in my heart that Gandalf had been on our side. I knew that murder of such innocent lives. Why would he be doing something that was working with Them (I am not quite sure who They are, but They are dark and evil).

A small chance of a hope that I found in my heart was that he had seen a greater need for us to have this child and machine now. This child had to be special because I knew that the machines were inherently evil-driven. Perhaps she was stronger than the others.

For some reason I took this hope to mean that she was stronger physically and in fighting. I talked to her and got her excited with the hope and then asked the group of people I was with for their assistance. I told them that she could take any one of them down in a fight. Most laughed, or were too shy to step forward. Finally, one of my friends who is about 6’3” and 230 lbs and is a funny guy stepped forward. I knew he had no intention of actually hurting the girl, but I had apparently puffed up her confidence, so she stepped forward and punched him in the gut…

Nothing happened. She tried again with the same result. Apparently she did not have extraordinary strength.

So, if not extraordinary strength, then what was so special about her? I had a few things I wanted to try…

Next thing I know, my mom is waking me up by putting her new little Shih-Poo puppy on me so it can lick my ear and wake me up. Blasted mornings! Why do I never get to finish my dreams?

Constant Confrontation

The dream started in this hut/yurt on a beach. Inside the hut was Jesus (I remember looking at his face and thinking “Wow! They got a guy to play Jesus that really looks like him”) and his wife. They were on this wood platform in the middle of the hut and were just talking, smiling and laughing. Directly in the middle of the platform and hut was a wood pole. I knew that Jesus knew that it was his last night with his wife and there was some sort of tradition that they were supposed to complete, or it was just that it was customary to give the person who was going to die one last night with his loved ones. I watched and enjoyed the peace and love that these two shared in their conversation and interaction.

The quiet night was soon shattered by the shouts of a mob along the beach. Jesus was saddened, but not surprised. The mob came and broke down the walls. They allowed the woman to go, but then tied Jesus up to the pole and lit the platform on fire.
I could see other huts along the beach. They, too, were burning with others at their center. Most of the people who were burning were not entirely human, and was certain that few, if any, of them were guilty of a crime worthy of death.

My dream then spanned, like a movie camera, up and over into a mine outside of the city. At this point I became a character like Sherlock Holmes (Yes, I saw the movie) and had Watson as my partner in action. I do not remember all the details that happened in the mine, but I remember trying to make it to the surface. There was a machine blocking the escape and posing a threat, so I got beneath it and, just like in the movie, analyzed how best to take it down. It was pretty cool to think that clearly.

Upon escape into the woods, I became a character that I knew to be myself. I was with a group in the woods and we had guns. It seemed to be an End-of-the-World kind of setting where we were all fighting to survive. There was another group against whom we were protecting ourselves. There were frequent scrimmages in a forest made of tall pines. Machines were limited and very valuable, but we still had guns.

I was leading a scouting party to try and get some sort of advantage over the other group. We had to dodge from tree to tree as we got closer to their settlement. At times I could see my dog to my side and my team slightly behind me. There was a dirt road up ahead and I called a halt.

All of the sudden, a person began running out of their settlement, followed by shouts and gunfire. When the person fell not too far from us, I quickly went to help. As we pulled the person back into the trees, Marty, from Back to the Future, appeared on the road in a Firebird Convertible (Yes, there are apparently a few movie influences in my dreams). Even though I knew who he was and what his car could do, I just wanted the car because it ran. I offered him $500. He ended up giving it to me for $50 because he saw our situation.

My dream then shifted back to the city and had the focus on a peddler’s cart of toys. Some of the toys were alive and tried to escape the controls of the peddler. The last visual I got from the dream was seeing the treads of a tank that was so big that my vision in the dream could see the tops of the buildings, but nothing above the treads of the tank as it headed down toward the beach where Jesus had been burned.

The Storm

I am going to start out this blog site with a dream that I have recorded from a few years ago.

November 9, 2008

Last night I dreamt about some crazy magic.

We, I and other random people, were in a log cabin-type building and these demons kept appearing. All I remember is that I knew their intentions were bad and, luckily, this star symbol would appear on the ground before they would pop up.

I knew what we had to do to expel each demon. It got rather frustrating because some of the others were slow to act because they were afraid. I had to pick those that were at higher Mage levels, remind them to keep their backs to the demons and walk them through it step by step. Even though it was crazy, I wasn't scared, just ticked off! Most of the people knew what they should do but wouldn't.

The town that we were in lay high in a valley surrounded by sharp, majestic mountain chains that put the Grand Tetons to shame. The valley was flat and green as you headed back into the mountains and there was a steep cliff that lay between the village and the lower ends of the gap between the mountains and the rest of the world. The village, with the buildings all clustered near the edge of the cliff, was small, close-knit and had the feeling of an old western film.

After making sure the appearing demon situation was under control, I spent time wandering the town and interacting with whom I came in contact. I also got to ride a horse. This horse was not a pet, but a rogue creature. I affectionately called it Demon (ironically enough). At one point someone had tried to saddle him but only managed to get it on him backwards. Demon seemed content to not let anyone change it and let only me ride him.

At this point my most awesome sister, Tember, ran up to me and informed me that there was a huge storm was about to hit the town. All of those with the Gift to use crystals were needed to protect the valley. The crystals could be used to project a protective shield over the valley, so everyone with the Gift was told to grab their crystals and head down to a small cabin in the middle of the cliff face.

I quickly threw some survival things into a bag and jumped into a truck with my sister. I rode with her for a bit while I pulled out my bag of crystals. Each crystal was individual and would not always respond strongly to the call of the Gift. I had to touch each of them to my wrist to see if they would sing with my blood. I finally found two that made my heart quicken upon touching my skin. I then jumped out of the truck because I knew that I would be better off riding my horse.

I searched the town for Demon. When I found him, for some reason he would not let even me fix the saddle and ended up riding off without me. I felt abandoned, yet I knew something had to be done.

I found another truck and started driving. I did not go towards the cabin with the others. I felt drawn to a look out along the cliff’s edge that was close to one of the mountains. I could see the wall of dark purple clouds that were coming up between the mountains toward our village. I knew that if I could just place myself where I could see them with my physical eyes I would know what to do for my Gift with the crystals was different than that of the others.

As I reached the lookout, it was raining. I tried to back the truck up and turn it around to be better positioned, but, as I did, the back tires slid off the ledge. I felt the truck begin to fall and in my mind I could see exactly what would happen and how I would die at the bottom.

I was not ready to die.

That knowledge gave me power to rewind what had happened to just before the tires slipped and stepped out of the truck, planted my feet and, like I was supposed to, faced the on-coming storm…