Posted by jonvon on December 19, 2001 at 21:59:39:
In Reply to: latest flying dream posted by giveawayboy on December 18, 2001 at 04:39:01:
man i just love reading dreams like this. i don't know what it is, i just dig it. i wish more people would post their dreams.
if anyone wants to remember their dreams, here is how to do it. you have to be a bit of a slacker to pull this off, but its ok cuz it is for a good cause. ok, what you do is, when you wake up in the morning, go back to sleep. or wake up extra early and then hit the sack again. what is happening is you are waking up the conscious part of your mind. basically you have to get your conscious and unconscious brain functions going simultaneously. then when you wake back up you will probably remember the last dream (or two) you had. write the dream down! then do it again soon, hopefully within a week. try doing this once or twice a month until you get good at it. then it will happen without you really thinking too much about it.
also, make sure to post your dreams on the message board! why? because its fun!
: last night i had a dream where i was swimming with this girl named katie, actually the old crossover katie, and we started to fly. or i started flying and pulled her with me. she didn't realize it since she and i had sort of been dancing in this pool (she was a good dancer). then i flew her all over this little restaurant area and kept flying low so her feet would knock over salt shakers and things, but i made sure to avoid candles. anyway, only certain people could see us i guess. then at one point i was suddenly alone and flying like all get out, and navigating these curves and tunnels and i realized i was flying through some strange houses or mansions. then, there were these 6 guys who were neo-nazis, and there was a man who was trying to kill a baby and john was with me. at this point i had stopped flying. then those guys came to where we were and we saw some other gang appear behind us and i knew we were in the middle of a rumble, so i walked northwest, which is where i usually go when it gets hard.....anyway, i went northwest, sensing that help would come from here, or escape or something, and i walked smack into the side of this apartment complex that left me nowhere to run. so, i started climbing it and then remembered the power of flight, but it seemed like i couldn't just make it happen then. so, i crawled to the top of this building and i sat there and i made a plate of pasta and mashed potatoes and i didn't even eat it, and suddenly my mother was there and i confided in her all the times i had flown in dreams and even sometimes in my waking reality where i felt gravity had loosened it's grip. i asked if she believed in mystical experiences and she said YES! i asked her what she thought about me flying, but she couldn't answer, since by that time we had been joined by all these people who were laying onthe ffloor and laughing and tying bacon strips around this luggage. and it seemed funny to me since bacon is considered unkosher and since we weren't on the roof anymore, and it seemed like the people and the luggage tied down by bacon was like a metaphor for being tied down to earthly ways, and not being free. they were all so happy, but it was like the happiness of ignorance. i on the other hand, and my mother, were somewhat uncomfortable and it was like we were on the roof and down here at the same time w these people and we felt sorry for them. anyway, after this dream i knew i was supposed to fly. also in the dream there was this cherokee indian with a little girl following him around. he kept telling her all kinds of things. and he was a christian too. and at one point he was telling her about the trailof tears, and then he said, but our feet are still here. and then she came and stood in front of him, and he readjusted his feet (to make a point) and stood before her and he said it again: OUR FEET ARE STILL HERE. the girl was cute as hell. she looked white sometimes and indian others. she wore a blue velour shirt and a blue hat, sort of like the Blue Boy, that famous painting. she had black hair and white teeth and dark eyes and was very pretty. i don't remember what he looked like, except that he looked holy. that's it, he looked like holiness. and i could see them since i was flying over them.
: back to the guy killing the baby. see, this baby was snatched from the man by an eagle, and i thought the eagle was trying to kill the baby. then the eagle dropped it and a german shepherd took it in it's mouth, but it seemed ferocious at first, but it carried the baby like it was being protective. the ferocity wasn't directed at the baby. then somehow the man had the baby and that's when i saw they were neo-nazis. it was real gross.