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September 8, 2013 - Cabin in the Woods
and The Gift Shop
This first dream was not dark but it was broken up. Mike
Blom and I are building a cabin in the woods near Baker Creek Park.
There are a series of scenes - one very bright - where I am meeting
Diane at First Citizens. I assume for money to build the cabin. Most
of the time Mike and I are working on the foundation, especially
under the cabin.
Second Dream: Not bright but not too dark. The dream feels like a
continuation of the first dream. Cathy and I are building and working
on our Gift Shop. It is a very cozy, earthy and nice - quaint - shop.
Like a nursery / flower / gift shop. A large shop. I am
involved with a customer who wants a gift for his mom. He finds a big
shiny box of cookies on a shelf way in the back of this shop. I
take it down off the shelf and bring it to the register. We
quibble over the original price of $40. And settle on $28.50. I
awake at 9:11 AM
September 14, 2013 - Wooden Coindre Hall
In a well lighted mansion. Looks like Coindre Hall built out of
wood. Artie and Pam are there; he is visiting me. Lots of activity
late at night after a festival. A fire breaks out in a cemetery
across the street. I am going around unplugging things. I pause at
one plug and think that by pulling it there may be an explosion over
at the cemetery and I might be the victim. I awake a 4 AM.
September 19, 2013 - A Rendezvous
with Rauol
Dream alternates between light and dark.
I am driving in my white van down Great Neck Road. I park in that
space behind Gus' Soda Shop. Rauol is there with his vehicle. We
arrange to meet somewhere later on. He drives off. I stroll to
the front of Gus's and look in. The place is abandoned. I see a two
large white (appear gray in the dark) doors in the back. There is
light showing from a back room. I want to move on. I walk
across the street and take Fluffy with me. Fluff and I start up
Arnold Ave. I am clothed in heavy PJ's and playing with my dick -
more from an itch than masturbating. As we almost make it to Roses's
Sweet Shop, I realize I left the keys in the van. I panic because
this is NY and not SC. I run as fast as an old man can
back down Arnold Ave - often bumping into Fluffy who gets in my
way too often. When we arrive back at the van there are a gang of
kids vandalizing the van. I awake at 8:04 AM.
September 24, 2013 - Shades Of Destiny
Dream is vague while Artie and I and Richie are involved in
something or other. Gets vivid, shadowy when I approach a tall
chain link fence at the end of a dirt road, perhaps along New
Highway, but not for certain at all. I am doing something with tools
and perhaps a guitar that George Fitzpatrick purchased for me. He and
Artie are inside a brick building that is immediately on the other
side of this fence. I enter the building and see George and
Artie. Then I return to the tools and guitar. George is saying
that we are actively getting the band (Shades of Destiny) back
together. I either mention or think that that is impossible; Greg is
in the hospital or dead, ad Gary has been dead so many
years. Awoke at 7:43 AM Wednesday morning.
September 25, 2013 - Building the
U.S.S. Enterprise
Patrick and I are building a scale model of the Enterprise out
in the back here. We are helped by the crew of the star ship from the
latest movies - not old Star Trek. The ship is built of pine, bright
yellow wood pine. Pat and I have the skeleton done and a few outer
haul pieces of thin plywood. We have some anti-grav devices attached
to bring the ship at levels so we can work on it. Cool dream -
I awake at 7:53 AM
September 26, 2013 - Robby & Musicians
Dark Dream with gray highlights: Robby (Rauol's Robby) and I
live in caves on Marco Island. Very nice, cozy caves. We are
musicians and the caves have instruments hanging all around them. We
approach where we live from that main street on Marco Island and we
are at that fence that was there when last Cathy and I were on the
Island. Our caves are on the Gulf side of the fence. We enter our
cave and I bring along a new friend. So it is Robby, my new friend,
me and Ray Romano (Ray Barrone.) The 4 of us are getting along fine.
Robby asks what instrument he plays and I reply the flute. My friend
corrects me and says it's the clarinet. I correct myself. Robby asks
for the friend to play. So he plays a Jethro Tull tune and Robby
cries, "You're Jethro Tull!" We are laughing and
admit he is. I awake at 6 AM.
October 4, 2013 - All Night Dream
Artie and I hanging out like we did when we were young -
especially that day in his grandfather's Delta 88 out in Southampton.
I am driving. We are going to 231 onto Deer Park Ave and into Babylon
Village. It is night time. As we enter Babylon there is a major crowd
trying to get at us. Artie explains that they are fans of his,
"After all my photos are in Newsday." We turn to get on
Green Street and take it all the way until the left to get to Artie's
house. When enter the house and Artie directs me to a queen size bed
in a dark room with a shelf all around the room, 2 kittens and Fluffy
is present. Artie does not come into the room. He remains in an
adjoining room that is brightly lit. His room is white light but
casts a yellow glow into my room. I lay on the bed and doze
off. When I awake Artie encourages me to write down my dream. I
find a manilla envelop and write down all the above. I have
this burning desire to share my dreams, but now Artie is pushing me
to leave. I write more and want him to read it, but he is now
pressing me out.
This was a very nice dream and, although I do not remember ever
putting eyes on him, the entire dream was just he and I.
Although there were people in the crowd, and Artie alongside
me, I saw no people in this dream. I also had another dream after
this that was very scenic, but again, no people ever in it. This
dream did not even have me in it.
October 5, 2013 - Marty's Shop
The regular scenery of 'S' but the drawing room now leads into
Marty's shop. He is cleaning away everything that has to do with me.
Dad is present also, in the showroom area. Dad is complaining that my
production is down. It's not me, actually, it's the orders are low.
One of dad's cats through up at the sliding glass doors. These doors
were exactly like when Frankie lived there.
October 9, 2013 - Music School
I'm being graded in some kind of school. The teacher is riding
my ass about how poorly I did. He went on and on about how I did not
know the ethos of it. I felt stupid because I had no idea what
an ethos is. the characteristic spirit of a culture, era, or
community as manifested in its beliefs and aspirations. I awoke
at 6 AM
October 24, 2013 - Bridge to Poinciana
Dream moves from afternoon into evening. I'm involved in a TV
program as a reality actor. The studio is a long rectangular curtain
wall building located on the Kissimmee side of the bridge that goes
into Poinciana - on the right side when travelling toward Poinciana.
I am studying and struggling with my lines while sitting at a long
table that transverses the room I am in. A large room, tiled floor.
It either has more tables folded up and leaning along the walls or
the walls are lined with storage cabinets. Above these are windows
that run the entire curtain wall. The windows are black although it
is daylight outside. I sit facing the windows and study. Behind me is
blackened but I am aware that behind me are camera crews, audience
and my mom is a member of the crowd. There are others with me.
Perhaps fellow members of the cast. I have these crew members on
either side of me.
In either the real thing or a rehearsal I screw up my
lines. Back at the table I show my lines to those around me. It
appears like a fairy tale on parchment. The text if separated in two
paragraphs. The first line contains the number 100 or 101 and the
entire page is splattered in green drops (paint?) I labor and
misspeak the lines. I argue to my fellows that I screwed up because
of the green spots, although the real reason has to do with my mental
slurring I have been experiencing recently.
Work ends and I leave the building. I decide to take a
walk atop the bridge and find a secluded spot I know of. I start up
the bridge to find that all the sidewalk is clumped and broken with
tall grasses growing among the blocks. I dodge traffic and get to the
opposite side just about at the top of the bridge. Traffic o atop the
bridge, as well has people around the bridge make this a lightly
crowded scene, much like the area of Poinciana is. I now seek a
private spot along side walks atop the bridge. An Asian, young man
figures dominant during this phase of the dream. He is walking in the
area I want to repose at. The sidewalk is thick and wide, there are
trees ahead of me. The man is walking at me and passes. Water is off
to my left, the bridge and trees. like a park setting are to my
right. And it starts to get dark. I find nowhere to find repose.
The scene changes. It is decidedly night. The dream
scape is Wellwood Avenue at the junction and traffic light of Conklin
and Wellwood, on the side of the cemetery. I am driving a bicycle
toward Ye Olde. Little Robin is there. She has some baggage and
enthusiastically tells me she is going to Hawaii. I bike to Ye Olde
and get there without incident. I decide to return to the traffic
light and I take the bicycle. I invite Robin to Ye Olde. She goes on
about Hawaii. She takes my bike while I walk along with her. At Ye
Olde we go about making supper. Robin gets some TV dinners but I am
thinking that we would be a lot better off if Cathy made us
lasagna. I awake at 7 AM
October 26, 2013 - The Day Dream
Darkness surrounds me while I am seated or standing before a white,
metallic wall. I approach nearer to the wall upon some clue that
calls me from merely waiting around to spring into action. I peer
through the wall. Below me, far below me, I watch a man raising
toward my position. The person appears unconscious. He is sprawled
out and being lifted up by an unseen force - a Star Trek tractor beam
scenario. He wears a white, dress shirt opened at the collar, black
formal fitted slacks and black, spit shined shoes with laces. I take
interest of his features as he draws nearer. Clean shaven, jet black,
wavy hair, thin features; all the expected human characteristics.
I seem to be miserably bored while two of my fellow workers
bring the man into the room and leave him atop my examination slab.
They leave without fanfare. I turn on the recorders, undress the man
then wash him clean, carefully saving all liquids into storage units.
The recorders follow my general observations: 'Caucasian male, middle
age, light complexion, just under six feet, dazed but conscious, blue
eyes, dyed hair - black. The subject wears one of those gold wedding
rings.' I hear from an adjoining examination room that his wife is
being looked over by my latest love interest and a fine doctor in her
own right.
While making the general observations I attach the X-ray
and microwave and electro plasmic machines. It's all pretty much a
routine examination and goes just as the government orders it to go;
much like everything else in the world.
Then, suddenly, something catches my attention. I stop dead in
my tracks. Silently I look over at the electro plasmic monitor. What
I see overwhelms me. The blood coursing through my body, the soft
words entering from the other rooms and the beating of this man's
heart are all that can be heard. I blink my eyes to be sure I am
reading correctly: Subject's life will terminate in 57 seconds!
The X-ray and microwaves can see problems in and around
a body and saw nothing. Only an electro plasmic can see forward in
time. And it offered this man very little time! Too bad for this
subject and career ending for me if the boys back at head quarters
conjure it to be my fault - murder. Perhaps even worse than murder is
the media attention: "A COUPLE ON A LATE NIGHT DRIVE LOSE TIME.
SHE AWAKES BESIDE HER DEAD HUSBAND. NO EXPLANATION!
I panic! An electro plasmic can only see backward and
forwards in time. It cannot change destiny. If I could find what is
about to end the subject's life, I cannot fix. An electro plasmic
does not show alternate realties; it predicts exactly what will happen.
Quickly, I grab the life recorder and shove its
tentacles into the man's neck. I might be fired, still I should
gather all the resources and information from this man for the
archives. I switch it on with 48 seconds of life ticking away. To aid
in the process I connect my own life recorder into his. This is an
old trick. When two life recorders are hooked together the dominant
mind can discard useless information from the subject's life thus
speeding up the recording process. I had never before done this with
any of my subjects. Yes, I have shared experiences with my love
interests, some family and friends, but never a person snatched by
the government to find out how these critters tick.
The experience blows me away! My hands engulf his head,
our eyes lock. I see and experiences colors never before seen by my
eyes. Tastes beyond description. Relationships like I have read about
but never fathomed, now I understood! And drama far over the edge of
anything I could even imagine. This man is a government man himself!
He is ever caught in the struggle of governing; he is a mayor of a
place called Little Town. What I discover moves me with emotions I
have a difficult time grappling with.
Now I realize why my mentors warn against employment of
a life recorder on the abducted. But I also worry how my superiors
will react when the evening news says, "!"
33 seconds remaining before his heart gives out after the
experience of being yanked away from his wife, his car, his world. I
pull back. My form goes rigid and I stare down at the being on my
examination table. An amazing being with an amazing life in an
amazing world. I know why I do what comes next. Anyone would do
the same once seeing what this man is and what his world consists of.
28 seconds left, I fiddle hard with the electro plasmic controls. I
holler out my lover's name. I pull the main of two tentacles from his
neck and pierce it into my own. 25 seconds and I grab the shift
shaper over to aside the examination table. I call my love again,
louder and filled with urgency, Mela! Mela!. 23 seconds and the shift
shaper is loading. The life recorder is running through its new
routine. Mela appears. She is filled with concern. Stops dead in her
tracks then closes the door and pulls the shift shaper from my grasp.
She demands I explain myself. "I cannot do this alone,
Mela," I cry. "Help me."
She barely gets out a WHY? when I bring her attention to the
life recorder that is showing the subject's experiences and now my
own. She is easily filled with awe, as I was. But then she took hold
of the electro plasmic to see how all this will turn out. She killed
a full 8 seconds to study the read outs.
8 seconds left and Mela quickly makes the necessary
connections then stands back. I brace myself. To make
less messy in case I knock over all kinds of equipment, I lie down
and Mela bends into my kiss good-bye. 2 Seconds later Mela screams
out that I am in cardiac arrest.
The dream scape changes like when you awake from a vivid dream
and realize you are conscious, but want to get back to that special
dream. I find myself coming awake in the passenger side of my car. I
shake my head and try to get back to that dream I am having with Mela
and machines and some guy on a slab ... "Russell!" My
wife's voice screams and I instantly come to my senses. She is
sitting behind the stirring wheel and frantic. She looks from me to
the road scenes outside the car, back at me then all around the
inside of the car which is parked up on a sidewalk.
"Russell," she grabs me and shakes me as vigorously as she
herself is trembling. "What is happening? What are we doing
parked here?"
I look around while I take her into a comforting
embrace. "Everything is OK, Emily. Do not be upset or afraid."
"But I was just driving on Valley Side road, Russ.
Suddenly the car is stopped. I'm on the sidewalk! Oh my God! Did I
pass out? What happened. Are we OK, the car?"
I repeated everything is OK and I hold her steady, a
good feeling, while I glance around. What I encounter is nothing less
than a miracle. It is late at night shadows lie ruggedly throughout
the immediate area they blanket large vegetation and land formations
that reach distances from the front seat we occupy. Nothing is
geometric expect the vehicle's construction, our jewelry the road
outside and the sidewalk; all the earth shows its origins from when
it was formed from the sun. I hear low music from the radio. There
are so many odors in the air and temperate differences all around my
new body. Emily smells wonderful! Leather! A solid odor softly
pouring over us from the car's venting system!
I am very impressed, to say the least.
Took a pause from logging
dreams, not from having them. This is the time frame when Mom died
and during my recuperation after I busted my spine. Most dreams
during this time were worth logging, however, due to the intense pain
from my injury I let them go. During mid summer of 2014 and onward
the dreams became strikingly real and substantial. Some had me
wondering. I returned to logging them but only seldom. Until October
when I, feeling a bit better, started to record again. One note here:
When I returned to posting the recordings I was astounded to find
that I did not remember the earlier dreams - the first mentioned
below and a few posted from 2013. I have no idea what this indicates.
July 30, 2014 - Mid Summer's Night Dream
(After I discovered I
could not sleep in the new $5,200 bed Cathy moved me into the guest
room where I remain still today. The mattress is firm in this room.)
The dream was not particularly dark or light either. I awoke in the
middle of the night. Me and Fluffy just laying there. Wide awake. Had
time getting to sleep. Hard time sleeping.
Find myself in a crowd of people. One of them is Freddie (not sure if
my old S/B partner or Freddie from the horror movies?) but I
"see" him as Jethro Toll. Dez is there and 5 or 6 of us and
we're getting into a car. The surroundings are New Orleans-like. We
are driving. I might be the driver, might not. We pass a place
where I have two cars stored. I consider taking one of them, but
(pretty sure) we don't take any. We end up at a hospital. The dream
turns dark, lots of grey. The hospital walls are all grey with green
tint. It is July 30th when I got the needle in my spine to help with
the pain. I register at the check-in. I am sitting in the waiting
room while holding payment in the form of a check. It is written out
to me. I endorse the back. When I look at it the check is endorsed by
everyone hanging around - the place is crowded. I wonder where Cathy
is, she is not present. I think about calling her. Someone who looks
like Robert DeNero and a friend of his come in dressed like a
mobsters - in formal attire. I begin to wonder if the hospital will
accept a check that is endorsed by so many. DeNero, who is not
directly involved with the conversation, turns and says, "Don't
worry. I can fix that." He and his pal get up and leave. I
realize he left with the check. I panic and go looking for them
throughout the hospital. I come upon a crowded and busy scene where
some cops who had just arrested somebody. It is time for me to get
the needle so I am placed on a gurney. My gurney is in line with many
others in a hallway. We move quickly. I am placed in a room and again
I panic because I left my pillow at home and left a pair of pants at
home, I am very upset. I am back in the gurney line. We are moving
along. I realize I have to piss so I leave the gurney and seek out a
toilet. I ask the location and am pointed to it. I enter and it is a
strange room - like a big metallic sink. I pop out the other end of
it when awake.
August 8, 2014 - My Life In Review.
(Cloudy day when I wake.)
Cathy and I have two dogs that we are trying to sell.
We may be on Long Island. We arrive at a restaurant on the out shirts
of a town. A family comes along and wants the second dog. We keep
Fluffy. But as the second dog vanished, so does Fluffy. I am telling
this family all about my relationship with my father. But I am being
coy about his identity because this family lives in Mc Cormick near
us and Dad. I describe to them my entire life from Coindre Hall to
the present. Cathy is sitting nearby. Just as we leave, my father and
his wife enter the restaurant. It's good to see him but we ignore
each other. Cathy and I get in our car. I awake.
October 24, 2014 -In Another World
(Went to be right after
supper.) Dream was very dark.
Sitting around. Not really a bar
scene but some kind of social spot. There are people around. I am not
conscious of anyone else. My thoughts come in cubes of wood. They are
flying around above me. The feeling is of a bar scene; just hanging
around wasting my life. Gets very dark. Someone (Maybe Jimmy C.)
comes along. He shows me - opposite from where I sat - a contraption.
I realize that if I moved to sit directly in front of it the view
would be like sitting inside a video game. The contraption looked
like a fireplace with glass doors. Where a fire would be is a
dim light. Peering into this red light, it grew brighter and I
suddenly move into the light. I find myself in an entirely different
and new world. I get into a car. I drive the car. I enjoy the drive
when suddenly I realize this is forbidden. I suddenly realize - while
sitting at that bar with my friend (Jimmy?) that what we are doing
(traveling into the red light) is forbidden. A feeling like when I
was in school and misbehaving. I exit the car. I walk or creep about
trying to avoid authorities. I enter a bathroom. Using the urinal I
realize that I will be found out so I return to where I was when
looking into the fireplace. Back to bar (or wherever) and I look away
from the red light. But every once in awhile I do look into and go
into the red light. Mostly at whim; whenever I feel like I want to
leave this weary, dark world and enter one that leads me into a
bright city. I drive around over there while I enjoy a complete
change of scenery. I awake. I have this annoying feeling that
the ghost of my mother (she died 7 months earlier) is trying to kill
me. If you trace the events since her death, it may seem that way.
Broken back, gall bladder removal, working against back pain. 2014
bad year. Not like my mom.
I did not log a few dreams
I had from the week. All very good dreams, happy dreams. A lot of
time spent at the Bay Shore Hotel.
November 2, 2014 - The Hounds of Golf View
(Awoke to snow on the
ground.) Dark dream. The dreamscape is my usual for the estate-back
on top of the hill and beyond.
Apparently at the time of this dream Cathy and I do
not live here. We are here to pay a visit. There is also a mother and
child present. It is night. We leave the house when we are attacked
by large black dogs (a reference to Oakey, the lab from next door at
the Mac Abbee's.) I get a flash light and go around spotting the dogs
and killing them. For whatever reason I find I really enjoy killing
these dogs. Not so much killing them but fending them off and
blockading the property. But whatever I did to keep the dogs out did
not prevail. They kept getting on and into the estate. Yet I enjoyed
the process and the dream. Can't say why. The dogs were very, very
viscous but I was always able to fend them off.
November 5, 2014 - Mike
Pierce and Napoleon
Interesting dream.
Plenty of sunshine. I am attending school. (A note here: While typing
this post I had noticed especially from the recording of this
passage, but of many during my time fighting off the horror of my
back pain, that my voice sounds very sober, serious and aged. And
every recording seems very business-like.)
I am attending school. Not sure where but seems like
West Babylon. The course I am taking is how to eat food. (LOL) All my
courses are free. I have a fellow student who is confined to a wheel
chair. We leave class late in the day and go to his place (which is
our place) owned by a girl and her boy friend. BTW, we are all school
/ college age in this dream. We all get along fine. This wheel chair
fellow has a friend who my sight see as Mike Pierce but is not; he is
"like" Mike - strange, handsome, different, crazy like
Mike. Mike lives in a car along with several others. Mike has this
brainstorm to capture a whale and place it into Argyle Lake. I and
everyone feel and thinks this all completely hilarious but I sign
onto it. He has this big investor. Perhaps many investors, but lots
of people involved and activity participating in his project. And
what a project! Teams of people go about catching a whale and
transporting it to the Lake. I observe all this. I watch them capture
the whale from across the street at Argyle and the ready to
bring it over Montauk Highway and into the Lake. But the funds dry
up. So Mike goes to this guy named Napoleon. Napoleon will not give
Mike any money. So this Mike Pierce look-alike returns and now wants
the money from me. I did sign onto this but have no money so I am
trying to get out of it. I try everything including throwing him out
of the house. I even go to beg Napoleon but he says no. I
return and meet Mike at some kind of city center near a MacDonalds.
We meet. I in c a car drive up alongside his. (Again-and this bothers
me- it is not Mike Pierce, but I see this man in Mike's persona)
Mike, in his car of many people, pulls up alongside me. I inform him
that Napoleon will not budge. Mike is peeved and threatens to sue me.
There are also all kinds of issues that revolve around this scene.
Problems with the girl who owns the house I live in and other
issues. I am struck as to what a mess I am in. I awake.
November 7, 2014 - Per Chance We Dream
(One of those dreams
that after I awoke, I returned back to the dream, I enjoyed it so.)
I need two things up front: Repair a brand new Buick
Sky Lark that was damaged in a fender bender and to burn some music
onto a CD. I decided to have someone else burn the CD instead of
myself. I happen to get into a small collision while on my way to
take the Sky Lark into Queens. There is a mechanic's shop where my
grand folks had their home and biz. I park the car there and realize
I need some parts for my lawn tractor. So I venture up Metropolitan
Avenue to a corner store that sells parts. When I return I find that
my car was towed. I am not all that concerned. My main concern is to
get the CD burned. (I think) whoever it is I cam talking to about the
towed car is the person who agrees to burn the music onto the CD. The
scene changes: Cathy and I are at a very formal dinner with music
playing in background. At my Mom's but we never really see mom at
all. Aunt Madeline is there along with another couple. Having a very
good time. A funeral enters the room. The deceased is Ancient
Egyptian Queen Nefertiti. I want to pay my respects because the mummy
is over 2,000 years old and still here. And because my cousin Robert
will be at the funeral. I awoke her then returned to it.
Haven't seen him in a long time. Cathy is pestering me not to go.
She extensively points out the chore of attending and the hardships
of returning to Mom's. Snow, cold or whatever she brings up; I still
make to leave. I really want to see Robert and the mummy. But I stay.
December 30, 2014 - Frankie's Unshined Shoes
An important dream. Clear, realistic, vivid and I
awoke realizing that I am mentally and emotional ill to whatever
extent I am. The dream made me face the reasons I was ostracized from
my father and his biz. It also presented the main reasons I have been
abandoned by friends and family - my distraction with work.
I first took notice of the
dream when I realized that Frankie was to take over the family biz
and that I was fired. I harbored no ill feelings toward Frankie. I
was on Long Island - apparently to visit. I roomed in my mom's room
and in Frankie's room. Frank's room was over at S; but it was in a
Holiday Inn construct. The room was narrow, clean with 2 beds. I was
there but had to get to W where Dad and Frankie were laying new
asphalt. When I arrived, I wandered about. Frankie was directing the
job. He looked great in a tailored suit, tie, white shirt with cuff
and cuff rings. He wore new black shoes, however, they were not
shined. I recalled how he told me about spit-shining his military
shoes at Eastern when we were kids. I made my way over to him and
whispered to him about the condition of his shoes. He noticed and we
made our way back to his room. He and I worked on the shoes until I
needed to return to mom's house / room. Once there I got right to
work on some project or another until I noticed it was pass my dinner
time. I thought I heard my call me for supper, but not sure if
she did. I did, distinctly, realize that I had ignored family
obligations so I could work - actually a thing I still accuse my
father of.
July 5,
2015 The
Silver Light
Temps are nice and hot, not humid. Good summer. My
spine is coming along, slowly.
There's this onslaught of warm wind yet I visualize it
in a multitude of colors streaming by me. I am at the top of the hill
near the 8 tree garden struggling against the breeze in order to find
my way through the colors. I need to reach the barn. I call for Cathy
a few times. With every step forward, I begin to notice, the earth is
thumping out a rhythmic beat. Between the wind and the earth it
creates a lovely melody. Suddenly everything stops, I stand alone
inside the 8 tree garden in pitch darkness. Slowly, measured, a
normal night scene appears. A full moon allows me to distinguish the
area. I gaze out toward the golf course, then through it and on past
the ponds into and past the forest.
I realize I am flying like a crow over McCormick then
catching a thermal like an eagle. Looking down like a hawk would do
to spy a critter on the ground, the earth is rising up at me. Trees
and lawns, ponds and creeks begin singing and stretching up toward
me. The earth opens and Cathy climbs out. When a joyous chior fills
the world with rejoice, Cathy points into the heavens and cries,
"See the silver UFO?"
I awake with back pain at 8:45.
July 11, 2015 Dad
and Asphalt
Temps are in the 100's. Some rain, grass is
growing too fast.
Dim to cloudy dream scape. Dream started with me
travelling - and I was a younger man - 40's or early 50's. I am on
Long Island because of my travels. Most of the beginning of the dream
pertained to Bay Shore, Mike, that stuff but I recall none of it.
Dream gets vivid when I stop at Holy Family. Over cast skies,
the place is closed, perhaps after hours. Because of some
construction around "H" there is fresh asphalt everywhere
from the airport boundaries and all down the sides and back of
"H." A big and beige car is parked on the fresh
asphalt just to the left of the walkway to the store. Dad - younger
man also - and I are sitting and chatting. I am wanting to apologize
to him especially for his comment over me hurting him for not showing
at Chickie's funeral, but I am debating who should apologize to whom.
I spend a lot of time admiring the pure and black asphalt. I awake
when Cath calls for breakfast - 9:30 AM I am angry about having
still another "H" dream. I have been excusing all
these "nightmares" to a guilty conscience, but - especially
after this dream - I am starting to seriously wonder if the guilt
lays elsewhere and something inside me is trying to tell me that or
have me act upon it?
Dreams get spotty for awhile. There are many but due to health -
broken back - recording is spotty.
Monday Feb. 16, 2016: Still
Square After All These Years.Hurting bad, but getting
better. It's been 3 years now since I 3L disc broke. Dreamscape
dark but cheery. Cathy is building her Christmas village (in reality,
she has already taken i down for 2016.) The Cathy from my kid's book
is sneaking around the village table. Strings fall from the living
room ceiling, each one a different color. Cathy is telling me that
what I see is a square. I step back and discover she is right. If I
frame off what I am looking at it is a square - more rectangular. The
series of strings also form a square, the table a square. I awake at
7:30 and crawl to get some ibeprofen.
Thursday March 10, 2016: (This
dream is a re-dream of dream from March 8, 1984, refer to hand
journal Vol.4, #2) Marty's stone cutting shop. I'm drawing
designs while Marty and brother Frank are arguing about production
issues, lack there of. The fat girl enters the shaping room and her
usual red hair, freckles and pink skin are toned green. I look arcoss
the shop to where she joins Frank and Marty. She briefly waves to me.
I over hear her telling them about Patty having sex with her and the
boys outside (in the blasting rooms.) She again waves at me and leaves.
Tuesday May 24, 2016: Location
is at the seaside house Jimmy had in Freeport, NY. Lighting is
natural but framed in a misty dark color - blue? Brown? The entire
dream is in a tight, intimate setting in the front living room of
that house. It is evening, 6 pm or so just after Jim served me
supper. I am standing looking down at him and out at the bay. It is
dark, wintry. Jim is proposing marriage to me and I make terms. Cathy
comes down from upstairs and complains that Jim is her husband and
cannot marry anyone. She never actually enters the frame of the
dream. I kneel before Jimmy in a submissive manner and then tie his
shoe lace. I wake at 7:33 giggling.
Monday August. 1, 2016: Happy
feeling throughout dream. Not a dim lighted dream but not bright either.
Brother Frank and I sit under the RR trestle at Little East Neck
Road. He tells me the story he calls: In The Long Run. It is about a
fellow named Cooper who gets in and out of all kinds of situations
but escapes all trouble, "In the long run." A dud of a tale
but silly and funny. While Frank reveals his tale I glance around.
The over head trestle sometime vanishes to before they raised the RR
tracks (in my youth.) The area around us also switches to the my
younger days when it was all empty lots and wood - now has a 7-11 and
florist and etc.
Monday, Jan. 16, 2017: Haunted Trylon
Very dark dreamscape. Even tho a nightmare, it was nice to be back at
Trylon Memorials again. Patty and I are as we were when I was 21 and
she 17 - circa 1970. All scenes take place in the office and foyer.
I stand to the side of the desk. My focus is on the right arm rest of
the heavy, dark mahogany desk chair. The room's light is on (never
did cast much light.) It is late night. Patty is rushing down the
stairs screaming about many intruders trying to get at us. I dash
into the foyer, shut the light and peer out to see what the trouble
is. I see nothing but hear "them" all around. Patty is at
my side as we cower in a corner.
I awake in terrible pain from the spinal damage.
Friday, April 7,
2017: Drive Around Babylon, NY
Dreamscape is like an overcast Long Island day with intervals of sun
- that yellow sun they get up that way. Not a dim or dark dream, just
a bit cloudy.
Jimmy Chelaius and I are driving along Montauk Highway through
Babylon; just passed Argyle Park and right near the movie house. We
see Pam and Artie and my first girlfriend Cathy walking in front of
the movies. On the opposite side - where the Bank of Babylon used to
be - my wife Cathy is hailing us. Next scene we are all gathered in
the corner magazine store (was once a magazine/sweet shop on corner
of Deer Park Ave and Montauk Hwy. circa 1958) Sunny outside as we all
gather around a booth. Looking at it outside the dream this looks
very much like a 1950's "after the sock-hop" get together.
Or, if we were in proper attire instead of 50's clothes then a
skipping out of church hide away. The two Cathys chat away while
Artie and I play Uno with Pam and Jimmy. Mike Blom walks in the door
and joins us. The magazine racks hold nothing but pornography and the
soda counter is unattended.
Wake up hungry @ 9:10 am
Tuesday, Sept. 5,
2017: The Giant Tree
Dreamscape is colored emerald. Everything is shades of green. Tommy
and Cindy Blom are walking along Catherine's Drive in front of the
veggie garden.They chat about the next cruise planned to the
Caribbean, St. Thomas island. Cathy appears from the garden. She
argues with her brother while Cindy walks toward me. I am sitting on
the green (actual color) ATV and watching them all. Cindy takes off
her shoes (She never wears shoes) then gives me a bar of gold. I
laugh because it is green not gold in color.
Off to our left - between units 1 and 2 - a huge tree is rapidly
growing ...20 feet then 30 and upwards. A wind comes out of it and
blows Cathy and Tommy up. Cindy runs for them as they land securely
atop the garage roof.
Wake at 6:11 to sound of a truck or car passing by on Barksdale Ferry
Rd. ...That's 400 feet down hill from the house. I slept (since 2014)
in the back guest room. Loud vehicle!
Saturday Feb. 25, 2018: Deer Park Is The Lighthouse.
Humid morning to rain. 4 years ago I 3L disc. Miserable with pain.
Dreamscape was interestingly a mix of black and white and color, very
real at times. Location is along the strip of Deer Park Avenue
between RR bridge down toward R.C Church / school. But take that area
and develop it into a New York City scene. The subway carries parts
of the dream near the end, but not at the end. The ending takes place
just outside the subway exit and places me on the deck at
Gurney’s Inn, Montauk NY. All circa 1990 to 1992-ish including
attire and ages of characters involved in dream. Main players
are Karen Scribner, Pam Meyers, Ted Danson and me.
Dream opens in an upstairs apartment over looking a crowded city
street. Yellow window curtains are flowing from breeze; bright
outside cannot see anything but bright light. Interior walls nearly
black. Karen, dressed in very tight long sleek dress slithers like a
lizard tween window and my sights. Her skin is exceedingly pale, long
black/purple hair - may be holding a long cigarette holder and lit
cigarette. She is coy but standoffish and moves to my right and
beside the open window. I see Deer Park Avenue below us - 3 or 4
stories down.
It becomes clear that Karen is smoking from a holder. She relates (as
if in a detective mystery) that she expects me to fulfill an
obligation; one made awhile ago. She is stern, uncompromisingly harsh
about the terms. In the dream I do know what this is all about,
outside the dreamscape I have no idea what this is all about. Pam
Meyers steps into the room. Her auburn hair flowing and she is
dressed identical to Karen. In her hands she carries the Uno box. She
tells me to choose a weapon and opens the box. It is neatly filled
with sharp knives. “Ted is waiting for you at the subway
stop,” she pointedly states. (Why not ‘station’?)
I apparently do not take a knife but move to the window and peer out
and up Deer Park Avenue toward the south - I can see straight through
Deer Park town. What I see is how I remember Deer Park; which I
haven’t see or been to since around mid-1990s. Visually it looks
the same but and an intense color infuses the sight so as to make it
very realistic. A din fills the sight as well and the two cause
me to see Deer Park but also see - or rather have a feel - of
Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village. Karen is alongside me and we are
both taking in the view and experiencing it as one. It is not that we
marvel, it is, apparently, a familiar sight to us.
I sense Karen standing close. I had always felt an human attraction
to her not so much in a sexual fashion but in a dominant, submissive
manner. I am drawn to her and move closer, but step away as she is
Ted's queen. (Same feelings I harbored that one time Pam and I dated
after Artie's death; a sense of trespassing.)
Pam calls us away. I leave the gals for the subway.
The dream grows dark as I drop into the subway. It’s a
typical subway entry down a flight of stairs into a concrete vault.
Walls are baby blue, floor is cement, black handrails and lots of
people - crowded. Voices everywhere, some music of various tunes here
and there and the sound of subway trains and announcements. I walk
along with a stream of people. We are just a portion of an endless
column of everyday folks making our way along a black and white tiled
wall. I pay little attention to anyone. I am looking for Ted
Danson. He is the king to Karen’s queen. (Again I have no
idea outside this dream about such matters, but inside it’s all
as it should be.)
I spot the king ascending a stairway up and out of the subway. Like
the window scene, the exit to the street above us is pure white
light. I catch up with him midway on the stairs and we continue to
the sunny sidewalk. We pause to speak. Ted is instructing me on some
kind of business or drug or mysterious blood deal. I turn to
look out on the Atlantic Ocean and realize the subway stairs led us
to the deck at Gurney’s Inn. Ted seems to think nothing about
this. He turns to me and touches my sleeve. I look down at his hand
then realize my sleeve is white cotton, full and catching the ocean
air. Ted tilts his head at me yet he is looking out to sea. "It's
an old story," he says. "Storms that threaten the sea are
not solitary evils. The sun does not shine on an endless garden. They
are of different measures within the human heart. Go back, Joey, and
build a garden or blow it down. Your heart will remain standing."
Ted then morphs into Mark The Bar Tender and enters the restaurant at
Gurnerys - just east of the deck.
I awake at 9 am in a world of pain. And in ponderance of wondrous paradise.
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Pam Meyer |
Mark The Bar Tender |
Danson |
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Me - 1989 |
Uno Box |
Karen |
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