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         E L E C T R I C     D R E A M S 

                Volume 3  Issue #11
      
                 
                 26 December 1996


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C O N T E N T S 

Editors' notes
Dream Groups via Email - Chris Hicks
Slow Wave - Jesse Reklaw
Be an Elecrtic Dreamer! Sign up Today.
Dream Airing Column - Victoria Quinton
  Legality of Dream Sharing in Cyberspace
  Philosophy of Sleep discussion
Column: Dream Psi - Linda Magallon
!! Feature: Granny Gallery - Interactive Art Gallery 
         - Nancy Richter Brzeski
Guest Column: Stop Sleeping Through Your Dreams (Part II)
              - Charles McPhee
Article: Lucid Dream Resources Online - Richard Wilkerson
DREAMLIFE:Alissa's Dream Art & Creativity Column
         - Alissa Goldring
Dream Network Journal Update - Roberta Ossana
ASD Announcement: A Special Issue on the Psychobiology of    
               Dreaming -  A Call for Research

G L O B A L   D R E A M I N G   N E W S 
Peggy Coats

THIS MONTH'S FEATURES:
NEWS
- 1996 Planetary Dream-In, 20-21 December
- A Long Winter Night's Dream
- New Version of Alchera Dream Software
- Revised Announcement, Dream Studies Program
- RecallAnyDream Telephone Service
BOOK REVIEWS
- Internet Dreams
- Archetypes and Strange Attractors
- DreamScape
RESEARCH and REQUESTS
- Dreams of Winter
- Psychic Dreamers Sought
WEB SITE UPDATES
- Lucid Dream Paintings
- Dream Inspired Mandalas
- Dream Keeper, Safe Haven for Dreamers
- Discovery Channel Dreams
ONLINE EVENTS
- PowWow Get-togethers
- IRC Get-togethers
DREAM CALENDAR
- December-January-February 1997

           ==  D R E A M S   I N D E X ==

D R E A M S SECTION EDITORIAL BY BOB K. (For ED V3N11)

Birth of Hope & New Beginnings

FEEDBACK FROM THE DREAMERS

-E-mail on Alt.Dreams and ELECTRIC DREAMS

COMMENTARY ON DREAMS FROM PREVIOUS ISSUES

From a Previous Dream: Bank Problem" by RE
-a Poem: Guilt Deposits by Island Inspired by Dream "Bank    
         Problem" by RE
From a Previous Dream: "The Free Gift" by GD
-a Poem: Charleston Chew by Island Inspired by Dream "The    
       Free Gift" by GD

NEW DREAMS

PRECOGNITIVE/FUTURE DREAMS
[Stories from past experiences, or send them in before it
happens, if you can]

**Island shares some older dreams, and how they related to
current as well as later developments in her life.**

**Dream: Buried Under Snow by Island (75.12.01)**
==Commentary by Island on Buried Under By Snow==

**Dream: Farmer s Market on 14th Street by Island            
(87.09.12)**
==Dream Reflections a Decade Later by Island (9610xx)==
**Dream: Dying Geishas by Island (88.02.10)**

**Isis and Island share some thoughts on the relationship
between Dreams and Waking Reality, and how they related to
current as well as later developments in life.**
==E-mail 1 by Isis==
==Response by Island==
==E-mail 2 by Isis==

REPETITIVE DREAMS
[Significant by nature]

DEFYING CLASSIFICATION
[Your stumpers may not be so mysterious to others]

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               LINKS TO STAGES OF LIFE

BIRTH [Starts]

**Dream: Maggie s Dream by Maggie (961213)**
==Commentary by Brien (961215) on Maggie s Dream==
==Commentary by Rosalie on Maggie s Dream (961216)==
==Commentary by Narcissus (961216) on Maggie's Dream==

CHILDHOOD [Early development]
ADOLESCENCE [Maturing, testing]
**Dream: SYLVIA AND SHIMMERY by D. S. (961217)**


ADULTHOOD [The main event for most]

**Dream: Jail Dream/Gestalted by Eugene Marks (961206)**
==Commentary by Eugene: GESTALTING MY DREAM== 
==[Eugene shares some tips and lessons learned:]
GESTALT DREAM WORK (FROM CLAUDIO NARANJO'S I AND THOU)==

OLD AGE [Wisdom, Approaching the Journeys end] 


DEATH [Endings]

**Dream "Grief" by A.M. Used (961119)**  


COMMUNICATION WITH THE DEAD [Beyond our terrestrial limits]

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ANIMALS [Basic Instincts]
This month brings us spiders and water creatures: 

**Dream: Insects by Vince (961221)**
Island Dream Series: Bathing in Fish Dreams/
                     Thoughts and Poems
**Dream:  Sizzled Fish by Island (79.10.28)**
**Dream:  It all begins with Taw by Island (80.06.08)**
**Dream:  Leviathan on 42nd Street by Island (80.12.09)**
**Dream:  QueenFisher by Island (81.10.20)**
**Dream:  Arrows of Misfortune by Island (82.03.06)**
==Commentary by Rosalie on Islands Fish Dreams & Response==

AGGRESSION [By us or against us- crossing others paths]

**Dream: They re Coming To Get Me by Vince(94????)**
**Dream: Dino s Dreams and Inquiries by Dino (961124)**

BATHROOMS [Maintenance, Cleansing and Elimination]

BRIDGES [How we get across an obstacle or go from here to
there]

CELEBRITIES [The well known - famous and infamous]

DISCOVERY [New insights and unexpected developments]

DRUGS [Healing or Hurting?]

EATING [Getting nourishment for maintenance, growth and
pleasure]

ESCAPE [Get me outta here!!!]

**Dream "Fire" by Alissa (961204)**
==Commentary by Narcissus (961223) on "FIRE" by Alissa==
**Dream:  The Magical Little Man by MarkM (961224)**

FEAR [What scares us]
See Fire by Alissa in the ESCAPE section of this issue.

FOOD [The source of our physical nourishment]

-In many dreams we are preparing or eating the food
(nutrition & energy), in some dreams we are dealing with
growing the food as in this months:

**Dream: Harvesting Granny's Garden by NRB (961220)**
==Commentary by Narcissus (961223) on Harvesting Granny's
Garden==

GIFTS [Offerings from others]

HOBBIES [Our interests and desires]- COLLECTING THINGS

HOSPITAL [A place for treatment, healing and repair]

HOUSE [Where our lives take place]

HOTELS [Temporary Dwelling or Special Event location]

JOURNEYS [Missions away from our home base -explorations]

LOST [Disorientation or abandonment]

LOTTERY DREAMS [Sudden Wealth - Randomness favors the        
                dreamer] 

NUDITY [What you see is what you get]

PERFORMERS [Entertainers]

POLITICAL SCENE [Public issues through positions of power]

RELATIONSHIPS [Other parts of ourselves]

RELIGIOUS RELATED [The Ritual and the Spiritual]

SCHOOL THEMES [Learning and learnings trials]

SOLUTIONS [The answers to problems or quandaries]

TORNADOS [Pretty well defined destructive power of nature]

TRAPPED [Temporarily helpless- Sometimes we are paralyzed or
imprisoned by jobs, relationships or expectations]

-See the JAIL DREAM by Eugene Marks in the ADULT Stage
section.

**Dream:  Gnawed Knees (96.10.15) by Island**

WORKPLACE [Where we make a living]

WRITING & WRITERS [Communication and creativity]


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DEFYING CLASSIFICATION


DREAM SERIES
See ANIMALS sections for-

***Dream Series: Bathing in Fish Dreams/Thoughts and Poems   
                by Island*** 
**Dream:  Sizzled Fish by Island (79.10.28)**
**Dream:  It all begins with Taw by Island (80.06.08)**
**Dream:  Leviathan on 42nd Street by Island (80.12.09)**
**Dream:  QueenFisher by Island (81.10.20)**
**Dream:  Arrows of Misfortune by Island (82.03.06)**




               
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 Dreamin' up a New Year...

Wait, what about 1996? Like dreams, unrecorded years can
also evaporate. Sometimes only a scene or two is remembered.
This year may be remembered as the one of the most
pioneering of years for dreams and Cyberspace. I can hardly
summarize the whole year in a note, but would like to say
that all areas of dreaming seemed to find expression, dream
sharing groups and venues, dream education and class, dream
research, fabulous new resources offered by Electric Dreams,
DreamLink, ASD Web, DreamNet, DreamWeb, DreamGate,
DreamTree, the Lucidity Insititute, and many others. The ASD
conference XIII in Berkeley, with Bay Area BADG & DreamGate
supported and financed a week long Computer and Internet
dream exhibition room, including panels, classes and
continual online projects. New creative dream adventures are
sprouting up all over; dream inspired art galleries, Web
sites that allow us to respond to dream researchers and
authors, Mail lists like the Oneiro-Network that develop
online focus in lucidity and other topics, Dream Harrowing,
dream psi, and other online activities are unfolding
everywhere. 
   The Electric Dreams Staff has been very active as you can
see from our year of dream publishing, dream sharing groups,
dream events, news, interviews, web upgrades and mail lists.
Many thanks to you! 
   In all this dream sharing activity, what amazes me is
that there is still room for the individual to find
expression. Whether this is a Net thing, or a Dreamwork
thing, I don't know, but I like it and am continually amazed
by eruption of meaningful creativity and expression of
personal caring.
   Throughout this explosive year, the Eccentric,
Independent, Electric, ED Dream community has, like a
Chinese New Year Serpent, woven its way through these many
projects and invigorated, fertilized, and energized all we
have come in contact with.  If the community dispersed
tomorrow without a trace I would have no regrets. We have
been a magic catalyst for the dreaming across the globe, and
I want to thank everyone for their part of this dream, you
are all wonderful pioneers doing foundational work and a
delight to work, play and share dreams with.

 But let's not disperse just yet. 
    I had a dream a few weeks ago where I was visiting a
young girl's house. Outside in the summer evening was a
wooded area and then a runway for intergalactic travel,
which this girl's family was involved with.  The wonderful
sense I woke up with was there are large and wonderful
things were unfolding, about to take off, and quite
interstellar!
    I feel there are several large projects coming along
next year that will be a lot of fun to participate in, in
preparation for dreaming in the new Millennium.
    As more people come online, our educational and referral
role with grow. Do we send folks off to swim or sink in a
massive resource page or offer some courses in basic
floating and diving? What delights me about the Net is that
so many people can participate in a project normally handled
by one or two. Rather than being a waste of resources, we
get multiple viewpoints and thus empowered dream sharing
individuals instead of devotees and one perspective
thinking. I see Electric Dreams as again working like a long
invigorating beast or swarm that may be able to bring a
variety of educational programs together. Since we are not
tied to one perspective or school of thought, we can act as
a catalyst & fair witness for various other projects.
   A part of this project will be gathering resources that
can aid and help dream sharing, such as the networks that
bring together psychic material, mythology, Jungian
work,journaling,and other peripherally connected areas.
  A second project, maybe for 1998 as well and anticipating
the Global Dreaming Congress in 2000,  will be a large
ONLINE dream conference. This may be a more traditional
conference lasting a week or so with scheduled events and
online meetings, but might also be something novel and
unique to the Net, like a joint web expo. 
 A third large project is continuing to bring into the Net
individuals, groups and ideas that are still not represented
online, such as dream anthropology, regional dream programs
and groups, dream drama, and the fabulous data collection
and assessment tools demonstrated at the conference in
Berkeley.
  Finally, our right to share dreams with one another is
continually theatened in the current global atmosphere.
There are good arguements on both sides of the control and
freedom of speech pole, and we are a microcosm of this
larger project. And, as Chris Hicks has shown us in his
writings, our dreams reflect a wide range of global issues.
Our first obligation seems to get these views out and
maintain the right to share them. All the rest will follow.
If you can express and find  the personal significance of
your sharing dreams and dream talk online, this will help
those who will be making the upcoming decisions about the
rights of dream sharing & other expressions in cyberspace.

Let's continue dreamin' up a storm!

This issue is no exception to our grand projects. The
opening of the "Granny Gallery", the Dream Inspired Art
Gallery of Nancy Richter Brzeski is being presented and I
recommend that you all drop by her Web site as well and be
sure to *write* Nancy. What we want to get going is an
*interactive* dream sharing experience. Sometime we share
dreams with words, but as this gallery show, it is also
profound to share with graphics as well. 
   This sense of dynamic graphic dream sharing is not
unknown to our regular creative dream columnist, Alissa
Goldring, who continues to share her dreams and how her
graphic and verbal interpretations inform and transform her
life.
       
   Charles McPhee is back with his interactive web site as
well. This month Charles continues to explore how dreams and
consciousness work together. Be sure to stop by his site
"Stop Sleeping Through Your Dreams" and tell him your own
experiences in lucid dreaming. I've included some resources
at the end of the column and would like for you to send in
new ones as well. 
   For many years the Dream Psi researchers and community
have been rather quiet. Now Linda Magallon and the Fly By
Night Club are letting us in on goings on of the outer &
subtle regions of dreaming and offering you a chance to join
in this exciting area experience and become part of the
Dream Psi tradition.
     One of the offline dream networks already in place is
the DreamNetwork Journal. I'm reprinting Ossana's statement
on the Network this month.  
      ASD also offers extensive networking and you can learn
more at their web site  www.outreach.org/gmcc/asd/
If you are a psychobiologist, be sure to read the request
for research, reprinted this month on ED.

     As a matter of fact and evidence for all the dream
activity online, simple run your eyes over the index of the
Global Dreaming News that Peggy Coats has put together to be
amazed by the abundance of people and organizations now
using the Net for dreamsharing. Be sure to look over Rob's
Online Events for the Oneiro-Network.

    When was the last time you visited the ED web? You may
be in for a shock. Matthew has set the site up with frames
and with the help of Jesse Reklaw you can have ED with a
Graphic cover!  

    Our dream section has been evolving and this issue not
only full of fabulous tales that make up a special weave in
the fabric of our lives, but chalk full of ways of seeing
and interpreting these meaningingful images. Bob Krumhansl
has developed a way for us to read these in an organized
index of meaning and value and takes us on a journey with a
path for everyone. Be sure to read Eugene Marks embedded
example of how to approach a dream via Gestalt techniques.
Read about this and more in Bob's notes at the beginning of
the Dream Section.

  And special thanks to Island for all her contributions in
every catagory and for the special selections of dream
quotes dispersed throughout this issue and repeated in full
at the end of the Dream Section.

 
  Dreamin' up a New Millenium,

 Richard

 
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Special Thanks from RCW to Wired Magazine for the DreamGate
interview in the December 1996 issue. Online at:
http://www.wired.com/wired/4.12/reality_check.html

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George Orwell in Coming up for Air:  In every one of those
little stucco boxes there's some poor bastard who's never
free except when he's fast asleep and dreaming that he's got
the boss down the bottom of a well and is bunging lumps of
coal at him.
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 Chris Hicks continues to moderate and motivate us all with
the ED DreamWheel dreamgroups. This is really a fun way to
share dreams and you can join the groups by simply sending
Chris a note that says, "Hey Chris, put me on the list for
the next DreamWheel and send me instructions on how to
participate!"  send to:
dreamwheel@michweb.net


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Arthur Miller in After the Fall: I dreamed I had a child,
and even in the dream I saw it was my life,and it was an
idiot, and I ran away. But it always crept on to my lap
again, clutched at my clothes. Until I thought, if I could
kiss it, whatever in it is my own, perhaps I could sleep.
And I bent to its broken face, and it was horrible . . . but
I kissed it. I think one must finally take one's life in
one's arms.
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                        Slow Wave
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Slow Wave is a collective dream diary authored by
unconscious minds from around the world, and illustrated by
Jesse Reklaw. A new strip is uploaded every week on the
first minute of Saturday, EST. That's 9 PM Friday in
California, 6 AM Saturday in France, and 3 PM Saturday in
Sydney, Australia.


There were Three Slow Waves for the month of December, 1996.
-- Elizabeth Thiel finds out that dream snow is out of this
world!
-- Watch out for  Pizza's with marbles!
--Tired of your life, maybe you can get another one with
Laura Miller at the Revival Tent.

They can be viewed together on the
http://www.nonDairy.com/slow/wave.cgi?dec96

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Virginia Woolf in A Room of One's Own: Yet it is in our
idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes
comes to the top.
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                Be an Electric Dreamer
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Electric Dreams continues to offer a wide variety of free
dreamsharing venues and this means we log a lot of online
time. It is fun and we do this because we love it!  But
sometimes we can't keep up with all the networking tasks and
then the quality is diminished in our programs. 
    And not everyone has the time to be a staff member
(though if you *do* have the time and desire, drop me a
line!). 

 And so we would like to ask for ELECTRIC DREAMERS -
volunteers who can give just a few minutes every week or
even once a month.   Here are some of the ED areas that
Electric Dreamers might help in:

- Co-Moderate a dream group.
- Post a few dreams to a few Newsgroups or Mail lists.
- Post an ad regularly to a Newsgroup you will "sponsor".
- Post an ad to a mail list you will "sponsor". 
- Post an ad to a SIG at your commercial online carrier.
- Surf the net for new dream web sites.
- Surf Educational college sites for dream bibliographies
- Send in addresses of magazine departments that might like
to carry a story about dream sharing in cyberspace
- Send in local resources on dreams - groups, schools,
lectures, library resources, newsletters and new age papers.
- Check you Yellow Pages for schools and ask what programs
or classes on dreams and dreaming dreams are available.
- Many other projects available!  

    Because these tasks are a little tedious at times
(though usually fun) we are offering a FREE HOME PAGE  for
anyone who participates!!      Be and Electric Dreamer, sign
up today...

contact Richard Wilkerson
rcwilk@aol.com



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Alfred Lord Tennyson: Maybe the wildest dreams are but the
needful preludes of the truth.
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Dream Airing Column - Victoria Quinton
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Victoria is on maternity leave/slow-down, but we plan to
deep the column going with your questions and comments and
other dream related items. -R

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Subject: US Supreme Court Schedules CDA Appeal: The Showdown
Begins in Jan.
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The US Supreme Court on Friday scheduled briefing in the
government's appeal of the 3-judge Philadelphia federal
court ruling that the Communications Decency Act provisions
of the Telecommunications Act of 1996 are unconstitutional,
in the merged ACLU v. Reno and ALA v. Dept. of Justice cases
against the recent Internet censorship law.


* Briefing Schedule for Supreme Court Appeal of CDA
Constitutionality   Challenge (ACLU v. Reno, ALA v. DoJ
merged case), as of Dec. 1996:

  Jan. 21, 1997 - Appellant (government) brief due

  Feb. 20, 1997 - Appellee (EFF, ACLU, ALA, CIEC, et al.)
brief due

  Mar. 7, 1997 - Appellant reply brief due.

  Mar-Apr., 1997 - Oral arguments in the case will be
scheduled


It is important to note the announcement was not about
whether the Supreme   Court has chosen to review the lower
court's decision in ACLU v. Reno --  the Court has *no
choice* as to whether it will review that decision, so 
long as the government's appeal is not a frivolous one. 
According to  Article III of the U.S. Constitution, the
Supreme Court can be compelled by Congress to hear certain
kinds of appeals, even though normally Congress lets the
Court set its own docket. Pursuant to Article III, the 
Telecom Act, like the Voting Rights Act and certain other
legislative measures, grants the government an "appeal as of
right" whenever a provision of the act is found
unconstitutional by a lower court . This is very different
from the normal petition-for-certiorari process by 
which cases normally come before the Court.  Congress
intended that the contentious provisions of the Telecom Act
be settled quickly, and wrote provisions into the law itself
to ensure this.

More importantly, the Court's announcement is not any
indication, despite CDA supporters' claims, that the Supreme
Court wants to overturn the lower court's ruling.

What is significant about the news is that the Supreme Court
has expressed 1) an interest in hearing oral arguments as
well as 2) an interest in speaking *directly* to the issues
raised by the case (as distinct from deciding the case
summarily).

Legal teams from both of the original, now merged, cases
will continue to work cooperatively on countering the
Justice Department's appeal.

EFF remains very optimistic of the outcome of this case, as
the CDA fails not one but *all* constitutionality tests.

Previous documents from cases are available at:
http://www.eff.org/pub/Legal/Cases/EFF_ACLU_v_DoJ/

More information about the CDA and similar Internet
censorship measures:
http://www.eff.org/pub/Censorship/Internet_censorship_bills/


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Date:    Wed, 13 Nov 1996 
From:    "Dominick A. Miserandino" 
Subject: Philosophy of Sleep

I'm having a little problem with my current philosophy
assignment.  My professor has assigned us, The Philosophy of
Sleep.  I know that he wants "schools of thought on how
much, the purpose and the necessity of sleep" and the
"biological/psychological basis for such."  Before I get an
F in the class, can anybody help me?

Any information, thoughts, etc... would be greatly
appreciated.

Thanks,
Dominick

  Dominick A. Miserandino
Fax     (212) 335-0846
e-mail: dmiseran@opsny.fbc.com
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Date:    Fri, 15 Nov 1996 16:50:50 -0500
From:    David Langston 
Subject: Re: philosophy of sleep

For Darl in Faulkner's  _As I Lay Dying_, falling asleep far
from
home propels him into vertiginous doubt about his own
identity.
Descartes in his stove could not do it better:

  In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep.  And
before   you are emptied for sleep, what are you.  And when
you are emptied   for sleep, you are not.  And when you are
filled with sleep, you   never were.  I dont know what I am. 
I dont know if I am or not.   Jewel knows he is, because he
does not know that he does not know   whether he is or not. 
He cannot empty himself for sleep because   he is not what
he is and he is what he is not.  Beyond the unlamped   wall
I can hear the rain shaping the wagon that is ours, the load 
 that is no longer theirs that felled and sawed it nor yet
theirs   that bought it and which is not ours either, lie on
our wagon though   it does, since only the wind and the rain
shape it to Jewel and me,   that are not asleep.  And since
sleep is is-not and rain and wind are   was, it is not.  Yet
the wagon is, because when the wagon is was,   Addie Bundren
will not be.  And Jewel is, so Addie Bundren must be.   And
then I must be, or I could not empty myself for sleep in a  
strange room.  And so if I am not emptied yet, I am is.     
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof,
thinking
  of home.

                                David Langston
                                North Adams State College
                                North Adams, MA
                                dlangsto@nasc.mass.edu
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Date:    Thu, 14 Nov 1996 15:03:51 EST
From:    William Ball 
Subject: Re: Philosophy of Sleep

Dear Dominick,

If you have accurately related the philosophy assignment
below, I would offer you the services of my good friend,
also named Dominick, from Chicago, who will make damn sure
this prof makes no more such assignments.

Bill Ball
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Date:    Fri, 15 Nov 1996 19:14:20 -0500
From:    B Merrill 
Subject: Re: philosophy of sleep

Robert Paul wrote:
>>Here's another angle: sleep is Providence's design to
provide His creatures >yet another positive corporeal
pleasure.<
> >But sleep itself is not the *real* pleasure. The real
pleasure consists in >shutting off the alarm and going
*back* to sleep. This is worth 8 (on a scale >of 10) in
Bentham's calculus of felicities.

and then Robert wrote:
>Kant says that reading Hume awakened him from his dogmatic
slumbers.

        Kant also said that the problem of the antinomies
(and reading
Crusius?) awoke him from his dogmatic slumbers. So, if he
fell asleep in the interim, going back to those same
slumbers, then he experienced level 8 of Bentham's ranking
of felicities. Plus: he wrote the Critique of Pure Reason
when he woke up. Lucky Kant!

Bruce Merrill

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Date:    Sat, 16 Nov 1996 00:31:55 PST
From:    Robert Paul 
Subject: Descartes's dreaming

'Descartes worries..."lest it all be a dream"...'

Descartes did not believe that it *all* could be a dream. In
the Meditations his doubt advances in stages, from simple
cases to tougher ones, and at each stage he applies no more
sceptical pressure than is called for by the example. We're
often mistaken about things seen fleetingly, or under poor
light, or at a distance, e.g. one might mistake a scrap of
paper blown by the wind for a bird. But few sober people
would mistake a piece of paper upon which they were
laboriously composing a philosophical treatise for a bird,
and Descartes doesn't believe that the rich and persistent
visual experience of sitting in his library before the fire
could be a simple perceptual mistake: the conditions are too
stable for that. So, he supposes that he might be dreaming
that he was seated in his dressing gown before the fire.

But even this isn't enough. The 'dream hypothesis' leaves
two things untouched
(and allows us to infer that Descartes dreamed in color). He
says that even in a dream the colors that appear to him are
'absolutely real.' And even in a dream the truths of
mathematics remain what they are: 2 + 3 = 5 isn't called
into question simply because one dreams that 2 + 3 = 28. In
order to doubt the truths of mathematics he introduces an
Evil Genius, who is 'no less malicious than powerful,' who
can somehow bring it about that Descartes believes *falsely*
that 2 = 3 = 5; that triangles have more or fewer than three
sides, etc.

How this Supreme Deceiver does his work is mysterious, and
it's interesting that Descartes supposes that the SD knows
the truth of the matter (e.g. in the case of 2 + 3 = ?), for
how else could he ensure that Descartes's belief on this
score was false? One might wonder how far the SD's powers
extend: could he systematically deceive Descartes about word
meanings, etc.? (This may be relevant to the unfinished
business of Goodman and Kripke.)

However, my point is only that the dream hypothesis will not
make everything dubitable; nor did Descartes think it would.

Cheers,

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Date:    Sun, 17 Nov 1996 13:43:17 -0330
From:    Walter Okshevsky 
Subject: Re: Descartes's dreaming:limits thereof

SNIP
> So, he supposes that he might be dreaming > that he was
seated in his dressing gown before the fire. >  But even
this isn't enough. The 'dream hypothesis' leaves two things 
untouched > (and allows us to infer that Descartes dreamed
in color). He says that even in > a dream the colors that
appear to him are 'absolutely real.' And even in a > dream
the truths of mathematics remain what they are: 2 + 3 = 5
isn't called > into question simply because one dreams that
2 + 3 = 28. SNIP > However, my point is only that the dream
hypothesis will not make everything > dubitable; nor did
Descartes think it would.
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1.Interesting.Since you agree with Descartes on this point,
I can ask you. I'm unclear on how it is that Descartes
believes himself able to control the scope of the dreamwork
here. If I were in doubt over whether I am presently sitting
at my Mac typing this out to you, then why would I not also
wonder whether the colour of my Mac were a product of my
dream? In other words, if I were to doubt the reality of the
former, on what grounds would I be able to exclude the
latter from doubt? It would seem that once one began to
doubt that kind of thing, i.e.,to wonder whether that was
but a dream, then the sky's the limit. Could it be that
Descartes' "dream hypothesis" actualy poses an
epistemological nightmare above and beyond his wildest
dreams, so to speak? And wouldn't such an effect be one of
the reasons why Heidegger would suggest that we remind
ourselves of our original "being-in-the-world" before
attempting to find the required proof or method? 2.Is the
"philosophical peace" that W. refers to in PI 133 to be
understood as the freedom from precisely the kinds of
perplexities haunting Descartes above? I'm wondering here
whether "[t]the dogmatism into which we fall so easily in
doing philosophy." (131) isn't illustrated by the Cartesian
demand for certainty and the search for a method which would
secure it for us.This is all very complex, and I apologize
if I'm just muddling through here.I found your two posts
very interesting. W

Walter C. Okshevsky
Memorial U.
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Date:    Sun, 24 Nov 1996 01:27:59 PST
From:    Robert Paul 
Subject: Descartes: colors in dreams

Re my saying that Descartes believes that 'the colors [he
sees in his dreams] are 'absolutely real,' Walter C.
Okshevsky writes:

>1. Interesting. Since you agree with Descartes on this
point, I can ask you. I'm unclear on how it is that
Descartes believes himself able to control the scope of the
dreamwork here. If I were in doubt over whether I am
presently sitting at my Mac typing this out to you, then why
would I not also wonder whether the colour of my Mac were a
product of my dream? In other words, if I were to doubt the
reality of the former, on what grounds would I be able to
exclude the latter from doubt?<

If you hallucinate that your Mac changes color before your
eyes (from bright orange, to blue, to iridescent green,
etc., you might wonder something like the following: 'Is it
really changing color--or am I just hallucinating?' You
might, under other circumstances, ask: 'What is its real
color?' But you couldn't hallucinate that it was changing
color unless it appeared to be changing color. Suppose that
you *knew* you were hallucinating. Could you then sensibly
ask: 'It appears to be changing from orange to blue to
green, but are orange and blue and green really the colors
that it appears to be changing to and from?' (Excuse the
grammatical awkwardness here.) I'm not at all sure I would
understand this question.

I dream of a sunset--vivid red and yellow and pinks
striations of clouds near
the horizon. Of course that I am dreaming of a sunset
entails that I am not really seeing a ('real') sunset; but
if it appears as I have described it, that is its
appearance, whether in a dream or not. One might say,
unhelpfully, 'In dreams and and hallucinations it's
appearances all the way down: there is no
'appearance/reality' disconnect. That I am ('really') seeing
an x entails that there is an x to be seen. That I am
dreaming (hallucinating) that I am seeing an x, doesn't.

Yet, as every student of Epistemology 101 knows, there must
be something about a dream or a hallucination that can give
rise to the question: 'But is it *really* an x?' The thing
hallucinated or dreamed must have the properties of an x, to
make the question plausible: that is, the
hallucination/dream image must resemble an x in many ways.
This collection of resemblances is how the thing looks or
appears. Once one has testified that something 'looks red,'
there is always room for the question, 'But is it?' There
is, though, no room at all for an epistemological question,
'Was it red that it looked?'

>It would seem that once one began to doubt that kind of
thing, i.e.,to wonder whether that was but a dream, then the
sky's the limit. Could it be that Descartes' "dream
hypothesis" actually poses an epistemological nightmare
above and beyond his wildest dreams, so to speak?<

I've tried to show that one can sleep soundly on that
score--or at least take a short, Wittgensteinian nap.

Cheers,

Robert Paul
Reed College
robert.paul@reed.edu
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Philosophy of Sleep" discusssion from the Philosophy &
Literature List
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Lord Byron in The Dream: Sleep hath its own world, // And a
wide realm of wild reality. // 
And dreams in their development have breath, // And tears,
and tortures, and the touch of joy.
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             Dream Psi Column  - Linda Magallon

         Fly-By-Night Club Presents A December Dream Game 

                       The Golden Seed

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Last month: The Holiday Ornament: A Telepathic Dream
Experiment
November: the Dream Psi Bib & Dream Target


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Fly-By-Night Club Presents A December Dream Game 

The Golden Seed

*The Golden Seed* is a bedtime story. It has been created by
weaving together scenes and images from real dreams--the
dreams of people who have deliberately dreamt together. 

The original dreams came from shared dreaming projects. In
such a project, members attempt to meet one another in the
dream state. The projects were Dreams10 (1984); The Lucidity
Project (1984-1987); Shared Dreaming (1987-1988); Bay Area
Dream Team (1988); Nexus (1989) and Women of Power
(1990-1991).

Author Kyla Houbolt was a member of the last three of these
shared dreaming projects. Thus, she knew some of the images
first hand. But the others she did not; they came to her
spontaneously as she was writing this bedtime story. It was
meant to incubate the dreams of yet another group of
intentional dreamers, Communal Magic (1996). Only after the
story was completed were synchronicities noted with the
other projects, too.

Similar imagery from so many dreamers make *The Golden Seed*
a NeverEnding Story. It's an archetypal, communal,
continuously evolving tale. Any dreamer can open the pages
of the NeverEnding Story book. Just by having a dream.

How to Participate
Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to read
the story and attempt to have a dream about it. 

You can find the story at the Fly-By-Night Club web site
(http://members.aol.com/caseyflyer/fbnc/fbnc01.htm).  Or
request a copy from 
CaseyFlyer@aol.com. Subject: Golden Seed. 

You will be notified if you have a successful dream and your
dream will be posted at the web site. Please indicate if you
will allow use of your full name, e-mail name or pseudonym. 

Merry dreams,
Linda Lane Magallon

http://members.aol.com/caseyflyer/fbnc/fbnc01.htm
(Fly-By-Night Club)
http://members.aol.com/dreampsi/archive/index.htm (DreamPsi
Archive)



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 Here are a couple of quotes from two great explorers of
dreams and telepathy.  -Richard
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"The human being has a potential that goes beyond it. What
all that potential can e, no one yet can  know. All of that
is the promise of the futures, The thing the psi discovery
dos right now is make the promise... Parapsychological
abilities may someday be put to work and if they are, the
result can benefit mankind very greatly. But whether or not
they ever are, the very fact that they exist opens a big
window for man's outlook. "
Louisa Rhine


"...I devoted ten years of my life to parapsychological
research because of a lifetime curiosity concerning the
scope of human consciousness as well as a commitment to the
development of human potential. The findings about ESP and
PK, sparse though they may be, suggest that there exists in
the universe a dimension that is ignored, unacknowledged,
and virtually unexplored. This dimension of existence could
teach us more than we know about time and space. It could
expand our development of intellect, emotion, intuition, and
creativity.  It might even demonstrate that human beings do
not end at the boundaries of the skin, but exist as part of
a network of consciousness which connects one person to
another person distant in space and time."
    (Stanley Krippner_ Call of the Siren_ , pg 290)


If you have questions or comments on psi, paranormal,
telepathic or mutual dreaming, send them in to Electric
Dreams and we will try to distribute those questions to
researchers in the field.

Richard
rcwilk@aol.com

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H.D. Thoreau: Love is an attempt to change a piece of a
dream-world into reality.
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                     The Granny Gallery

          The Interactive Dream Inspired Gallery 
                 of Nancy Richter Brzeski

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Nancy Richter Brzeski has come to "dream art" by a
roundabout route. Born in N.Y.C., raised in Pittsburgh, PA.,
she received her B.A at the University of Michigan and her
M. A.  in sociology at the University of Chicago. She was a
research associate for several years at the Institute for
Social Research in Oslo, Norway, where she remained for
three years as the wife of the young political scientist,
Christian Bay.

Her interest in dream-inspired art developed in northern
California, where she settled in the late '50s. In the Bay
Area she worded with Fariba Bogzaran, now on the teaching
staff of  JFK University. In Davis, she worked as a
"consurrent student" in the University of California, Davis
Art Department with Tio Giambruni, Wayne Thiebaud, Cornelia
Schulz, Squeek Carnwath, Robert Arneson, Tony Natsoulas and
others.



This gallery is about the dream inspired art that has been
unfolding since 1955

Nancy invites you to stop by, view the art and e-mail your
comments!
 Have you had a similar dream? Have you done art work
related to this?
What associations are evoked by my work? Why do you like it? 

EMAIL:  abrzeski@ucdavis.edu

The Granny Gallery

"Dreams are telling us something. If we learn to understand
our dreams, it helps us to understand ourselves. "

Many artists use dreams and fantasies as inspiration for
their work. I have mainly used art as a *means* of delving
more deeply into my dreams. My main focus has been on the
integrity of the dreams. In the process of externalizing the
images, many new insights have come to me. The more I
worked, the more I understood. Some of my sculpture-sketches
and paintings did not develop in this way, however. The
sculptures have often come directly from the place from
which dreams come, the unconscious mind. The subjects of the
paintings, including "Icon (Granny)", have often been
deliberately determined.

http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/granny/gran05.htm

 
 Icon (oil pastel, 31"x37") 1996 

Process involved in the "Granny" Series 
* Granny I * is a lithograph, made as an art student in
1966. *Granny II * is a pen-sketch made in the same year, a
doodle which turned into Granny with the long black hair I
had then, a composite image. *Granny III * was an oil pastel
made on newsprint in an art therapy group in 1986. I
recently transformed it into*"Icon(Granny)"* because I felt
it came the closest to my memory of my grandmother, who died
in 1951. * Granny IV * is an acrylic painting made in 1995,
when I rediscovered my Hungarian roots. I was strongly
influenced by the frontal image of the Fayum portraits and
the "eternal gaze" which Giacometti tried to grasp. I wanted
to capture, *to bring back to life*, my grandmother's spirit
of gentleness and compassion, the "nurturing mother."



Dream: Harvesting Granny's Garden 

I was sitting outdoors in a little garden. Granny's Garden.
Vegetables, fruits, flowers. I was sitting at a little
table, typing something which I had written. A story? Many
pages.

When I finished typing, I got the idea to weed the garden,
which I did. It was muddy. I think I was barefoot and didn't
mind the mud.

There was a huge eggplant growing there. I thought, "Since
I'm weeding this garden, I might as well pick the eggplant
and the other ripe vegetables." It was *my* garden. I was
about to do that when I woke up.

http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/granny/grn01.jpg


Nancy's  work has appeared at four international meetings of
the  Association for the Study of Dreams: In Arlington, VA,
Santa Cruz, CA., London, England, and Berkeley, CA. She has
learned about dreamwork from Nancy Jungerman, Jeremy Taylor,
Gayle Delaney and Loma Flowers. Nancy Richter Brzeski lives
in Davis, CA and San Francisco. She is the wife of Dr. A.
Brzeski, recently retired from the Economics Department,
UCD. They have two grown children, a daughter, Eva, who is a
filmmaker in New York City and a married son, Jan, who is an
independent businessman in Los Angeles, as well as their
Polish daughter Agnieszka Silva who lives with her family in
Davis, California.

Granny Gallery
http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/granny/

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Bob Dylan, quoted in Robert Shelton, No Direction Home: I am
against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is
very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams,
which nature can't touch with decay.
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             Stop Sleeping Through Your Dreams
                       Part II 
                 by  Charles McPhee

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In his enlightening, entertaining book, Charles McPhee
assists anyone interested in finding out how to become a
conscious participant in our dreams by offering a
step-by-step guide to mastering the techniques of lucid
dreaming. Charles has also offered us a Web site through
which we can discuss the issues of consciousness and dreams
with him directly. He will be visiting with us here for the
next few months at Electric Dreams, answering questions and
giving us peeks into his work, Stop Sleeping Through Your
Dreams.  - Richard

www.dreamgate.com/dream/mchphee/


In Electric Dreams November 3(10) Charles began exploring
the phenomena of dream sleep and consciousness. This issue
he continues to unfold his investigations into whether or
not we actually possess consciousness in dream and what this
can mean to our lives. 





Now, let us return again to our question.  We possess a lot
in dreams, but do we possess consciousness?


From CHAPTER 4:    The Body of Time 


The Evolution of Consciousness

Against the backdrop of millions of years of evolution, the
question is often asked as to why consciousness should have
evolved.  What benefit or advantage does the ability for
self-awareness, and the concomitant existential reflection
that attends self-awareness, lend to us evolutionarily?  As
conscious beings, we are partial to consciousness; it is the
only way we know ourselves.  But as we survey the world
around us, we must acknowledge that nearly all other life
forms do not possess this ability for consciousness.  Why,
then, are we the exception?  If there is a biological
reason, then do we come to life on the back of this ancient
creature of time, man, merely to take a ride on an
existential Ferris wheel?  Do we get swooped up to see the
stars, only to retire gently, and forever, at the end of the
ride?  Or has our consciousness evolved for another reason? 
Are we a most-favored species, selected by the gods to
become as we imagine them?

Consciousness is a psychological experience, but as with all
psychological experiences, it possesses a neurobiological
corollary.  As suggested in chapter three, consciousness is
our ability to experience the experience of sensation as it
occurs.  When we gain consciousness in a dream, we are able
to experience our experience of the dream as it is
occurring, which allows us to make the fairly obvious
observation that we are dreaming.  But notice that with
consciousness, we always experience sensation twice: first
when it comes over the sensory wires to us, and then when we
actively observe, or experience, our experience of the
sensation.  Thus we  see  our seeing,  touch  our touching,
and  feel  our feeling.  The extent to which we focus our
attention on the experience determines the degree to which
the experience is impressed in our memory.  It also
determines the degree to which the experience becomes part
of our active awareness - that is, memory that is recalled.

As our experiments with consciousness progress through the
course of this book, we will find that a striking
relationship exists between consciousness and memory.  And
to return to our original line of inquiry, this relationship
also suggests a simpler answer to why consciousness evolved
than, perhaps, does divine intervention.  Our ability to
reflect radically enhances our ability for memory, which may
be one reason why consciousness is valuable from an
evolutionary point of view.  The relationship that exists
between consciousness and memory is most likely the great
advantage of consciousness.  This ability for reflection
also ushers us into the paradigm of experiential existence. 
Welcome to the living.

CHAPTER 5:  Why We Sleep Through Our Dreams 

Of all the times when we might most want our consciousness,
when we are in the fabulous dreamscape, we find that it is
almost categorically denied us!  Each night we enter the
dreamscape once again, yet each night we enter blind. 
Without consciousness we are unable to recognize our dreams. 
We are unable to see where we are, unable to be where we
are.

Psychologically, the absence of consciousness from dream
sleep makes no sense.  We are all blessed with a fantastic,
natural mechanism for inner illumination, for healing and
mental health, yet we are never permitted access to it?  To
add insult to injury, not only are we unable to interact
with our dreams consciously, but our memory of the
experience is radically impaired.  Unconsciously experienced
sensation is very difficult to recall; we routinely forget
the overwhelming majority of our dreams.  So why do we dream
at all?

******
The need for dampening of the reflective ability during
dreams is curious.  As chapter six explains, sustained
experience with lucid dreams shows that consciousness is
compatible with the dreamscape, albeit a rare guest.  When
we observe that the immediate result of gaining
consciousness in a dream typically is that we awaken
ourselves, then we can see why consciousness generally is an
undesirable accompaniment to dream experience.  Most often
when we perceive we are dreaming, the realization startles
us and we disturb the physiologic balance of dream sleep,
causing us to awaken shortly thereafter.  Put simply, we
notice we are dreaming, and then we wake ourselves up. 
First our mind wakes up in the dreamscape, then our body
wakes up, and we make that quick transition from dream sleep
to being awake again, with the dreamscape but a memory. 
This is the famous  Oh, shoot!  of lucid dreaming.  In
attempting to prolong periods of consciousness in the
dreamscape, all lucid dreamers first learn not to startle
their bodies out of dream sleep once they recognize they are
dreaming.

So, we arrive at a perplexing juncture in our search.  The
dreamscape is very nearly categorically denied us.  But
enjoy, for a moment, the paradox that attends this grail: It
is ours, but we are not permitted access to it.  We are
responsible for its creation, but we know not whence it
comes.  We spend an hour and a half a day, ten hours a week,
twenty-one days a year in the dreamscape, but we rarely get
a chance to visit.  We walk in it, we talk in it, we feel
it, we touch it, and we ask it questions.  It touches us, it
holds us, we are enveloped wholly within it.  Every night we
walk the corridors of our mind.  Feel and touch the walls!

Consciousness: We exist without it; we do not exist without
it.




Next month we move into the lab to see what research can
offer us in a way of evidence and explanation.  If you can't
wait, you can stop by my Web site for a full chapter summary
of  Stop Sleeping Through Your Dreams. If you would like
more on this, my book  is published by Henry Holt and
Company, Inc.  Publication Date: December 27th, 1995.
0-8050-2500-6  $22.50, cloth.  Contact: Robin Jones, (212)
886-9270

-Charles Mcphee
Brainsufr@aol.com

           www.dreamgate.com/dream/mchphee/


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DH Lawrence: I can never decide whether my dreams are the
result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my
dreams.
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        Lucid Dreaming  Resources on the Net 
              A Call for Link Updating
                 Richard Wilkerson
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I have been going through my _Dream Guide to the Internet_ 
this month in an attempt to update the links for the
upcoming ASD vote on what links will and will not be on the
ASD Web.  It is my position that the Net is made up of
individual and group efforts that are interwoven together in
a complex new gestalt of interconnectivity and open
communication. There may be some reasons to censor in
cyberspace, but there are more compelling reason *not* to. 
The dynamic social revolutions that are arising from open
global communication and experimentation are still quite
fragile. There is a cost in this freedom, and my experience
has shown that the cost is defrayed by caring attention,
where as it becomes too high a price where there is neglect.
We apply this caring in many ways, each with his and her own
talents and skills.
   What I would like to do here is list the dreaming
resources so we can link to them where appropriate, and add
to them where we missed or lost links. This month's focus is
on Lucid Dreaming Resources.  If your web site offers a
unique lucid dream resource, tell us about me  about it and
I'll include it in the growing body of LD sites. 

   -Richard   rcwilk@aol.com

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Goethe: These whimsical pictures, inasmuch as they originate
from us, may well have an analogy with our whole life and
fate.
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  The Usenet Newsgroups related to Lucid Dreaming:
             + alt.dream.lucid
             + alt.dreams.castaneda

The Web sites & Mail lists

             + Charles McPhee Stop Sleeping Through Your
Dreams. Author invites discussion of Lucid dreaming and
provides some of the best Links to Lucid Dreaming Online.
http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/mcphee/


             + The Lucidity Institute, Inc - A mix of
helpful commercial & non-commercial products and direct
educational materials and essays, the Intititute is the
outgrowth of Stephen Laberge's work on Lucid Dreaming. Be
sure to check out What's New? for current and upcoming
events. Stop in at the Intstitute's
               LUCID FAQ
http://www.lucidity.com/LucidDreamingFAQ2.html

 or if all else fails, call 1-800-GO-LUCID.
http://www.best.com:80/~lucidity/

             + Online Guide to Lucid Dreaming - This
democratic site includes an FAQ, Methods, Techiques &
Tips,LD Phenomena, Research Papers, a Gallery & Other LD
Resources
http://www.york.ac.uk/%7Esocs214/ogld/


             + DreamWeb - Not just a delightful Dream site,
Ryan brings you Intros, FAQs, Histories, techniques & tips
as well as a dreaming science  information.
http://www.geocities.com/SiliconValley/3815/

             + Dream Harrowing by Rick Smith is a site
devoted to turning your dreams into a journey from which
objects and treasure may be found. This site will soon
encompass the Dream Canteen and other dream support
projects.
http://faraday.clas.virginia.edu/~rls3z/hrrw2.htm

             + Astral Library - Links to lucid dreaming
technology and information sites
http://lava.net/%7Egoodin/library.html

             + The Lucid Dreamers Reference Guide -
Resources, links, reviews by Mark Breck
http://www.cris.com/~Mbreck/lucid.shtml

            
             + The Oneiro-Network The Oneiro-Network is
dedicated to advancing the global online community of lucid
dreamers through telecommunications, and telepresence
technologies. It's purpose is to bring lucid dreamers from
all points of the globe together in a social atmosphere. To
meet and get to know others of like mindedness, and to talk
about lucid dreams. Everyone is welcome to participate, and
create their own niche within the club.
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/2357/

             + Online Guide to Lucid Dreaming - This
democratic site includes an FAQ, Methods, Techiques &
Tips,LD Phenomena, Research Papers, a Gallery & Other LD
Resources
http://www.thenet.co.uk/~philmarley/ogld/


             + Electric Dreams Besides a helpful online
community of nearly 600 members, many of the Electric Dreams
E-zine backissue contain articles on and by lucid dreamers.
http://www.phys.unsw.edu.au/~mettw/edreams/home.html


             + Lucid Graphics A graphical web site about
Lucid Dreaming, where you can find several tips and tricks
on how to do it in a graphical environemnt. The site uses
frames so only netscape 2.0/explorer 3.0 users can see it.
http://www.brightsite.com/mirror

             + "A Study of Dreams" By Frederik Van Eeden
(1913) and transcribed by Blake Wilfong :" In this seminal
work, Van Eeden describes several varieties of dreams and
coins the phrase'lucid dream'. Although many of his
conclusions contradict the findings of modern researchers,
this paper remains a classic."
http://www.phoenix.net/~blake/dreams.tx

             + SpiritWeb Go to the Search box and type
"lucid" for more than a dozen articles.
http://www.spiritweb.org/Spirit.html#Subjects

             + LUCID DREAMING Article by Denise Linn for
Golden Age Magazine. A positive short introduction.
http://www.newage.com.au/contributions/lucid.html

             + The Lame Man's Guide to the Dream World A
quick lucid and obe techniques guide.
http://home.earthlink.net/~izone/astral.htm

             + Lucid Dreaming Enhancement A Treatise on
Lucid Dreaming by Robert Bruce,1994.
http://zeta.cs.adfa.oz.au/Spirit/lucid-dreaming.html

             + Vědomé snění Vědomé snění (lucid dreaming) je
snění, při  němž si člověk uvědomuje, že sní.
http://st.vse.cz/~xpavt01.fak4/_lucid.htm

             + Ben's Lucid Dreaming Page A quick reference,
personal  experiences.
http://www.eolas.co.uk/ah/ben_garb.htm

             + LUCID DREAMING: FRUSTRATIONS AND FANTASIES A
short article by Brenda Giguere 95.08.20
http://www.phys.unsw.edu.au/~mettw/edreams/articles/frustrat
ion.html

             + http://www.utu.fi/~jounsmed/asc/ld/b
lackmore.html">Lucid  Dreaming: Awake in Your Sleep? By
Susan Blackmore - From Skeptical Inquirer, Vol. 15 Summer
1991, pages 362-370
http://www.utu.fi/~jounsmed/asc/ld/blackmore.html

             + The Carlos Castenada Internet Resources page
is growing, and continually adding new links and information
on workshops, hermeneutics, books, and other Castaneda
archival materials.
http://www.cyberjockey.com/meridian/castaneda.html

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Marcel Proust in Remembrance of Things Past: If a little
dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less
but to dream more, to dream all the time.

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                    DREAMLIFE

      Alissa's Dream Art & Creativity Column

                  December, 1996
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Introduction

It seems to me that I experience two forces at work, in
myself and life, and I wonder if you have noticed this too?
-- an expansive movement forward toward the new, toward
growth and wholeness, and a constricting pull backwards
towards habitual limitations.

What we're used to we equate with "right" and good and safe,
and even if we have a taste of something better, a part of
us says, 'stop! danger!' and we run for cover into the old
familiar habits. Anyone who has tried to stop smoking, ect,
knows that, and it is equally true of subtler addictions,
not to substances, but to attitudes and behaviors.

I believe that dreams offer us potent images and experiences
of these two forces at work within us. I've had some
horrific dreams that made it hard for me to see them as the
gifts I believe dreams are, until I recognized them as
warnings and reminders. (see below, for example, the "FIRE"
dream).

And other dreams that encourage me, that bring healing and
help me to get used to the new more positive frame of mind,
so that it becomes familiar and eventually habitual.


                           
www.dreamgate.com/dream/goldring/

Alissa Goldring
December 19, 1996

Here is an example of on of those BIG DREAMS that come every
so often, to mark a turning point an light the way.

    I follow the dream with notes on what the dream brings
to me, as I contemplate all elements in the dream as parts
of myself.

   Sometimes a brief fragment of a dream or a single image
carry great energy. However, the dream I share with you
today is a complete story of an intense episode.

http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/goldring/firea.jpg


Wednesday, 4 December, 1996  "FIRE"

   My little daughter penny and I are on a visit to a farm.
I leave her with the family while I walk in the fields.

    I come to a large garbage can near fences. I keep
walking. I look back and see that a flame has come out of
the can, the wind whips is, suddenly it ignites the fence
and  spreads along the fences to the house. I see the old
farm buildings in flames and people running.

    I race back toward the farmhouse looking for Penny. I
see one child after another - there are many children in the
farm family - but I do not see Penny.

    Then I see her still on the porch, bobbling up and down
and realize she is on a little pointed wooden rocking horse.
She looks tiny and vaguely troubled, no understanding what
is happening. That end of the building is not on fire yet. I
yell to her and race to pick her up and run with her to
safety.

    The woman is herding her children along, lovingly
cheering them up, encouraging them to be brave and string,
to walk briskly, as we all take to the road to get away from
the fire. The buildings go up in flames. 

    Carrying the youngest in her arms, the woman is slim,
dark haired, string, courageous, dauntless -- a young
"Mother Courage". her appearance is a cross between a
Margaret Bourke-While foto farm mother and a college girl in
worn ragged clothes that she wears with grace. (a very real,
specific, intelligent, energetic, resourceful woman -- all
in very real color and full of emotion)

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    I see a great deal pictured in this potent dream in
images that vividly call my attention to danger and
necessary action.

   First, the dream leads me to consciously experience my
anxiety about the part of myself that is vulnerable, tiny,
innocent, unaware, dazed by repetitive automatic rocking. To
"ride a hobby horse" is to be stuck on one there, out of
touch with reality, hearing only the sound of one's own
voice, trapped in on's own story.

    There is something poignant about this image of a
child's grasping something familiar and comforting which
then becomes deadly as she becomes oblivious of present
reality. A child's innocent avoidance of innerwork is
familiar to me. I recognize that pattern in myself in years
of denial. I have become aware of how much of m life I lived
unconscious of the great danger I was in. Trying to be
"good".  STUCK, in a daze, trying harder to repeat what had
seemed to work in the past.

    It is this image that I chose to paint.

This dream warns me that time is running out. Over the
years, I have often dreamed about many houses in varied
stages of remodelling, a metaphor for myself in the process
of disassembling and re-structuring myself. Now I must leave
before I am destroyed about the many houses in varied stages
of remodelling, a metaphor for myself in the process of
disassembling and re-structuring myself. Now I must leave
before I am destroyed in the collapse of the old forms.
    There is a particular significance in the fact that this
dream takes place in a farm, since the happiest time of my
childhood was spent on a farm in North Carolina. But I
cannot escape into memory; I must deal with present reality.
    The garbage can of the past turns into a source of
danger that consumes - like heat generated in compost. This
is a vivid metaphor for the combustion/danger inherent in
re-living the past, although this is a necessary and vital
component of innerwork.
    We all face the risk of falling into the past, of being
sucked back into the old pain, fear and shame  behind
survival ploys that have become automatic. We come up
against the numbing unconsciousness we resorted to when pain
and fear were more than we could deal with. We have the
choice of unconsciously regressing into old habits or
becoming aware, and leaving them behind.

    When the child part of myself does not understand the
danger and does not run away, she is fortunately saved
because the wind has not yet brought the fire to that
section of the farm house. This reminds me that we cannot do
it all; we exist and grow within forces larger than
ourselves. I mediate on the fire and wind parts of myself
both as energies within my psyche and as powers encompassing
me...

   I recognize the young "Mother Courage" part of myself,
who moved to various places to build a better life with my
children, and with my inner children...

    Now I have become a WITNESS of all this, and have grown
into both compassion and the ability to talke action. I have
evolved into an adult who is able to recognize, appreciate,
love and care for the precious, sweet, child-like  parts of
myself and all the varieties - boisterous, angry damaged,
mischievous, destructive... I guide the children parts of
myself into the hard work of the difficult journey ahead.
All parts of me leave the nostalgic, decrepit old farm and
set out for anew life. Intrepid. 

   There will be no more re-modelling: a new home must be
built. The past has consumed itself. A narrow escape.
Catastrophe is an opportunity for freedom and a fresh start.
This dream reminds me of the vital necessity for love and
protection as we make the inner journey, and of the
underlying power of grace in our lives.

Alissa Goldring
alissa@dreamgate.com

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The Language of the Dream/Night is
contrary to that of Waking/the day. It is a language of
Images and Sensations, the various dialects of which are far
less different from each other, than the various Day-
Languages of Nations.

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          Dream Network Journal Update
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As you know, the Dream Network Journal is now online and is
extending its ability to act as a voice for the dream
movement.  An if you can get a hold of the issue this summer
of #15(1) there is a special on  *Dreams and Community*
which relates to much of our online work (and includes
Richard's Update on Dreams and Cyberspace).  Be sure to get
a copy of this issue!


To order a subscription, back issues or "The Art of
Dreamsharing & Developing Dreams Groups" booklet,  call
(800) 861-3732  or drop by the Web site at:
http://waking.com/waking/dream/order-form.html

What, you never heard of the Dream Network Journal!?!

 From Roberta Ossana on the DreamNet Web Page:

Dear Dreamer,

 Thank you for your interest in your dreams and in the Dream
Network. 
 As more of us awaken to the truth and value presented each
night in our dreams, it becomes increasingly desirable to
learn to understand dreams' unique language, the language of
symbol and metaphor. With the growing evidence of our
longing -- and *need* -- to comprehend the necessity of
mythology, it becomes evermore compelling to understand
*where* we lost it and *how* we can *reclaim the mythic
life*.

 The _Dream Network_ is published to help in fulfilling 
these intrinsic human needs. Initiated in 1982, the DN has
served as the ground upon which the foundation for the
growing 'dream movement' is building, internationally. 

 It is our purpose to demystify dreamwork so as to make the
meaning of our dreams more readily available to each of us,
believing every dream remembered desires to be understood
and each dream conveys information that is of positive value
toward our good health and well-being. Even our nightmares!

 Though we aspire to maintain a high level of scholarship,
_Dream Network_ is not an academic journal per se and is not
affiliated with any academic institution,  organization or
theoretical disposition; rather, we remain eclectic and open
to all schools of thought and personal experience. Together,
we explore the mystery.

 Our goal is to remain an interactive publication, actively
engaging readers and sharing our unique messages with an
increasingly interested readership. We enthusiastically
invite Responses/Letters, dream or myth related
manuscript/articles, poetry and art work.
 
 Each issue of Dream Network contains sections on The Art of
Dream Sharing and Dream Education, the Mythic Dimension and
articles which respond to Questions posed in previous
issues. 
 In each issue, there is a listing of over 55
Networkers/Contact persons, available to provide
dream-related information, resources and assistance in
initiating a dreamsharing relationship or a dream group. Our
Classified section offers DNJ readers the opportunity to
network, learn and explore with other dreamers,
internationally. 
 
 Please be openheartedly invited to join us in reintroducing
this deeply valuable, cross-cultural, common human
experience into your life/our culture. It is here, now....
and it is about the Power of Dreams! 

Choose to explore the mystery with us! To the wisdom and power of our dreams, H. Roberta Ossana, Editor & Publisher dreamskey@sisna.com qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp Tennessee Williams in Camino Real: You said, "They're harmless dreamers and they're loved by the people." "What," I asked you, "is harmless about a dreamer, and what," I asked you, "is harmless about the love of the people? Revolution only needs good dreamers who remember their dreams." qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w ASD Announcement: A Special Issue on the Psychobiology of Dreaming A Call for Research w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w=w DREAMING, a multidisciplinary journal, is planning a special issue on the psychobiology of dreaming. Contributions are invited for research reports or literature reviews that: 1.provide explanations for dream formation based upon advances in cognitive neuroscience; 2.examine relations between dreaming and psychophysiological measures of brain activity (e.g., EEG, PET, MRI); 3.describe changes in dreaming due toneurological conditions or physiologically construed sleep disorders(e.g., parasomnias); 4.consider how cognition, affect, or dreaming areassociated with physiologically defined sleep stages; and 5.explicate relationships between dreaming and neurotransmitters or otherbiochemical agents. Manuscripts will undergo full peer review, and thespecial issue is scheduled for publication in early 1998. If you wish to submit a manuscript (up to 8000 words, excluding references), please contact: Tore Nielsen, Ph.D., Dream & Nightmare Laboratory, Hopital Sacri-Coeur,5400 boul Gouin Ouest, Montrial, Quebec, Canada H4J 1C5, 514-338-3350(tel), 514-338-2531 (fax), nielsen@ere.umontreal.ca or Roseanne Armitage, Ph.D., Sleep Study Unit, University of TexasSouthwestern Medical Center at Dallas, 5323 Harry Hines Boulevard,Dallas, TX 75235-9070. 214-648-8758 (tel), 214-648-5444 (fax),armitage@utsw.swmed.edu qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp Umberto Eco in The Name of the Rose: A dream is a scripture, and many scriptures are nothing but dreams. qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp ================================================ ||>>>||>>|<<||<<<||>>>||>>|<<||<<<||||>>>||>>>|| G L O B A L D R E A M I N G N E W S ||>>>||>>|<<||<<<||>>>||>>|<<||<<<||||>>>||>>>|| ================================================ THIS MONTH'S FEATURES: NEWS - 1996 Planetary Dream-In, 20-21 December - A Long Winter Night's Dream - New Version of Alchera Dream Software - Revised Announcement, Dream Studies Program - RecallAnyDream Telephone Service - A Dream Meeting in Paris BOOK REVIEWS - Internet Dreams - Archetypes and Strange Attractors - DreamScape RESEARCH and REQUESTS - Dreams of Winter - Psychic Dreamers Sought WEB SITE UPDATES - Lucid Dream Paintings - Dream Inspired Mandalas - Dream Keeper, Safe Haven for Dreamers - Discovery Channel Dreams - DreamGate Gets a Face Lift ONLINE EVENTS - PowWow Get-togethers - IRC Get-togethers DREAM CALENDAR - December-January-February 1997 ================================================ NEWS ================================================ =============== 1996 PLANETARY DREAM-IN, DECEMBER 20TH - 21ST =================== As part of the discussion to form a World Dream Congress, ONIROS, a French dream-study association, proposed to organize a planetary dream each Winter Solstice, beginning in 1996 on 20-21 December. If you'd like to participate, here are the instructions: To succeed in inducing the 1996 "Planetary dream", participants are advised to follow the usual rules of dream incubation (intentionally inducing specific dream contents) : 1. During the day and before going to bed : getting deeply impregnated with the planetary dream's call. 2. Just before falling asleep : - immerse yourself into this Aboriginal painting, visual medium for the dream; - induce the dream with a sentence like : "Tonight I will dream of the Law". 3.When waking-up, write down your dream as accurately as possible whatever its contents. 4. Send the story of the dream as soon as possible, and before the end of the year : - by e-mail : oniros@club-internet.fr - or either by snail-mail : ONIROS, BP 30, 93451 Ile Saint-Denis,France. Design of the Planetary Dream -- All the dreams sent with names will be made available on the web as we receive them along, to make a special electronic report, the dreamlike world, the 20th 21st December 1996 issue. The "Planetary dream" will then be composed in two steps by a committee of judges belonging to the international dream related network (ASD, EASD, ONIROS, etc.) Following the rules of the contents analysis method, this committee's work will be : 1. In each dream to choose the dreamlike episode that best fits the induced subject. 2. For each dream to formulate the induced "Value/Law", whether implicit or explicit. 3. To summarize the "Values/Laws" collected. A first synthesis will be made out of dreams sent through e-mail, then released on Internet. The definitive composition -integrating dreams sent on paper too- will be published on Internet, and in the Oniros journal in the course of the first half-year 1997. N. B. - In order to give credibility to the "Planetary dream", the induced dreams should be sent with name, date, time, and complete address (real and/or electronic) . For more information, visit http://www.mnet.fr/freecyb/ONIROS/PLANETARY.HTM ======A LONG WINTER NIGHT'S DREAM ============== The Women's Dream Quest, created by the Reverend Dr. Lauren Artress, offers women the rare opportunity to spend the night in the sacred space of Grace Cathedral in San Francisco. The evening includes small and full group activities, singing, ritual and walking the labryrinth, a full-scale model of its twin in Chartres Cathedral, France. For more information on this event, to be held from Friday, 3 January 1997, 7:00 -m through Saturday, 4 January, 11:00 am, contact Veriditas, The Worldwide Labyrinth Project, 1100 California Street, San Francisco, CA 94108. Telephone 415-749-6356, or Fax 415-749-6457. =========NEW VERSION OF ALCHERA DREAM SOFTWARE AVAILABLE ==================================== A month after the first release, Harry Bosma now has a new version of Alchera ready at his homepage. Some of you may know this freeware program by the former name of Dream Guard the name was changed to Alchera, which is the Aboriginal word for the Dreamtime. Alchera does two things, it can store your dreams and it lets you work with characters and locations in dreams. The advantage of Alchera over a normal wordprocessor is that it gives you faster access to particular dreams. All dreams are listed by title and ordered by date and time. A webstyle search interface enables you to do quick searches. New to this public version of Alchera is the ability to work with characters and locations. You can add known characters and locations to their own lists, make notes about them and also code them according to the Hall/ Van de Castle scales. Coding known characters and locations will significantly reduce the work for coding individual dreams, because you only need to check which characters and locations appear in them. But unknown characters and locations can be coded easily too. As soon as you have coded your first dream, you can admire the results in a nice piegraph as well as in a bargraph that compares your results to those of the average male and female dreamer. Already in development is a facility to generate graphs on timeseries to make changes over time visible. He is also thinking about adding a few more scales and having Alchera code automatically.Take a look at Harry's homepage for more info and a few screencaptures: http://www.xs4all.nl/~hbosma/alchera/index.html =========== REVISED ANNOUNCEMENT -- DREAM STUDIES PROGRAM IN SANTA CRUZ, CALIFORNIA ==== Dream Studies Program at Twin Lakes College of the Healing Arts offers an in-depth training in dreamwork for both personal and professional applications. Our 200 hour program is designed as a progressive multi-level training that will prepare students to work professionally with dreams. Throughout the course, students will be engaged in the process of exploring their own dreams as a foundation for working with the dreams of others. Training is oriented towards Jungian based dreamwork, as well as recognizing the many ways in which various cultures utilize dreamwork as a valuable resource for physical recovery, emotional and mental balancing, as well as spiritual exploration and guidance. Our client centered model of training also attends to the issues of professional ethics and scope of practice. A Dream Studies Certificate will be awarded upon the successful completion of this program. The Dream Studies Program is for: personal exploration of dreams, people who want a professional practice in dreamwork, professionals who want to integrate dreamwork into another practice of the healing or educational arts - such as body work,counseling, acupuncture, hypnosis, teaching, aromatherapy, chiropractic, nursing, psychotherapy, and traditional western medicine. Begins with: Level 1: Personal Dreamwork, 10 Wednesdays 6:30 - 9:30pm Jan.22 - March 26 - also offered - Tues. 9:30 am - 12:30pm, Jan. 21 - March 25 Tuition: $255. Where: Twin Lakes College of the Healing Arts, 1210 Brommer St., Santa Cruz, CA 95062. (408) 476-2152. Call the office at (408) 476-2152 for brochure and complete information. ========RECALL ANY DREAM TELEPHONE SERVICE ==== On Dec.20th, Entratainment(tm), a telephone mind research service presented in the form of entertainment was launched. RecallAnyDream(tm) is the first application of Jonn Ireland's B.A. Honours thesis (University of Regina), which is a study on accessing the unconscious during wakefulness. A new technique has been developed that allows a person to recall/relive any dream and find their own meaning in a matter of minutes. This is an 800# and 900# service. however, there is an introductory special. Available for Canada, USA, and INT'L. For more information, visit: http://www.entratainment.com ==== A DREAM SHARING MEETING IN PARIS ==== >Soir‚e Rˆve au CyberZinc Dream Evening at CyberZinc > Qu'ils soient ordinaires, lucides, ou r‚p‚titifs, Whether they be ordinary, lucid or recurring >Venez jouer avec vos rˆves Come play with your dreams > Pour les raconter, d‚lirer et les comprendre ensemble. Retell, rave about and understand them together >Soir‚e organis‚e par Le Temps du Rˆve, Freecyb et Oniros. Evening organised by The Time of The Dream, Freecyn and Oniros. > Le 9 janvier … Montpellier January 9 at Montpellier >au Cyberzinc, 4, rue Bonnier D'Alco. 34000 Mtp (above is a street address MtPellier or some such is I think a suburb of Paris) >(cybercaf‚ entre la place de la pr‚fecture et la rue de l'universit‚). cybercafe between Prefecture Place and University street.. > Entr‚e Libre … condition d'ˆtre munis de quelques rˆves et cauchemars personnels ou vol‚s. Entry free on condition of renumeration in several personal or stolen dreams and nightmares.. > Un stand Freecyb est pr‚sent : publications sur le rˆve, le >chamanisme , les enth‚ogŠnes, les ‚tats modifi‚s de conscience, >diff‚rents modŠles de > mind et dream machines. There is a Freecyb stll: publications on the dream, shamanism,(entheogenes?), modifidied states of consciousness; different models of mind and dream machines. > Voici une s‚lection de liens autour du rˆve. Here is a a selection of links on the subject of the dream: > Oniros . … la Libre Donn‚e Dream Study to the Given Freedom... http://www.mnet.fr/freecyb/ONIROS/index.html (Victoria Quinton, Trans) =============================================== BOOK REVIEWS =============================================== Internet Dreams: Archetypes, Myths and Metaphors Mark Stefik ISBN 9-780262-193733 $24.95 Mark Stefik has written an intriguing new book, exploring the place where "ancient myths meet modern networks". Included is a whole chapter dealing with dreams on the internet, complete with a verbatim transcription of one of Jeremy Taylor's on-line dream groups. From the inside cover of the book jacket: "Carl Jung and others maintain that our dreams speak to us in terms of archetypes and symbols. These symbols are often universal, and they reveal much about our common humanity and how we see ourselves. these symbols also appear in our patternsof speech, reflecting in our choice of metaphor how we shape our understanding of things. The Internet, the emerging embodiment of the modern information infrastructure, is now entering our social consciousness. So what metaphors do we use in talking about it and thinking about it? The 'information superhighway' metaphor...gives only a limited sense of what the Internet is and what it could be. Mark Stefik explores some of the most provacative writings about the Internet to tease out the deeper metaphors and myths. He findsfour persistent metaphors -- digital library, electronic mail,electronic marketplace and digital world. These metaphors are based on ancient myths and archetypes that have influenced human thinking for thousands of years: keeper of knowledge (digital library), communicate or (electronic mail), trader (electronic marketplace), and adventurer (digital world). Recast in the setting of high technology, they are still powerful guides, capable of refreshing our sense of direction and purpose in creating the Internet." Archetypes & Strange Attractors: The Chaotic World of Symbols John R. Van Eenwyk (Olympia, WA) ISBN 0-919123-76-7. How can we deal with the chaos that inevitably infects our lives? Perhaps more to the point, shouldn't we strive to eliminate it? Isn't chaos a sign that things have gone terribly wrong? Not necessarily. Carl Jung believed that psychological development proceeds according to the influence of symbols in our lives. In stripping us of our old points of view so that growth can occur, symbols invariably feel chaotic. That's Jung's theory, but until recently there was little in the hard sciences to back him up. Now, with the advent of chaos theory, there is new support for his perspective. In accepting that chaos can be creative as well as destructive, we are challenged to revision our basic notions of psychic health and to enter into a new dialogue with the forces of change. JOHN R. VAN EENWYK, Ph.D., is a graduate of the C.G. Jung Institute in Chicago. He is a priest in the Episcopal Church and a clinical supervisor at the Medical School of the University of Washington. He has lectured internationally on the subject of this book and on the treatment of torture survivors. Review Provided by INNER CITY BOOKS -- Studies in Jungian Psychology by Jungian Analysts Box 1271, Station Q, Toronto, ON M4T 2P4, Canada Tel.: 416-927-0355 Fax: 416-924-1814 E-mail: icb@inforamp.net http://www.inforamp.net/~icb (text only) http://www.bookworld.com/innercity DreamScape: Personal Interactive Dream Analysis System Nicholas E. Heyneman ISBN 0-684-81917-1 $19.95 Like to try a unique new way of working with your dreams? Then check out Nicholas Heyneman's book, "Dreamscape", now including dreamworking software for both Macs and IBMs (Windows 3.1 and 95). The software package includes a dream journal and "dreamscape", an interpretive device allowing the dreamer to select primary dream components as a starting point for deeper work, rather than conclusively analyzing the dream. he book, while designed to work in conjunction with the software, can stand alone on its own merit as well. The material is organized on the basis of symbols, and these symbols are classified into broad categories of emotional and psychological experience which is practical, user-friendly and thought provoking. ================================================ RESEARCH and REQUESTS ================================================ ========DREAMS OF WINTER SOUGHT =============== Winter means different things to different people in different places. I am looking for stories of Winter Dreams to help me to write a dream sequence for my opera. Here's a little summary: Once or twice a year, savage blizzrds strike this part of the world (western Canada) dumping metres of snow, shutting down cities and often accompanied by strong winds and plummeting temperatures. It is not unusual to get stranded in a blizzard -- I've heard of people at dinner parties inside the city of Winnipeg not being able to leave for thirty hours! In rural areas, snow drifts quickly, covering roads and making travel impossible. Temperatures hover around -30C. Woe to the lonely traveller who is trying to drive the trans-Canada highway through this weather -- they are often people who come from more stable climates, and if they drive off the road in zero visibility, freezing to death becomes a realpossibility. Our dreamers are stranded in a blizzard at a roadside Husky Station; -- a lonely outpost on the highway, right in the middle of the treeless prairie. Normally this place functions as a coffee shop, convenience store, a bus depot, an emergency auto repair facility -- you get the picture. On nights when winter turns ugly, its sanctuary, with heat, food and stories of past horrors for the survivors that straggle in. Our dreamers are largely people from other places, passing through to get to Vancouver or Toronto, not thrilled at the prospect of being stuck in an outpost such as this. On the other hand, its a wonderful feeling to realize that you are stranded -- a strangely liberating feeling. As the evening progresses, they start to become resigned to their fate, and to let down their guards a little. Eventually, they fall asleep and start to dream.....If you'd like to share your winter dreams, send them to Bill Spornitz, spornitz@mbnet.mb.ca ============PSYCHIC DREAMERS NEEDED =========== Dreamers Needed for Psychic Dreaming Project -- I will have a test group of twenty people, possibly more. Dreamers will record dreams or dream fragments upon waking, and will then see if anything happens in their waking life which corresponds to their dreams. Contact Lori Makin-Byrd, makinbyrd@hotmail.com. ================================================ WEB SITE UPDATES ================================================ ======== LUCID DREAM PAINTINGS =============== Epic Dewfall has created a beautiful site blending images from his own dreams with his own poetry. As he says: "I get ideas for my paintings from lucid dreams. About once a month when I'm dreaming, I will realize I'm dreaming, and when I do, I then walk around in the dream looking at art on the walls. I usually find many paintings on every wall. By the time one of these lucid dreams ends, I usually have one or two good paintings memorized. I always recreate them in pastel on 12 by 18 inch paper. I've been doing this as a hobby since 1986. You can view about one third of my collection at my personal homepage" http://www.synapse.net/~lucid/ ======= DREAM-INSPIRED MANDALAS =============== Mandalas can be appreciated by the viewer as a work of art, or as a reflection of an inner process, and can be used by the creator as a tool for connecting with the dream in a right-brained, intuitive way. Bruce Jones has used his dreams as a source of inspiration in drawing exquisite mandalas, which you can view at his website: http://www.sunflower.org/~bruce4j/mandalas.htm ========= DREAM KEEPER, SAFE HAVEN ========== Dream Keeper describes itself as a "safe haven for dreamers", where you'll find dreams, poems, stories and dreamer's contributions to the collective whole. Http://members.aol.com/dreams4all/index.htm ============= DISCOVERY CHANNEL DREAMS ====== The Discovery Channel ran a 3-hour series on dreams a few years ago, and now they have a website which is designed as a teaching aide for school children, and includes information on Hopi Dreams. http://school.discovery.com/fall96/programs/powerofdreams-sa credsleep/ ============= DREAMGATE GETS A FACE LIFT ========== New Easier Access! DreamGate, the organization run by Richard Wilkerson to support communication in Cyberspace and long time contributor to bring dream groups and individuals online now has a easier front index to the projects and programs supported in Cyberspace and beyond. www.dreasmgate.com ================================================ ONLINE INTERACTIVE and REALTIME EVENTS ================================================ The Oneiro-Network's PowWow Gettogether Friday, January 10, 1997. At 8:00pm Pacific Standard Time. 0400 UTC/GMT. For more information, visit... http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/2357/events.html Or contact Rob Childress %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% The Oneiro-Network's IRC Get-together Monday, January 20, 1997. At 8:00pm Pacific Standard Time. 0400 UTC/GMT. On the Undernet, in channel #Oneiro-Network. For more information, visit... http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/2357/events.html Or contact Rob Childress %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Do you have an event you would like listed here? Send a message to Rob Childress Include the Date, Time, Name, Description, and Contact Information. ================================================ DREAM CALENDAR ================================================ 20-21 Dec Worldwide ========== Planetary Dream-in 1996. For more information, visit ONIROS' website at: http://www.mnet.fr/freecyb/ONIROS/PLANETARY.HTM or see the article above in Global Dreaming News. 09 Jan Paris ========= Dream Sharing at the Cyberzinc The Time of The Dream, Freecyn and Oniros sponsers. Montpellier: au Cyberzinc, 4, rue Bonnier D'Alco. 34000 Mtp cybercafe between Prefecture Place and University street http://www.mnet.fr/freecyb/ONIROS/index.html 10 Jan Cyberspace ========== Oneiro-Network's PowWow get-together, 8:00 pm PST, 0400UTC/GMT. 15 Jan USA: Portland, Oregon ========= 6-week course in Contemporary Dreamin Interpretation, Wednesday evenings. Taught by Gillian Holloway. For more information, contact Portland Community college, 503-414-2009 20 Jan Cyberspace ========== Oneiro-Network's IRC Get-together, 8:00 pm PST. 0400 UTC/GMT. 22 Jan-26 Mar USA: Santa Cruz, California ======== Dream studies program at Twin Lakes College of the Healing Arts. Level I: Personal Dreamwork, 10 weeks. Call the office at 408-476-2152 for more information. 24-26 Jan USA: Riverside, California ========== A workshop with Jeremy Taylor. Contact Joan at 909-686-1226 for more information. 28 Jan USA: Olympia, Washington ========= Dreamwork for Personal Growth. Facilitated by Gillian Holloway, Ph.D. To register, contact Evergreen College, 360-866-6000. 4 Feb to USA: Altamonte Springs, FL 11 Mar ==== The Spiritual Practice of Dreamwork Led by Jeanie Benedict Raffa and Mickey Bright Griffin, 6 Tuesday evenings at the Jung Center, 427 Whooping Loop, Suite 1881, Altamonte Springs, FL 32701. For more information call Mickey Griffin at 407-629-2083 9 Feb USA: Concord, Massachusetts ========= Monthly Dream Council, 7-9:30 pm, facilitated by Nancy Gazells. Call 508-369-2634 for more information. 28 Feb USA: Concord, Massachusetts ========== "The Hidden Gifts of Strangers: Using Dream Images of "The Other" to Move us Towards Wholeness." Presented by Nancy Gazells, 7:30-9:30 pm, at the Dreamwheel, 191 Sudbury Road in Concord, MA. 508/369-2634. qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp Djuna Barnes in Nightwood: Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact. qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp=qp ========================================================== ========================================================== == D R E A M S == ========================================================== ========================================================== DREAM SECTION INDEX =================== D R E A M S SECTION EDITORIAL BY BOB K. (For ED V3N11) Birth of Hope & New Beginnings FEEDBACK FROM THE DREAMERS -E-mail on Alt.Dreams and ELECTRIC DREAMS COMMENTARY ON DREAMS FROM PREVIOUS ISSUES From a Previous Dream: Bank Problem" by RE -a Poem: Guilt Deposits by Island Inspired by Dream "Bank Problem" by RE From a Previous Dream: "The Free Gift" by GD -a Poem: Charleston Chew by Island Inspired by Dream "The Free Gift" by GD NEW DREAMS PRECOGNITIVE/FUTURE DREAMS [Stories from past experiences, or send them in before it happens, if you can] **Island shares some older dreams, and how they related to current as well as later developments in her life.** **Dream: Buried Under Snow by Island (75.12.01)** ==Commentary by Island on Buried Under By Snow== **Dream: Farmer s Market on 14th Street by Island (87.09.12)** ==Dream Reflections a Decade Later by Island (9610xx)== **Dream: Dying Geishas by Island (88.02.10)** **Isis and Island share some thoughts on the relationship between Dreams and Waking Reality, and how they related to current as well as later developments in life.** ==E-mail 1 by Isis== ==Response by Island== ==E-mail 2 by Isis== REPETITIVE DREAMS [Significant by nature] DEFYING CLASSIFICATION [Your stumpers may not be so mysterious to others] ========================================== LINKS TO STAGES OF LIFE BIRTH [Starts] **Dream: Maggie s Dream by Maggie (961213)** ==Commentary by Brien (961215) on Maggie s Dream== ==Commentary by Rosalie on Maggie s Dream (961216)== ==Commentary by Narcissus (961216) on Maggie's Dream== CHILDHOOD [Early development] ADOLESCENCE [Maturing, testing] **Dream: SYLVIA AND SHIMMERY by D. S. (961217)** ADULTHOOD [The main event for most] **Dream: Jail Dream/Gestalted by Eugene Marks (961206)** ==Commentary by Eugene: GESTALTING MY DREAM== ==[Eugene shares some tips and lessons learned:] GESTALT DREAM WORK (FROM CLAUDIO NARANJO'S I AND THOU)== OLD AGE [Wisdom, Approaching the Journeys end] DEATH [Endings] **Dream "Grief" by A.M. Used (961119)** COMMUNICATION WITH THE DEAD [Beyond our terrestrial limits] ========================================== ========================================== ANIMALS [Basic Instincts] This month brings us spiders and water creatures: **Dream: Insects by Vince (961221)** Island Dream Series: Bathing in Fish Dreams/ Thoughts and Poems **Dream: Sizzled Fish by Island (79.10.28)** **Dream: It all begins with Taw by Island (80.06.08)** **Dream: Leviathan on 42nd Street by Island (80.12.09)** **Dream: QueenFisher by Island (81.10.20)** **Dream: Arrows of Misfortune by Island (82.03.06)** ==Commentary by Rosalie on Islands Fish Dreams & Response== AGGRESSION [By us or against us- crossing others paths] **Dream: They re Coming To Get Me by Vince(94????)** **Dream: Dino s Dreams and Inquiries by Dino (961124)** BATHROOMS [Maintenance, Cleansing and Elimination] BRIDGES [How we get across an obstacle or go from here to there] CELEBRITIES [The well known - famous and infamous] DISCOVERY [New insights and unexpected developments] DRUGS [Healing or Hurting?] EATING [Getting nourishment for maintenance, growth and pleasure] ESCAPE [Get me outta here!!!] **Dream "Fire" by Alissa (961204)** ==Commentary by Narcissus (961223) on "FIRE" by Alissa== **Dream: The Magical Little Man by MarkM (961224)** FEAR [What scares us] See Fire by Alissa in the ESCAPE section of this issue. FOOD [The source of our physical nourishment] -In many dreams we are preparing or eating the food (nutrition & energy), in some dreams we are dealing with growing the food as in this months: **Dream: Harvesting Granny's Garden by NRB (961220)** ==Commentary by Narcissus (961223) on Harvesting Granny's Garden== GIFTS [Offerings from others] HOBBIES [Our interests and desires]- COLLECTING THINGS HOSPITAL [A place for treatment, healing and repair] HOUSE [Where our lives take place] HOTELS [Temporary Dwelling or Special Event location] JOURNEYS [Missions away from our home base -explorations] LOST [Disorientation or abandonment] LOTTERY DREAMS [Sudden Wealth - Randomness favors the dreamer] NUDITY [What you see is what you get] PERFORMERS [Entertainers] POLITICAL SCENE [Public issues through positions of power] RELATIONSHIPS [Other parts of ourselves] RELIGIOUS RELATED [The Ritual and the Spiritual] SCHOOL THEMES [Learning and learnings trials] SOLUTIONS [The answers to problems or quandaries] TORNADOS [Pretty well defined destructive power of nature] TRAPPED [Temporarily helpless- Sometimes we are paralyzed or imprisoned by jobs, relationships or expectations] -See the JAIL DREAM by Eugene Marks in the ADULT Stage section. **Dream: Gnawed Knees (96.10.15) by Island** WORKPLACE [Where we make a living] WRITING & WRITERS [Communication and creativity] == == == == == == == == == == == == DEFYING CLASSIFICATION DREAM SERIES See ANIMALS sections for- ***Dream Series: Bathing in Fish Dreams/Thoughts and Poems by Island*** **Dream: Sizzled Fish by Island (79.10.28)** **Dream: It all begins with Taw by Island (80.06.08)** **Dream: Leviathan on 42nd Street by Island (80.12.09)** **Dream: QueenFisher by Island (81.10.20)** **Dream: Arrows of Misfortune by Island (82.03.06)** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** D R E A M S SECTION EDITORIAL BY BOB K. (For ED V3N11) Birth of Hope & New Beginnings Welcome to the Dreams Section of ELECTRIC DREAMS, Volume 3 Number 11. This month we come to you at Christmas-time when Christian religious ceremonies celebrate the birth of the savior, the beginning of salvation. It also coincides with the secular end of the calendar year period where the old man time worn out figure of the expiring year gives way to the fresh new innocent baby time of the new year. In commercial terms, it is the high season for many businesses as a relatively small period of time generates a disproportionate amount of revenue equivalent to many months during the rest of the year. It is a season of hope and a time of reflection as we review our achievements and think about our goals for the next year. We reflect on where our lives have brought us and where we want to go. We stop briefly to evaluate if we are forging a worthwhile path or riding with the proper tide. We wonder if the road we have taken is the right one, and how long we can continue without changing course. Where are our ideas and ideals leading us? Where is our attention focused on? Where is our energy directed to? In response to these concerns, some of our dreams come to our assistance. If we only listened more closely, there is much we could learn. Part of our mission at Electric Dreams is to sharpen those dream related skills, and we hope this issue will move us forward in that direction. This month we have some special features from Island including a Dream Series, Dream Comment exchange, Dream Creativity Poetry messages, A study in Dream Precognition of sorts, and a sharing of Dream related quotes. Thank you Island for taking the time to share your Dreamwork and Dreamplay with the Electric Dreams community. We also have a couple Dream Gestalt-work examples from Eugene Marks - working on his own dreams and sharing one of the powerful techniques for revealing messages embedded in dreams. Maggie s Dream generated a trio of comments within a day - a record of sorts, and an indication that it strikes a chord somewhere. Thanks again to those who freely share their dreams (which reminds me to remind you to check out Nutcracker s Dreams on the Electric Dreams Web Site), those Ed-Core members who contribute thought provoking commentary, to all our readers, and to the ED Staff specially Richard Wilkerson who has nourished Electric Dreams with love, care, and laborious effort to be the resource it is today. Hopefully the shared dreams help teach by example the universality of issues we deal with and we all learn a little more with each issue, and share a little more with those whose lives touch ours. In doing so we are expanding the realm of Dream Awareness and attention to those messages from that other mysterious dimension of ourselves we tap into every day and night. Not all categories have related dreams every month. Does a category trigger images and emotions from previous dreams? Tell us about them. Happy Holiday Season to all Dreamers, and Best Wishes for a prosperous and bountiful dream of a year. Bob Krumhansl =========================================================== FEEDBACK FROM THE DREAMERS Sub: ALT.DREAMS & ELECTRIC DREAMS From BobK to DG: I have just been scanning the Oct/Nov posts to ALT.DREAMS and notice that you have quite a few dreams. I haven't been following the newsgroup for around a year. Would you like to contribute any to the next issue? You might get comments from a different audience than ALT.DREAMS. Date: 96-11-24 19:40:05 EST From: DG To: BobK829887@aol.com I'm not really posting my dreams in an effort to get comments or interpretations. I don't mind getting them, but it's not why I'm posting to alt.dreams. (I'm not sure exactly why I am--probably just because I like reading other people's dreams, so I imagine someone else might like reading mine, and because it might encourage some other people to post theirs.) I'm not sure my interest in dreams is the same as that of most of the people who read Electric Dreams, so I'm probably not really the kind of person you want contributing. DG Date: 96-11-25 20:40:22 EST From: BobK829887 To: DG Thanks for your reply DG. The last issue just went to our main editor this Sunday. Have you ever seen one? Most contributors send dreams in for love of dreams just like your postings to alt.dreams. We are not commercial so there is no cost to readers or payment to contributors (yet anyway). The difference is that the audience is almost all highly "into" dreams (around 600 "subscribers"), and those that get commentary get high quality commentary- No guarantees though. It's neat reading the dreams which are organized into categories where possible, and learning from others insights and experiences. Don't feel that yours are not "good enough"! The issues are archived and freely available for the downloading from our Web site. Current issues are monthly. It started out as a 4 to 6 page biweekly around four years ago just sharing dreams, and has evolved into a dreamers toolkit of 60 to 100 pages on a monthly basis. We would love to include some of yours. The main difference is that you have a longer time lag in everyone seeing your dream, and there are no "Get Rich Quick" or smart-ass reply message threads to wade through. Unlike the newsgroup where messages scroll off into never-neverland, the issues live on. I think both forums are valid and have their place. We do have a Library of Congress registration and issues are being sent there also. If you still don't want to share your dreams with Electric Dreams, I will understand. I'll send you a copy of the latest issue as soon as it comes out in the next few days so you can see what we are and do. Thanks again. Bob K. ==================================================== COMMENTARY ON DREAMS FROM PREVIOUS ISSUES From a Dream: Bank Problem" by RE I was flying through Paris and had left myself just enough time between planes to settle a certain bank account problem. As I approached De Gaulle, however, I was no longer flying, but rather skateboarding very fast down a wide, deserted street. When I skated into De Gaulle, it was no longer an airport but rather a zoo. I lost the skateboard & walked through the zoo. Animals started coming up to me & trying to grab food out of my hands & out of my backpack. At first it was all fun & games. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I was feeding the animals & began to play with a koala, swinging him around in circles by his paws. But then the animals started to scratch & grab for the food. Somehow a baby tiny gorilla got caught in my backpack, scratching away all the while. I tried to pull him out gently, with a little help from the parent tiny gorilla, but when we finally got the baby out, his leg was hurt. The parent tiny gorilla scolded me for playing with the animals & giving them food. I knew he/she was right & I felt very sorry. So I got back on my skateboard & hurried to a nearby phone (pointed out to me by the parent tiny gorilla). I called 911 but they informed me that they did not handle animal emergencies. I called around to get the zoo emergency number, but no one could help me. Feeling very guilty about the plight of the tiny gorillas, I got back on my skateboard & hurried to take care of my bank problem. -Poem: Guilt Deposits by Island Inspired by Dream "Bank Problem" by RE Flying, skateboarding, walking between airports, a deserted street -- a zoo looms quite suddenly in Paris. Animals grab my burdens. Rewarded with food -- ambivalent at best -- I circle a koala bear in the air by its paws! Grabbing intensifies. They must be starving. My gorilla pa scolds me for I hurt that gorilla child all mingled with my burdens now, leg wounded while teasing him out. Numbers are no help for animals. An emergency now hangs in the air. Guilt deposits on my backpack -- My skateboard, once lost, now found, and I skate away, bent on caring for a Parisian bank account. Island ----------------------------------------------------- "The Free Gift" by GD I was out shopping for hair gel b/c I was in some sort of play and had to be able to get my hair out of my face -- sorta sticking up straight from my head, but it couldn't look stiff--it had to look natural. and I went to this hair gel store thing. it was huge-- all white inside with this big circular counter where the registers were. and the sales person told me they had just the thing and brought me this big bottle of yellowish liquid. I told him i'd take it and he said they were running a special and every one who bought something got a free gift. so he took me to the back part of the store where there was this tank like thing--all metal and circular with knobs and gadgets coming off it. it was also like 10ft off the ground. and he climbed a ladder and dunked a dixie cup in and came back down with it and handed it to me. in it was about 3 in of water and these eel things. they were only a couple of cms each and had ugly faces and sharp teeth. and I didn't know what to do with this, but I took it. then I went to the register to pay and he put my "gel' into like 4 paper bags and I kept telling him that I didn't need a bag and then he got all upset and stormed off. another sales person came to help but told me I was getting the wrong thing. she then dragged me all over the store looking for the right thing which we never found. but for my trouble I was entitled to another special gift. since I already had these evil eels (which I still wasn't sure what to do with) I tried to decline, but she insisted. she left me at the register and came back a couple of secs later with this lizard. i'm not sure how I knew it was a lizard, but I did -- it was totally smooth and kinda shiny white with black spots (holstein cow like spots) and it was shaped like, and she was carrying it like it was a koala bear--same face and body and feet shape except it wasn't fuzzy and it had a long sharp tail. it was also pretty big. I remember thinking that it was way bigger than max (my cat). and how were they going to get along? she put this lizard in what looked like a cross between max's little cat carrier and a mouse/gerbil cage--clear plastic, little water bottle etc. and it was pretty scrunched. and she handed me that and the original bottle of yellow liquid. and I was trying to juggle that and the eels. but I was thinking that maybe I could deal with the eels by feeding them to the lizard... but I got into my car and was somehow holding all this stuff on my lap. and it was really snowy and icy out and driving was more like skiing than driving--going back and forth across the road to slow myself down. and then I was going down this steep hill and at the bottom was this search party and so to slow myself down so I wouldn't hit them, I turned the car sideways. and I stopped at the bottom and there was this cop buried up to her shoulders in snow and ice and she was searching. somehow I'd gotten the impression that some child was stuck in the snow. and I asked the cop wasn't she cold and she said no, it was all part of her job or duty or whatever. and then this little girl, who was eating a candy bar-a Charleston chew, I think, one of the long ones-came over and told the cop to look to the left. apparently she had lost her doll. and so I started to drive home and I still hadn't figured out what to do with the eels or the lizard. -Poem: Charleston Chew by Island Inspired by Dream "The Free Gift" by GD Get your hair out of your eyes! Look natural! Play that role! Find gel! Freebies for the buyer of that vessel of yellow liquid...I'm sold. Four paper bags? Come on -- wh'dya take me for, an idiot? He storms away, and I must deal with these eels -- delivered in a Dixie cup dipped in a huge vat, high up on a ladder, he climbed, he climbed -- all that machinery on top -- Now here they are, ugly faces, sharp teeth, and all -- Go stuff yourself with your bags of paper -- I don't need them, just get me to the register on time. Don't tell me I don't have what I ve come for? Look natural! Play that part! Find gel! I'm dragged through the store, searching for gel -- for jail! But I never find it (thank who?) -- what is this? A consolation prize? Poor lizard (I guess?) Holstein or dalmation, unleashes a tail, I think of my cat, oh, no -- will they mix, but s/he's scrunched inside a house not quite the thing --What? You're handing me a vessel filled with yellow liquid? Again? Hey, come on! I can take a hint! Let me out of here! Purr myself in my car -- what to eat, who eats who? Lizard, eels, or cat? weaving in snow and on ice, from this road to that, must slow myself down -- you take the high ladder, I take the low road - and at bottom, searching -- now searching myself for the little girl, buried in snow to the shoulder, eating her Charleston chew She'd lost her doll but looking to the left I policed myself to find her -- rather, the little girl, she unstuck the cop, not cold -- but why? Duty, duty, duty, calls, calls -- Drive the road to home, all in confusion, what to do with the ills, the lizard's tale? Hair flowing now, no gel, au natural...Island NEW DREAMS PRECOGNITIVE/FUTURE DREAMS [Stories from past experiences, or send them in before it happens, if you can] **Island shares some older dreams, and how they related to current as well as later developments in her life.** **Dream: Buried Under Snow by Island (75.12.01)** Dreamed while taking an afternoon nap with Daniel that he and I are in the middle of a forest, all covered in snow. There is a bench. Standing near the bench, I think, are family, perhaps my parents. A doctor, perhaps, too? Dan sits on the bench, covered in chains. I kneel down next to him and spend considerable time freeing him from the chains until the skin on my hands is torn, and my hands are bleeding. When Dan is free, he walks away from me in the snow, and disappears. I call out to him many times, but he never turns around. I finally am buried under snow. Then I am lying on a bench for a long time, chained to it by invisible chains. I cannot move, and I cannot speak. Yet what I feel inside me are screams of anguish that I want to articulate. It is like torture that I experience over a very long period of time. A man, a doctor friend, walks up a stairway with me, then on a higher stair than my own, and says goodbye on friendly terms. The metal stairs are like those found in institutions of one kind or another. An body of people sit before me. I am being singled out for attention in some way. I have a huge smile on my face, seem beautiful, but behind the mask, no one sees the distorted, disfigured, face I possess: the face of a monster. I see it, as in a mirror. I realize that the face behind the mask is an accurate record of the pain and hardship experienced on life s path. I feel that my outward appearance betrays me. ==Commentary by Island on Buried Under Snow== This dream was dreamed when I was 27 years old. Prior to this many years had passed before I had recalled even one dream. I woke up from this dream, tears streaming down my face, and my husband of seven years asking me repeatedly what was the matter, what had I dreamed to have disturbed me so deeply? I remained strangely silent about it because characteristically I at that time had not had many private thoughts, sharing everything with him. I did not even record this dream at the time: but it was a dream I would never forget, and I had repeatedly gone over the dream in my mind detail by detail so that it remained committed to memory. Several years later, having moved to the "neutral zone," I wrote the dream down. When I dreamed the dream, several realizations struck me immediately. One was, the dream was profoundly important to me and my life. Two, the dream flung a door open to the future, and there it was before me. It was not a pleasant picture, either. I would go through much hardship. I did not know why I had this dream, but I knew deep in my bones that it was a dream I could not betray, for it was my destiny. But how it would evolve so, that I could not even begin to fathom. To explain how future events fulfilled the dream would be to write an autobiography, but the dream was fulfilled to the letter by 1986. In brief, my ex-husband, a Vietnam-Cambodian vet, was given to psychotic bouts of violent abuse. Following an evening where he went through the house and literally smashed to smithereens every piece of ceramic art I had made, and furniture I had spent months refinishing, followed by cutting the telephone wires and then the car wires, followed by an admission of a two-year affair, then a blow to the mouth, and promises to kill me, I woke up the next morning miraculously facing a dawn. I barely escaped with my life. Even after I moved out, he physically wrecked the apartment I moved into, and he left a note wrapped around a knife that said, even though I was not there at that time, I would be there the next. That week I moved to New York City alone. This was following seven years of my supporting him financially and emotionally until he had freed himself from the chains in the dream. This horrible night occurred several weeks following my having dreamed that dream. The other details of the dream were fulfilled in the years ahead. And then the phrase, "on a higher stair than my own," was fulfilled November 6th, 1994 when the good doctor referred to committed suicide. I had seen him last in 1989, a few years after he had singled me out at a teaching university to demonstrate to a student body a treatment plan. I had become very ill because of a bacteria which lived in my mouth that had so deteriorated, they claimed it was the mouth of an 80-year-old. I was 38 at the time. Everyone saw me with most my teeth removed during part of the treatment phase. Not until the fixed bridge was completed did I become "beautiful" again. The mask, of course, is the bridge. Remove the bridge and you have the face of a monster. There were other dreams to follow that continued to light a very dark path. Certainly other dreams as significant as this one, including a series of dreams with a repeated theme. But I share this one as being the most significant because it took me and my life by storm. And when the storm was over, everything in my life had changed. ---------------------------------------------------------- **Farmer s Market on 14th Street by Island (87.09.12)** Dream I am at the Farmer's Market on 14th Street and talking with this farmer at the close of day about some project, joint effort, that we're to do. It has to do with fresh produce and putting it into a word processor. There is a sense of hurry or rush or lack of time, and I have the fear I would not be able to get it done. Then I go to D'Agostino's. Someone, I think R__ M__, tells me to get herring fish with some kind of sauce. Sour creme? I am just about to forget as I am leaving but find the corner of the store after a little searching which sells fish. I am surprised because I have never seen this spot before. Several kinds of fish lay parallel in horizontal rows, and the herring is in the middle. I had never seen herring before and realize how little I know about fish. ==Dream Reflections a Decade Later by Island== Remember the day when I stumbled upon the Farmer's Market at 14th Street? Or Union Square. The Square was not dwarfed by the produce, booths, and trucks, all arranged in a semi- circle at the north end of the park. Trees towered above the incongruent street life below where city sophisticates mingled with farmers. Then a bit of sky before the high rises lopped off any further view, just beyond the market itself. And I -- farmer or sophisticate? Neither? Both? Either/or? How overwhelming it all was to me. Delirious with joy, I toured each booth ever so slowly, examining all fruits and vegetables displayed in the open air. Their colors, shapes, smells made me want to drown myself in the experience. I never wanted to leave this haven. Never wanted to go back and enclose myself in my apartment, a sardine among so many others. We were all strangers to each other, and yet there were times of amazing comraderie I knew I would rarely, if ever, find in any other city or town. My life was saved by another stranger who occupied the same building. And yet again, my life was spared by a stranger who held a knife to my throat. With a dramatic change of heart, he proclaimed, "I ll let you go. I ll let you go. But don t do anything foolish," as he pushed me inside an elevator while he ran outside. Those enlightening moments -- reminding me of Blanche s outburst in Streetcar -- sometimes there is God so suddenly -- kept me tethered to this city. Yet I had been so starved for a touch of home. Wide open skies with billowing clouds that I could name fantastically, a starry night, and rolling green pastures, with cows dotted here and there, chickens scratching in the dirt, or even hogs wallowing in the mud. Manure and hay. I wanted that desperately. Too I wanted to be bored for a long while. I wanted to drift, shorning myself of all striving. No more marches toward oblivion. Tired now and approaching forty, alone, I wanted the pattern of my life to change. Though I didn't grow up on a farm, my ancestors were all farmers. That all changed with my parents, except Daddy did row a home garden from time to time in the back yard. I ran to the city for a hiding place from an ex-husband s violent outbursts in response to a war where all he looked on was horrible, finding myself transplanted now for at least a decade, becoming more and more rooted here, dwarfed by buildings buried in concrete. Few trees thrived in colonies except in parks like the ones on 23rd, 14th and Gramercy. The tree whose roots reached up to my third story window had been recently cut down. But growing on the side of the East window was another tree whose leaves were gold one afternoon to the amazement of my weary eyes and depression-ridden body. I raced out to see if the setting sun actually caused an optical illusion, but not so. The illusion never again appeared. I decided it must have been a vision of some kind. Of course there was Central Park, but it was a good distance from my apartment, and I never made the time to go there. Sad to say, unless I was jogging around Gramercy and along the East River, I allowed myself to experience very little of nature. And then came along the demolition crew, and the run along the East River was not possible for years because of work on the East River Drive to accommodate the burgeoning streams of drivers. On the weekends I had no way outside of the city unless the rare chance occurred that someone included me in their plans, for which I was always ever grateful. In New York City, I was as dead, or dying, as I assumed the people I came in contact with to be. But here, on 14th Street, quaint farmers with various accents and independent ways pulled up in their trucks to unload their produce at the break of dawn. Ultra - sophisticated crowds milled about, scrutinizing everything before buying, while I with very little money to spare had to choose carefully just what to cart home with me. Chalking all discretion to the winds, remember how I would pack huge bags anyway and tote them home, not even minding how heavy they were, across Fifth, Madison, Park, Lexington, then up to 28th? I do not recall how many times over the years I actually made the trek before actually meeting Rob. Until that date with destiny, though, I secretly eyed the farmers, sidled up as close as I could without discovery to hear their long, relaxed conversations, and wondered, could that be my life? -- ignoring the very real and startling fact that some of their conversations whispered of the boredom, despair, and frustrations common to everyone. Here in the mid-eighties, with the discovery of the 14th Street Farmer's Market, it seemed possible that there were other areas just like that sprinkled throughout the city. The Farmer's Market filled me with hope and a feeling of life, raw life, blooming, flourishing in the midst of people s attitudes sometimes as canned and artificial as the food displayed on grocery shelves. Strangers who do not give the impression of ever feeling anything, seeming to feel rather indifferently about everything. No feeling, no values -- I ultimately decided, so upon what was each castle in the air being built? Turning to question my own values, instead of busy-bodily trying to discern the values of others, I began to ask myself, What am I really doing here in this dying city? Soon I realized, I am the arid desert, the stranger to myself. The city at that time was dying in pockets, like the Village. And, though not yet ubiquitous, through this pandemic I confronted my own face of death daily, it seemed, in the faces of loved ones. The years spanning 1986 to 1989 would become pivotal. In the Spring of '86, I suddenly abandoned a career I had cultivated for eight years, without caring what I did next. Events, like burning bushes, seized me. Rage turned outward to a longtime friend, R__ M__, the man who I dreamed a year later would suggest to me to buy herring at D Agostinos. The year before, October of 86, he was indifferently cruel to me. I felt betrayed and leashed out at him. Through the years I had experienced similar bouts of rage over the perceived cruelty of others, but the most I had ever done about it was to turn the pain inward, then live with it. I resigned my job on the spur after that episode. Another job turned up a few months later and, though only part-time, it gave me the breathing space I needed to explore just what I wanted to do with my life. My exploration began with renovating my apartment until it was in total shambles: like a female Samson (Agonistes? -- recalling Milton & the grocery store), I literally pulled the place down by any available rafter, then could hardly find an inch of order anywhere in my effort to change that ugly pattern of my life. All to no avail. Nothing changed. My desperation mounted while I lopped, chopped and, rather than remember -- dismembered. Late that summer, nearly a year following the dream, I began, I suppose, my joint effort with the farmer to feed produce into a word processor by way of transcribing the fructifying stories men told about themselves who were at risk for AIDS -- gay men who may or may not be alive before too many years had passed. The old blind Milton and misogynist who dictated his works, like Samson Agonistes, to his wife and daughter, recalls these gay men (though they were themselves not usually haters of women) whom I never saw as they told their stories. Those early interviews were absolutely electrifying to me, overthrowing all notion of gay as "effeminate," or "less than." Rather, what was being traced out for me were men who in the Jungian tradition and without even knowing it were caught up in the process of individuation. Coming out, coming through, in droves, claiming who they were and living it, despite all objections, all obstacles, all violation of others edicts as to what was morally right or wrong. Brilliant, talented, gifted men who showed more depth, more courage, and more love toward one another than just about any heterosexual man, or couple, I had ever encountered. Their shadow side, as well, was not to be believed because capable of and playing out any inconceivable inhumanity as well. Before me was splayed out in an Americanized version something reminiscent of the vastness of soul Dostoevsky wrote about in The Brothers Karamazov and was shocked to surprise to realize these nearly 300 men have much to teach humanity about the meaning of the word, humanity -- suddenly propelled from adolescence to adulthood. Then came another dream, sixteen months following my rage directed at R__M__. **Dream: Dying Geishas by Island (88.02.10)** Dream of R__ M__. First he is teaching me and then he is working with my legs; I think explaining away the pain I am actually experiencing. In the meantime he is doing this with the awareness of having survived World War III. Another city is involved as well. Some man, R__, in a cave? In the middle of the city that reeked of death. The feeling reminds me of a feeling in a movie I had seen about the dying geisha subculture. A feeling of total alienation, but more than that. Like being a pariah in that city. While sitting in the burnt out, abandoned cave, alone, R__ looks up. A bird suddenly brushes its wings against R__ lips, as if in a kiss. R__ thinks that it is very lovely and nice, but a freak of nature and not to be reexperienced. I realized that hope for him was dead. But I insist that the bird could fly by and brush its wings against his lips again. Herring -- the most preyed upon fish in the ocean. Would they be the most prayed for... So still in horizontal rows, caught by surprise, the fishes lie, her ring at the center of the bone yard. ---------------------------------------------------- Dream symbolism in "waking reality"? (E-mail 1) (961012) From: Isis Hello all, I am quite new to this list, but have had a lifetime interest in dreams, and have maintained a dream diary for the best part of eight years. During this time I have noticed that water plays a significant part in my dreams, including flash floods, tidal waves, rivers out of control, etc. These dreams usually correspond to times of emotional upheaval in my life. (This is pretty much a standard Jungian observation, is it not? Water=emotions.) This year there have been two occasions when I have felt completely overwhelmed, emotionally. One was the suicide death of a close friend, in January, and the other was the inter-state transfer of a close colleague at work. And this is where it gets interesting: on both occasions, these experiences were accompanied by REAL floods in my home town of Tamworth. Now, floods are not a usual occurrence in this town. In fact they are very rare. Have any other readers of this list had similar experiences, where the outer world has so perfectly corresponded to the inner? It was quite amazing, and also strangely comforting. Looking forward to hearing from you all, Isis. Response to Isis s question by Island: When I read the question posed by Isis, Have any other readers of this list had similar experiences, where the outer world has so perfectly corresponded to the inner? -- the old lump sat heavy in my throat -- I really didn't want to respond. Though my experiences were comforting, they are also quite bitter in retrospect to recall, but I had wondered from time to time when the question might eventually be posed? The question was preceded by a comment, This year there have been two occasions when I have felt completely overwhelmed, emotionally. One was the suicide death of a close friend, in January, and the other was the inter-state transfer of a close colleague at work. And this is where it gets interesting: on both occasions, these experiences were accompanied by REAL floods in my home town of Tamworth. Now, floods are not a usual occurrence in this town. In fact they are very rare. One of my experiences, where the outer world seemed to mirror the inner, back in 1988: I visited my brother, when we had the only real quarrel -- and it was a whale of a quarrel -- of our lifetime, just before I was to return home. I remember trying to patch up things, comforting him as we sat on his bed together, but the next morning, his anger hardened, and I left for the airport alone, without even a "goodbye." I remember waiting for the cab just before dawn, and the winds whipping around me, the leaves from trees falling, circling, and a cold, cold chill pierced me to the bone. I reflected then, "The very air feels so ominous -- I don't believe I have ever felt such an evil wind" -- surprising myself by the term, "evil." Once I returned home, I recalled often those strange moments where I stood alone, in the elements, awaiting a cab. Sixteen months later, my brother was murdered. I had not seen him since. Just this past October, I went home to visit my Mother as I had frequently done throughout her seven year protracted illness with multiple myeloma, discovered at the time of her son's -- my brother's -- murder. On that visit, 150 mile an hour winds -- a hurricane whose name I refuse to recall -- swept through the city, uprooting huge trees. While she sat huddled on the couch near the wall of glass allowing us to look out on the storm, I became mesmerized by those winds causing a row of trees in the back yard to bend their trunks in the storm, nearly crashing against the earth with each shifting wind, as if those winds contained the force of oceanic waves, now striking against giant boulders below. I remember feeling how it was almost as if these very trees were now animated, pleading with some strange, unknown God whose commands seemed issued from a vast distance, and their voices -- when I dared step out into the storm, the fury of voices battered and nearly drowned me. Stinging rain, debris, twigs and limbs flying through the night air -- confused, profound in their misery, startled from their quiet sanctuary of earth and grass, to be randomly uprooted, sacrificed to some unknown God, more fiercely powerful than I had ever imagined before, whose strident voice would not be silenced. I knew then that it would be the last time I saw my mother alive. It did seem fitting, considering what I had seen her live through -- for years she had braved a terrible storm. The growing awareness for me is that, after nearly two decades of recording my dreams, dreams are no longer so compartmentalized -- before, it was --there are my dreams, hiding over there in that dark corner, and here's my real life, lived during high noon. Now it's sometimes as if the dream world is rooted squarely in my earth, waiting to be uprooted by an oncoming storm. Sometimes I get blurry-eyed trying to distinguish the difference... Island *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Outer World Mirrors Inner (E-mail 2) (961017) From:Isis To: Island Island, Great post! Yes, these type of experiences can be a bit unsettling, but, as I noted, they are also curiously comforting.( Not sure why - perhaps it's confirmation that all this dream work is worth it??) Have you read the book "The Waking Dream" by Ray Grasse? Quest Books. ISBN 0-8356-0749-?6. It deals with these very subjects. I can't recommend this book highly enough. It is *great*. I am also finding that my "waking life" and my dreams are beginning to "mesh" more. I've kept a dream diary for eight years now. I've found that the reverse is true also: sometimes I can actually predict what my dream content will be on a given night/s simply by analyzing my emotional state for that day. Of course, it doesn't always work out. But often enough ... Anyway, it's all very interesting, isn't it? Bye! Isis --------------------------------------------------- REPETITIVE DREAMS [Significant by nature] DEFYING CLASSIFICATION [Your stumpers may not be so mysterious to others] ========================================== LINKS TO STAGES OF LIFE BIRTH [Starts] **Dream: Maggie s Dream by Maggie (961213)** To Bob, in Electric Dreams. (and the first time I've posted) This is a dream which has haunted me for a long time. It isn't recurring but something about the dream itself seemed so significant that I can recall it clearly even though I dreamed it some years ago. I am walking along a tow path with my lover. I am aware that I have a husband, who is extremely jealous, at home and so I feel oppressed by both time and conscience all the way through the dream. It is evening time, quickly moving towards night, and I know my husband will begin to suspect I am not just out shopping... I am carrying a baby, and I have by the hand a second, older child. We are somehow enticed by the lover figure, who walks on in front. At some point we pause by the water and watch the reflection of the moon in the water. We begin to throw stones at the reflection, disrupting the calm of the water - it's a kind of game. There's an atmosphere of fun for a while, and then it turns serious. During this time I have handed the baby to my lover, presumably to have both hands free for the stones. Suddenly, he calls: Watch! And then he throws the baby on to the moon's reflection instead of a stone. I watch in panic and horror as the baby sinks. Now I know I'm done for, I think... No one jumps in to attempt to save the baby - there's a feeling of the impossibility of finding it, the water is so black and the place itself dark with a sense of hopelessness. The dream ends soon after this point, still in the vicinity of the tow path, with a confused mixture of anger and horror and doom and terror. The lover figure is totally unrepentant and uncaring. I wake up, and some of the emotions in the dream stay with me for a long time, even though they bear no resemblance to my life at present, or in the past. Maggie ==Commentary by Brien (961215) on Maggies Dream== This dream seems to suggest a natural progression and/or a quest for equilibrium. If it were my dream I would wonder what it was that I have found myself 'between'. The lover and husband. The baby and older child. Unconscience and conscience. Dark water and bright moon. Playfulness turned to serious. Thinking and feeling. Did I 'throw a new idea' into the still unconscience to break the monoutony? Was there a 'new idea' that 'would not float'? Or did I give the responsibility of this 'new idea' to some 'other' only to have them use it in some way that caused the early 'death' of it. Being in the middle...that s were I would start my journey or maybe that s were all journeys begin and end, in the middle, knowing love but feeling the sting of betrayal, giving birth and knowing death is always at hand, having freedom and being bound by choice. I would have to disagree with you Maggie, I think it bears a great deal of resemblance to your life, after all, it is your dream. Brien ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ==Commentary by Rosalie on Maggies Dream (961216)== Hello Maggie, What an absolutely wonderful archetypal dream. Perhaps it bears no resemblance to your present life, but it bears resemblance to the life of every psyche everywhere. It is not only an archetypal dream, it is a mythological dream. If you keep this dream alive in your imagination, I am sure that at one point, its meaning will be perfectly clear to you. Keep it "like a picture of the wall of your living room" to look at again and again throughout your life. > >This is a dream which has haunted me for a long time. It isn't recurring but something about the dream itself seemed so significant that I can recall it clearly even though I dreamed it some years ago. >I am walking along a tow path with my lover. I am aware that I have a husband, who is extremely jealous, at home and so I feel oppressed by both time and conscience all the way through the dream. It is evening time, quickly moving towards night, and I know my husband will begin to suspect I am not just out shopping... If this were my dream I would suspect that even though at present my husband is my whole life, i.e. I have invested all my dreams, loves, hopes etc in this relationship, there is a far greater love that calls me onward, and that my husband is only one expression of that love and call to love. > >I am carrying a baby, and I have by the hand a second, older child. We are somehow enticed by the lover figure, who walks on in front. At some point we pause by the water and watch the reflection of the moon in the water. We begin to throw stones at the reflection, disrupting the calm of the water - it's a kind of game. Again, if this were my dream, I would ask myself, "who are these children?" Are they biological children, or are they children of my own creativity?" If this were my dream, I would ask, "what does it mean that the Moon energies that have to do cycles, with darkness, with fertility (as opposed to Sun energies with have to do with pure spirit, intellectual pursuits, linear thinking)are disturbing the waters of my clear, calm , peaceful, emotional life. > There's an atmosphere of fun for a while, and then it turns serious. During this time I have handed the baby to my lover, presumably to have both hands free for the stones. Suddenly, he calls: Watch! And then he throws the baby on to the moon's reflection instead of a stone. I watch in panic and horror as the baby sinks. Now I know I'm done for, I think... No one jumps in to attempt to save the baby - there's a feeling of the impossibility of finding it, the water is so black and the place itself dark with a sense of hopelessness. The lover who entices is also the lover who kills. Eros and Thanatos are two sides of the same coin. The ground of our being is love, but is also a killing ground. What is most awesome is also most fearful. If this were my dream, I would allow my imagination to feed on this image so that when I find myself caught between fear and awe, between attraction and repulsion, between abandonment and horror, I would have the strength to live the tension and negotiate a middle ground between the two. Peace and calm me be safe, but it is also deadening. Living to the full involves great risk and conflict, but in the end, it is the only way to be truly alive. > >The dream ends soon after this point, still in the vicinity of the tow path, with a confused mixture of anger and horror and doom and terror. The lover figure is totally unrepentant and uncaring. > >I wake up, and some of the emotions in the dream stay with me for a long time, even though they bear no resemblance to my life at present,,or in the past. > >Maggie Thank you Maggie for this dream. I was a real gift to me and it has helped remind me how I prefer the security of safe ground to the turmoil of the tow path of love which guides and goads me toward creativity or destruction. Only if I am brave and take charge will the fear and guilt, the anger and horror subside and become transformed into inner strength and a sense of purpose. Rosalie > ==Commentary by Narcissus (961216) on Maggie's Dream== What a powerful dream! Since the dreamer states that the dream bears no resemblance to present or past life, let's move immediately into the metaphorical level. > I am walking along a tow path with my lover. I am aware that I have a husband, who is extremely jealous, at home and so I feel oppressed by both time and conscience all the way through the dream. It is evening time, quickly moving towards night, and I know my husband will begin to suspect I am not just out shopping... I'm presuming here that the dreamer doesn't have a husband or a lover. If the dreamer has no literal "husband," then I'd immediate look to her father or to God as being the metaphorical "husband." In this sense, I'm looking at the husband as the man to whom I'm obligated, the man who sets the rules, the man I love(loved). So where does the lover fit in this? Well, let's give an example. Let's say that daddy thought I should grow up to be a physician, but my first love has always been music. I feel guilty whenever I'm playing my music because I'm not following the life-path set for me by my "husband." > I am carrying a baby, and I have by the hand a second, older child. We are somehow enticed by the lover figure, who walks on in in front. I note w/ interest that we're walking on the tow path and I'm being towed (enticed) by my lover. >At some point we pause by the water and watch the reflection of the moon in the water. We begin to throw stones at the reflection, disrupting the calm of the water - it's a kind of game. There's an atmosphere of fun for a while, and then it turns serious. During this time I have > handed the baby to my lover, presumably to have both hands free for the stones. Suddenly, he calls: Watch! And then he throws the baby on to the moon's reflection instead of a stone. I watch in panic and horror as the baby sinks. Now I know I'm done for, I think... No one jumps in to attempt to save the baby - there's a feeling of the impossibility of finding it, the water is so black and the place itself dark with a sense of hopelessness. In my dream the baby was fathered by the husband. It's the more recent consequence of my relationship w/ the husband. The lover, jealous, recognizing my bondage to the husband, tosses the baby into the water of my emotions. This is a very, very powerful and disturbing image. In my dream it's a wake up call to observe my spiritual life. While to have this experience in waking life would be an unremitting horror, in dream life the images can have very different meanings. I would try to experience the dream from the perspective of the baby. How does s/he feel about being thrown in the water? How does it feel to sink into the water? The moon is often a symbol of the feminine; water, of emotions and the unconscious. Somehow what I've created w/ my masculine side is being given back to a reflection of the feminine. The dream ends soon after this point, still in the vicinity of the tow path, with a confused mixture of anger and horror and doom and terror. The lover figure is totally unrepentant and uncaring. If the lover is really a guide and really cares for the dreamer, then at some level the lover knows that throwing the baby in the water was the "right" thing to do. Try to experience the dream from the perspective of the lover to know what motivates him. Once again, while the literal drowning of a child is unforgivable, in the dream, the "child" is a product of my imagination. The lover may know that some product of my imagination has to die if I am going to continue in my spiritual growth. Or, conversely, the lesson may be that I cannot blindly follow the lover because he will kill what I love. I hope these thoughts are of use to you. I can be reached at Koteen@erols.com if you want to discuss the dream further. Narcissus CHILDHOOD [Early development] ADOLESCENCE [Maturing, testing] **Dream: SYLVIA AND SHIMMERY by D. S. (961217)** The night time sky filled with clouds as a young, sandy blonde haired girl sat on a huge, Wedgwood blue and white striped couch in her small living room. It was ten p.m. and she was getting tired. Her mom and dad had went out to dinner and a movie, it was their first night out and her first night alone. It had been a long time since her parents had spent an evening alone together. She was old enough now to stay by herself, I don't need a baby-sitter. I'm twelve years old and that is too old to need someone else. They trusted her to be alone and she was so proud that she had gotten her way this time. All the lights were off except for the glow of the television, it was perfect. The movie just started getting interesting. She started to lie down and as she did she pulled the white sunflower cozy throw around her. I'll just lay here and get comfortable. CRASH! She awoke with a start. What was that, she thought as her heart raced and struggled to breathe. She got up slowly from the couch, still clutching her blanket she peered around the room. She walked slowly, cautiously around the room to the bedroom where she thought the noise had originated. She turned on the hall light so that she could see. Nothing. She walked to her bedroom door, turning the brass handle knob slowly, the door opened. She reached to turn on her bedroom light but a glow was coming from her back wall. What is that? It's orange and yellow, and ... She watched silently as the big white wall faded into nothing. It disappeared and left a view of a bright and sunny countryside. There were green hills and brown valleys with a stream crossing as if someone had painted a picture. There was a small town to the left that had white smoke billowing over it. She walked into this new place slowly, trying to figure out if this was a dream, however, the grass was real. It was wet with fresh morning dew and it squished when she walked on it. She walked to the small creek and began following it. The creek rippled and splashed as it turned the corner of the riverbed. Large tree branches filled with bright green and yellow leaves casted a shaded sky over her head. The bushes were a strange shade of purple. I haven't seen purple bushes before. Poking her head through a particularly tall purple bush, she looked straight into a pair of eyes shining a bright blue-green swirl. "Oh, my! she exclaimed under her breath. "Who and what are you?" She blurted. "I am Shimmery," he puffed, as a cloud of white smoke billowed from his oversized nostrils and hovered like a halo over his huge golden head. "Who might you be?" "I am Sssylvia",. She answered staring at his huge eyes. "I was in my house when all of a sudden I was here. I think I am lost." "You shouldn't be frightened because I can help you find your way home. I am a Stargazer dragon. I am from the House of Golden Kindred. I can read the stars." He stated matter-of-factly. "I can help you find your way home. Tell me, where do you live?" "Well, its kind of hard to describe. I don't think I am in the right city or town. I am from Chicago, Illinois. Where are we?" She asked looking concerned. "We are currently in Straw Valley Providence. I am sure we can locate this Chicago. I've never heard of it but I will check out my maps." Sylvia followed the golden dragon until they reached a mountain with a chain of trees surrounding the mountain like a necklace. A big yellow leafed tree partially blocked a hole in the mountain, this was an entrance. "This is my home, please come in," Shimmery invited as he gestured toward the cave. Sylvia hesitated a moment and realized that she was better off with a friend than alone and followed him into the cave. The cave opened up into a long tunnel. The wall was lined with a row of burning candles to light the way. The glow casted shadows that made the cave appear grand. Sylvia followed Shimmery down the corridor until it opened into a huge cavern. The walls were decorated with colorful curtains that cascaded down to the floor. In the middle of this room was ten huge chairs sitting around a large walnut table, a huge throne like chair filled with lots of pillows sat at the head of the table. A royal blue rug was the only decoration on the floor. "Oh, my! " Sally whispered as she stared at the room. This looks just like my dining room at home. "This is grand, Shimmery." "Well, Thank you." He swung around and eased into the throne to look at Sylvia. "Do you want to sit down? I'll look at my maps if you are ready." Shimmery reached up into the air and pulled a large sheet down from the ceiling. It was his maps. Sylvia walked over to the chair nearest Shimmery and sat down. She followed the dragon's huge finger as he traced around the figures, stars, and planets on the map. "Aha! I think I may have found a way for you to get home. "You really think so!" She exclaimed smiling. "We will have to go back to your origin of transportation." "Huh?" "Where you first came here. We can find your way back home, there." Shimmery put his maps away and started gathering some supplies. "You might need some food for this trip. I would hate for you to get hungry." He filled the bag with small cornbread cakes and a small blue bottle of water. "There, I think this will help if you need it." "Thanks, I hope I won't need any of it." Sylvia took the bag offered by the dragon and tied it around her waist. They left the warm cave and headed back the way they had traveled. It didn't take them long to find the river. They followed it downstream towards the purple bushes. Neither one talked. They just concentrated on the terrain. "Here, we are. I remember this green and yellow tree." She informed Shimmery. "Great! I am happy you have found a familiar landmark. Now, let me get set up." Shimmery settled into a stooping position. He slowly eased his large frame onto the damp grass. He set his head on top of his two hands and stared. Sylvia, curious of the dragon's actions settled beside him into the same position. She laid her head on her hands too. She soon became very sleepy. The fresh air and the sounds of birds chirping seemed to lull her to sleep. CRASH! She awoke with a start. What was that? "Oh, Hi honey. We're sorry. We didn't mean to wake you." Her mom's high pitched voice stated. Mom and dad were standing in the hallway, dripping water everywhere. "You must have slept right through the thunder storm. Weren't you scared?" "I didn't even know it was raining," Sylvia sat up from the couch and looked around. She ran over and grabbed her mom around the waist and gave her a big hug. "I'm so glad that we're home." Her mom, brow furrowed looked down at her, "What do you mean we're? Are you okay? Did something happen?" "Mom, I'm fine now. Nothing, really happened." "Oh, honey. I'm so glad that you are growing up." "Yeah mom. I'm so grown up." ADULTHOOD [The main event for most] **Dream: Jail Dream/gestalted by Eugene Marks (961206)** Dear Bob, Thanks again for letting me share some of my dreams with you folks last month. Here's another dream that I've had recently and have gestalted. I'd like to share it on Electric Dreams this coming issue. It will give folks a tool by which they can better understand their own dreams. (see attached file) Also, I have comments that I'd like to share, either on Electric Dreams or else directly with Facts, the person who dreamt the dream called Gifts in the latest issue. Perhaps I should do both. What do you suggest? Eugene == Subj: Re: Gestalting a Dream Date: 96-12-07 02:05:42 EST From: BobK829887 To: Eugene Marks Thanks again Eugene. Education and networking are two of the areas we thought ED could help with and you are contributing on both fronts, along with creative insight from your unique journey in the world of waking reality. We haven't had a Gestalt approach article or commentary for a while, so it's also timely. I'll contact Facts about the one on one. Most folks not only don't mind, but are thrilled about sharing and exchanging at a deeper level. However, there are some who don't mind posting to ALT.DREAMS under their E-mail address which lists their name, or spill their guts about self, family, friends, and work on a web page, but are shy or afraid about sharing in ED. Go figure. If you decide to share a portion or all of your exchange to be with ED, I think it would be great. When the issue came out on a more frequent basis there was more give and take, but on this monthly cycle the immediacy issue takes a big hit. The dreamwheels are a good alternative to joining in on a small group for a limited amount of time from anywhere on the net. Great for cold winter nights. I've got your site targeted for some surfing tomorrow! By the way, I ve enjoyed your comments on ALT.DREAMS. I've been primarily a lurker for the past year and a half after spending quite a bit of time and effort there. It really seems to ebb and flow, with dedicated seekers and bearers of dream wisdom and dream knowledge drifting in and out, and themes continually repeating as newcomers are energized by the great DREAM conversation. ... Bob K. =========================================================== **EUGENE'S JAIL DREAM** I'm in jail for the weekend, from Friday till sometime Sunday. I'm here as a special case and am not being treated like the other prisoners. I even have my own mattress, a king sized one, which they bring down each night and put in the cell for me. The second night, I find the cell returned to its usual state, with three small cots crowded into it. I ask the jailors, and they tell me that I'll have to share the cell tonight and that my mattress is safe upstairs. Some woman who works here asks me if I've called parole yet about probation. I have to do so before I can get out. Up till now, I've been relaxed, but now I'm speeded up, worried about getting out of here on time. I'm unclear as to how to get in touch with parole. I try all the public phones that are here, but none of them can connect me with parole. I ask the folks who work here for help too, once asking a young woman, an art therapist. I finally find out how but haven't contacted them by the time I wake up, needing to take a leak. I go back to sleep now, and I'm back in the jail. I have a plate in my hands now with a sweet roll on it. I'm looking for a place to sit down and eat it. I'm hesitant to sit with the workers on their break in the coffee room. I'm not a worker. I'm a prisoner. I see a woman who works here start to get up from the table. Her shift must be over. I feel okay about taking her seat now, although I'm waiting until I'm sure she's gone before I finally sit down. ==Commentary by Eugene: GESTALTING MY DREAM== For me, the main aspect of Gestalt work is giving each of the elements of my dream a voice. I also look for unfinished situations and conflicts. I try to understand too how my dream is a relevant and meaningful picture of my present life situation. Usually when I've done all this, when I've listened fully to my dream, it has become crystal clear and illuminating. I'm Eugene's jail. I'm like the one he was in when he was young and crazy and in the Air Force. I don't quite know how to relate to him, what with him bringing his own mattress and all. My job is to hold him, to contain him, to keep him from busting loose before he's ready. He may think he's ready. The I Ching may think he's ready. I don't know though. Maybe he is ready, or will be soon, but that's up to the folks in parole. I'm Eugene's weekend. I'm usually a time to relax and enjoy life, a time to bust loose, at least temporarily. Eugene is certainly spending me in an odd way. Maybe his work with dreams on the web is too important for him to be here in the jail during the week. Maybe he has to come now. Maybe I am the appropriate time for him to be here. I'm Eugene as a special case. I'm not a criminal. I'm not here for punishment or to keep myself away from society. I've put myself here for containment, so that I'll have time to reflect before I bust loose again. Sometimes in my past, I haven't looked before I've leapt. I'm Eugene's mattress. I'm the one that he sleeps upon at home with his wife Aspen. I'm their marriage bed. I'm all their shared love and lust. I'm glad he takes me with him when he goes off alone to jail. I'm glad he stays connected to all that I mean. I'm Eugene's cell the first night. I house Eugene in privacy, offering him space to be himself. I'm much like his bedroom at home, the sleeping part anyway. The only things missing are Aspen and the cats--and all the loving touch. I'm Eugene's cell the second night. I'm similar to that cell he was held in, when he was in the military in New Mexico back in the fifties. I usually house two or three men at once. For Eugene, I'm like being in the military all over again . I'm especially like boot camp, with everyone's bed and being crowded together into one small space. I'm the woman who tells Eugene that he has to contact parole before he can leave here and go on with his life. He seems to be taking this a bit lightly, not bothering to learn the rules. He seems well intentioned though. After all, he did put himself here. We're the parole folks. We're here to see if a prisoner or special case is ready to be released. He should have a way to support himself, a place to stay, and someone to help him restart his life. We're waiting for Eugene's call. It's up to him to find us. The main thing that concerns us about Eugene is that he works all the time, writing and helping folks with their dreams and their lives, but makes no money from it and has found no other way of earning a living. It'll be interesting to see what he comes up with. We're the public phones. We hook people up to other people and services. We can't really help Eugene now because his problem and his solution have no public, that is collective, solution. His solution has to be unique, coming from his center, deep within himself. I'm the art therapist in the jail. I'm a young woman, much like Eugene's daughter Ariana, who sometimes gets him into drawing while they're sharing dreams. By encouraging folks to draw and paint and sculpt, I'm encouraging them to give free expression, without conscious thought, to the feelings and images that are laying beneath the surface of their consciousness. Eugene has all the answers within himself. Whenever he draws or paints, he always learns something new about himself. I'm Eugene's plate. He uses me to put his food upon, whatever he want to take in that will nourish and sustain his life. I have a sweet roll upon me now, dessert, a bit of sweetness that he deserves. I'm the coffee room. I'm a place where workers can come to relax after working hard. I'm that bit of the weekend that can exist within the jail called work. The right to relax within me has to be earned. I'm only for those who work here. Any one else is just a guest, a special case. I'm work. I'm what people do in order to earn the money to pay someone else for what they need. For Eugene, I involve selling his time and his ability to stay always in the flow for money. I also involve being able to put food on his plate. I'm the feeling of being one down. I'm the feeling people that have when they think that others are better or deserve better than they. I'm the feeling that comes when a person can't support himself. (The I Ching describes it thus: "If, owing to weakness of spirit, a man cannot support himself, a feeling of uneasiness comes over him; this is because in shirking the proper way of obtaining a living, he accepts support as a favor from those in higher place. This is unworthy, for he is deviating from his true nature. Kept up indefinitely, this course leads to misfortune." (Hexagram 27, line 2, Providing Nourishment)) That's the misfortune of needing to go directly to jail, without even passing Go and collecting the two hundred dollars. On the other hand, I'm the act of Eugene taking his place at the workers' table. I'm what happens when he finally realizes that he has to accept whatever honest work comes his way. I'm the feeling that he'll have then, as he sits down, that's he's part of all the folks out there, working to keep it all going. There is an unfinished element in my dream. I still do need to contact parole and accept probation. I know how to do so now, at least within my dream, but I still need to do it. I think contacting parole has to do with the closing scene of my dream, in the workers' coffee room. Probation has to do with me being a worker myself, with earning my own living, doing whatever I need to do in order to feel good about sitting down to eat with the other folks. My dream is certainly an accurate picture of my present existence. I don't need to continue in my present precarious financial situation. I just need to accept probation, which, for me, means accepting whatever work is offered. From my earlier dream of peace, prosperity, and busting loose (see above), I know I'm going to make it. Eventually, I'm going to be able to do exactly what I want to do and still support myself. I am not like the other prisoners here. I'm not going to be a wage slave for long. I am a special case. I've put myself in the jail. I'm holding myself back from busting loose, afraid still that I'll fail if I do. I just need to find a way to support myself here and now, so I can feel free in the workers' relaxation room. Several days after having this dream, an old friend turned me onto a job where she works. She cooks for fifty or so kids at the Buddhist Preschool here in Boulder. The guy who had been cleaning the school retired. Would I take the job? I said yes. I've actually been working there for two weeks now. I don't mind cleaning up after the kids, although I certainly wouldn't like cleaning up after adults. In a sense, this job is my probation. By accepting it, I'm showing that I can contain myself, that I can accept a structure to my life. I can accept having to be somewhere at a certain time and doing something I wouldn't ordinarily do except for the money. I'm still going to bust loose soon. [Eugene shares some tips and lessons learned:] GESTALT DREAM WORK (FROM CLAUDIO NARANJO'S I AND THOU) When you wake up in the morning, write down the dream with the greatest possible detail. Look in the dream for unfinished situations or anything that you have been avoiding and finish the story in the spirit of not avoiding. Say the dream aloud as if the action in it were actually happening in the present and be aware of yourself and what you are feeling while you do so: e.g., is the intonation of your voice compatible with the reactions you are reporting? What is your breathing doing? etc. Go over your dream once more, still in the present tense and contemplate it as a picture of your existence: Does it make sense? List the elements in the dream: human characters, animals, objects, elements of nature (wind, earthquake, fire, etc.) Act out the completed dream story from the point of view of yourself in it, placing special emphasis on the avoided situation (falling, dying, being caught, etc.) Play each of the other elements, give them a voice and let them speak for themselves and of their wants ("I am a hard rock, a very old rock polished by the centuries." I am the wind, powerful, free, invisible, uprooted." etc) Look for the pairs of opposites and engage them in encounter. In doing this, you may want to write down a sketch and then play it to the best of your dramatic ability. While giving words to your characters, (including yourself) do not just make up situations, but try to impersonate them, enter the situation and honestly express your reactions in each role. While doing all this, be aware! Did you get the message, your dream's message, your message, yourself? OLD AGE [Wisdom, Approaching the Journeys end] DEATH [Endings] **Dream "Grief" by A.M. Used (961119)** It was a summer day. The sun was shining and a gentle breeze was blowing. I was in a house staring out through an open door at the scene playing out before me. I looked, mainly out of curiosity, but felt embarrassed in doing so, not unlike a child peeking out from behind it's mother's skirt. What I was looking at was a dead man lying on a table in the middle of a field (though I don't recall the table, it may have been invisible). The picture I got from my perspective was a man lying on a table amid blue skies, white fluffy clouds floating aimlessly by and a newly mown wheat field. The sun beat down on the dead man, but he appeared to me to be floating on cool blue ice. Taking a closer look I see a hay wagon next to him with all of his friends on it who have come to pay their last respects. One by one they get off of the wagon and leave, until the man is left there, alone. Back in the house I am brought back to my own reality. This is a house of death. My own (baby) brother lay on a table, dead, before me. He is just a shadow of his former self and looks more like the child he used to be rather than the thirty-five year old man he was. He is now shorter by at least two feet and weighs less than a hundred pounds. As I stand there frozen in the moment, a tall, thin man in a dark suit enters the room; my room. He walks to the other side of the room and starts banging his head against the wall. Then he lets out a cry so piercing, so heart wrenching, you'd think someone had stuck a knife into you. Shocked, I stumbled backwards, caught up in his grief now as well as my own. I put my hands out behind me reaching for something to hold onto. I start to sob, that first cry of loss, the kind that leaves you gasping for air with face contorted, as your world comes crashing down around you. After what seems an eternity, I literally pound myself in the chest with my fist as I struggle to breathe. The man is still wailing when a woman enters and tells him he's disturbing the others. She leads him away. I look at my brother. He looks like a mummy, wrapped in a sheet with his face exposed. After regaining my composure, I pull my brother across the table to me by pulling on a loose corner of the sheet. He almost looks like he's been prepared for a Hindu burial ceremony, although I believe they burn their dead. As I pull his body across the table I marvel at how light he is, like a small child. Well, rather than wait for someone to come help me with him, I begin by myself to put him in a body bag. As I do this I see his dress pants lying over the back of a chair. I pick them up. His wallet and some dollar bills are peeking out of the pockets. I cry as I put his belongings into my purse. COMMUNICATION WITH THE DEAD [Beyond our terrestrial limits] ========================================== ========================================== ANIMALS [Basic instincts] This month brings us spiders and water creatures- enter the menagerie: **Dream: Insects by Vince (961221)** From Vince, I dreamt following the other day : I'm in a forest and see a stone, euh dunno how to say it (me maternal language is Dutch, anyway i'll try). The stone, right. I see a stone baptismal font. I walk to it and see clear water. Under water are grey fatbodied spiders, and they are fast. I go closer the spiders shoot out and crawl under the tree leaves on the ground towards me. I can't see the spiders but I do see the traces they make under the tree leaves. All heading towards me. When they get close enough I wake up. What does this mean ? I'm afraid of spiders but I always let them live, I let the m live in the house to kill the mosquitos and flies. Anyway funny. Vince -------------------------------------------------- Island Dream Series: Bathing In Fish Dreams Some time ago I brought together a slim series of dreams I had had through the years where the image, fish, was a part of the dream. I brooded over this dream sequence at length and am not done brooding. In the process I discovered I could take as short, or as long, as I like, for try as I might to interpret them, I did not understand them. Brooding over them appealed to me immensely because I also realized I had formed the habit of becoming somewhat of a "bather" once I had had a dream and reflected upon it. That is a term Dickens applies to guests he called "bathers" who were invited to a party inĂ Our Mutual Friend. They just bathed through the sea of people, dipping here and there, without authentically relating to one another. And so I had done the same with most dreams dreamt. Trying my best to squeeze some meaning from the dreams themselves, the first dream seemed especially enigmatic, and I found myself returning to it time and again. Realizing I could write extensively on that one dream alone, yet without coming any closer to an "aha" experience, one day I sat down and engaged in intense dialogue, not with the dream images, but with the dream maker, for lack of a better word, but dream presence might suffice. I had a deep conversation with the whole of the dream, and not its many parts, and wrote that conversation down. Even I still do not fully grasp what I mean by conversing with the dream presence, but the poem that was birthed actually convinced me that getting to the guts of a dream is difficult, but rewarding, work. I again attempted to go through a similar process with two more dreams from that sequence. I had the conversations within the last year, though the three dreams were dreamed around 15 years ago. **Sizzled Fish by Island (79.10.28)** Dream of the Scottish moorlands, or something similar. Virgil Smith lives alone in a mystic house that overlooks the land. He is approaching death and knows it yet is accepting of it. He tells me of earlier, happier times. I pull out a wine bottle with dark, red wine. He explains he made the wine himself from grapes years ago. He pours me a glass, but takes none for himself. When I finish my first glass, he pours me another and again refuses to partake. He tells me of catching fish and frying them on an open fire. A maid or serving lady hired to care for him is pressing him to marry her, and he is considering it with reservation. He isn't sure if she is after his land holdings or if she really loves him. Why pour a glass of wine yet not drink? Your death is close at hand, or has passed, like the luminous cloud of mist I see rising beyond the horizon when soon breaks a deluge. The wine is dark, dark red. So inviting, I drink. You have offered me a full portion. Not once, but twice. I do not understand. Why do you not drink the wine of the grapes you pressed years ago with the bare, calloused soles of your feet? Is your death close at hand, or has passed? You catch fish for us to eat. Spawned in a wine dark sea. Bake them on an open fire. Hearts desire in flames, I eat, my heart flung on a pyre. And eat until I have had my fill. You press me to marry you. I am the grapes pressed for the wine poured red, red in a crystal glass. I drink alone, and drink myself dry. I hang from the vines of myself. Am I your serving lady, or maid? Or is it your land I m after? You ask yourself, not once, but twice. No. I whisper, but am not heard. I am the bare earth, catching each drop as it spills from your wine glass filled to the brim into the wine dark sea of myself. **Dream: It all begins with Taw by Island (80.06.08)** Dream that Mother, Daddy, the kids and myself go grocery shopping. When we first enter the store, it is like a mad scramble for we go off in several directions. I believe I comment at the onset on an item to get off the counter but am ignored. Mother and I stop at a fish counter. Mother is on the side opposite to myself so is highly visible. We scrutinize seven fish very carefully and for a long time. At least three appear short, but bulging on each side as if they have a lot of meat on them. Two are very long and lean, almost flat in appearance. I do not recall about the other two. We discuss purchasing them and eating them. Following the meal, we wrapped them as leftovers and store them. We have arrived. My father, my mother, my brothers. Did it not take some doing? First comes the meeting of minds. Next the birthings. Last the mending of nets with the awl so we will not slip through before our time is done under stranger suns, haunting moons. All so different. Is that not strange, since family? The precise word is, immediate -- not distant, a galaxy or stare. Is that not fitting in an instant age? So instant, so immediate, comes death... Yet we arrive with such enthusiasm for life s multitude of choices that we scatter ourselves: so many marbles rolled onto linoleum bright and shiny that a family could eat upon it. It all begins with Taw. Next the mad scramble. What to purchase? Who would know so early that the counter itself is valuable? Not things sitting shiny upon it. How I wish to count every moment as precious! I am ignored. Mother and I shop, our steps growing more tentative as we steal time to reflect upon a school of fish, caught in the net, glistening on the fish counter. Seven arrest us: two flat like disks, long and lean; two bulging -- fat and juicy. Three remain in shadow. Shall we buy, shall we eat seven fish? So much time passes on the counter considering what to be done. We talk about buying, we talk about eating and, after, the remains are wrapped for storage to be digested later. What becomes of our human remains? Do fish eat us in the process? I, lives yet to ponder, deaths yet to undo me further, remain unschooled; undone. **Dream: Leviathan on 42nd Street by Island (80.12.09)** Dream I am with mother. I have been to the 42nd Street fish market and purchased a huge fish. I am real excited about preparing it to eat. It has been baking in the oven for some time and is becoming almost over baked. I ask them if they have been to the fishmarket and they have to think real hard about it, so I know they must not have. On the top of a kitchen shelf is a huge bin of a red tomato sauce that would have been thrown away. Suddenly I realize that the almost over baked fish is going to be cooked in that red sauce. I tell mother. She objects. I respond, "How do you know how it will turn out?" and go on with my plans. Bought Leviathan on 42nd Street. Mother was with me. What a surprise. Bought a whale of a lifetime, watching peep shows and winos, bleary-eyed from too much drink. Pimps in their suits looking fit to kill: Whoring around, redheaded Sheila beckons on every street corner, her skintight leggings begging for the slaughter of soul before a lifetime of curses, rip roaring tide drunks have had their fill, then rolled... Leviathan sinks: Raging, terrified, spews out Armegeddon from the deeps. Waters do not contain her and so an Island debunks that myth of Paradise -- Four children and parents on 42nd Street. Will you buy Leviathan? Will you possess her now? They return from the blackness of the whale's belly, without reply -- do not enter the market to barter their share -- a curse on all their houses! Four children plus Mother and Daddy. Too much heat applied! Too much heat! Fires, rapes, beatings, infamy, murder, paralysis -- no air, no air -- recriminations and tears fall everywhere. Leviathan shrinks, now diced up for consumption: no life's blood flows through her, oh! slow bake my inner oven knows no thermostat nor time. I go forth, Mother's objections duly noted, I go forth, brazen, a red sluice, blood so thin, bones so brittle, meat so dry, so dry. Go forth to life anyway, the nightshade variety -- shelved in a bin? Love's apple squeezed to the pulp, advertised, canonized, embraced, adopted by all, though objections are raised -- not torn curtains or a show of hands -- because a poisonous brew erodes Leviathan -- now divvied out, made mincement, then eaten in tiny bite sized pieces -- whale's flyting, a fishhook and net, yet I am so curious then, how will it go? Those waves of death? **Dream: QueenFisher by Island (81.10.20)** Dreamed but recall few details. I see a mother and daughter go on stage, and in the middle of their act, or perhaps as their finale, I see them both metamorphosize into two beautiful fish. The fish are most colorful, with large faces. The lighting is flawless. A sense of gold and deep turquoise. Each swim in the atmosphere in a sort of dance with their heads and arms only, like Egyptians. One, I think the mother, is higher than the other. It is a wonderful spectacle. Like the QueenFisher she froze having rent stage and sky. Makes her entrance some time before, rises and falls to meet some moment but does not know why. Above the various schools of fish, buried beneath wooden planks, concrete and dung, frozen beneath a deeper ice as yet uncut by a jeweller's tongue she sings for her worshippers, while the waters sweep round her, relinquishing her melody, to wind around fish, throat and placenta -- The ore spills from her fins having thrashed the air onto a hard wood floor. An umbilical cord protrudes from a navel that will not turn in. Only there is reality, but she would not remain. Out of her element, cushioned by the air she kneads, gills aerating her through space, as she ascends, higher higher, caught in a web still being spun by Three Fates -- spun, measured, and cut -- whose destiny is handless. The Mother of someone, spellbound, does her quiescent dance, gills barely moving, now forms arms of the cross, or Shiva, as Mary looks on. In that moment, rising below her for all to see her progeny, one daughter, now wearing her mask. I do not know what is behind that twisted, toothless smile. Soon the Mother will die as Death is an impatient watchman. But they are beautiful, the two. Gold and turquoise sprout from heads and handless arms. Moon-faced tears drift through air, birthing dandelions below. Would they dive to the source and thrive, then dive again to deeper terrain. But Mother and daughter, no matter how beautiful, or rare, are cold blooded fish; do not feel their own tears at all. **Dream: Arrows of Misfortune (82.03.06)** Dream I am on a ship looking out into water and have successfully finished a kind of target practice in the water. Now the real test comes. A beautifully multicolored school of fish surface; however, they are a disguise for Indians who have used the fish as masks. I draw my bows and arrow and proceed to shoot but do not kill the fish and miss the mark. My ship glides smoothly over the waters So safe am I aboard Waters so clear, so calm, so deep I dare not dive, I dare not leap for I would drown, drown, I know -- sinking deeper into a watery abyss that knows no bounds, where no one has been -- not to those depths below Surrounded am I by multicolored fishes -- oh, look, they surface, ocean's delight! My ship, she enjoys what she sees. Elusive the fish, rainbows school us, guiding me towards waters tumultuous. Colors promise, then deliver me to an ocean of despair, raging waters below. Who could know? I raise my bow and arrow: before my heart grew weary, could not hold fast to dreams of peace, of gladness for nothing is what it seems. My right arm draws back, yet I cannot loose the arrow, cannot let it sing in flight: those Indians with their masks emerging, ominous, enticing, they mock me: I want to cry out,"Just Who Are You?" but dare not. Island ==Commentary by Rosalie on Islands Fish Dreams & Response== These are E-mails received from Rosalie on the fish dreams submitted. She asked for comments on how I experienced the writing of this (E-mail). I stayed up all night writing about it, posted it to Rosalie and the Electric Dreams staff, then later, when I tried to locate the file, I learned I had lost it altogether. The reason for that being I had been doing my work outside on the patio on the MAC, then converted the file, I thought, and housed it on my DOS hard drive, deleting it from the MAC. Obviously I never converted nor ended up housing it. I mean by conversing with the dream presence, but the poem that was birthed actually convinced me that getting to the guts of a dream is difficult, but rewarding, work. Can you also say a little bit about how you experienced the writing of this, i.e. did you feel immensely enriched by working with the image of these three dreams and putting them into poetry? Did your fears/apprehensions about death change? Did your feeling about life change? Do you feel transformed somehow because of this work! Or anything else that you may wish to share. I hope you do not mind, but I will keep your posting for future reference as it has much to teach me. Rosalie (E-mail 2) Date:96-10-06 Thank you for your enlightening posting on Dreams and creativity. It has inspired me to dig up a couple of old dreams that are about ritual and transformation and do some dialogue work with them. I noted that you were taking a poetry class at some time. I also find that reading poetry and doing dream work go well together. Of course, the great poets already knew that! You wrote: , Do you feel transformed somehow because of this work! -- >certainly. But at the same time, I also feel I am slowing, but surely, coming home. To change and to come back where we first started, and know the place for the first time! That is what I like about dream work. It is not about change as orchestrated by those who think we *should* constantly change and grow, but rather it is about change which brings us home to what is best (and buried) within ourselves. As Hillman so aptly points out, "Dreams are for imagination, not for interpretation). You have demonstrated this very well in your two postings. Thanks! Rosalie > >Yes, the process was immensely enriching. I just hope I can repeat it with other dreams... > > > > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart. . . >>Rainier Maria Rilke >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> AGGRESSION [By us or against us- crossing others paths] **Dream: They Are Coming To Get Me by Vince(94XXXX)** Another dream I had a couple of years ago (yes I still remember) I dreamt that following : I see a shinny pistol and someone wants to kill me. He takes a silver bullet, heats it up with a flame and then shoots me, I wake up. What do you think, I need a shrink ? Vince **Dream: Dino s Dreams and Inquiries by Dino (961124)** >Hello! > >I'm glad to have found your e-zine and web site! I've been interested in dreams for about 1 year now. My interest started when I basically stopped dreaming. I guess I took my dreams for granted before that. I cant >understand why it happened, and/or is still happening. I'd appreciate it if you could E-mail me (or let me know where I can find) some information on the stages of sleep, and matters which may cause someone to generally slow down on the number of dreams they experience. > >The dreams I occasionally have are of a very violent nature and involve people who I know. Often they are attacking me, or hurting me in some other way. > >I've been suffering from some insomnia too. > >Lastly, I'd love to be able to have conscious dreams and try to take control of one, just for the experience. I've heard it is possible and was wondering if there was an inexpensive way to do it. > >Thank you very much in advance and have a nice day! > >Dino M BATHROOMS [Maintenance- Cleansing and Elimination] BRIDGES [How we get across an obstacle or go from here to there] CELEBRITIES [The well-known both famous and infamous] DISCOVERY [New insights and unexpected developments] DRUGS [Healing or Hurting?] EATING [Getting nourishment for maintenance, growth and pleasure] ESCAPE [Get me out of here!!!] **Dream "Fire" by Alissa (961204)** My little daughter penny and I are on a visit to a farm. I leave her with the family while I walk in the fields. I come to a large garbage can near fences. I keep walking. I look back and see that a flame has come out of the can, the wind whips is, suddenly it ignites the fence and spreads along the fences to the house. I see the old farm buildings in flames and people running. I race back toward the farmhouse looking for Penny. I see one child after another - there are many children in the farm family - but I do not see Penny. Then I see her still on the porch, bobbling up and down and realize she s on a little pointed wooden rocking horse. She looks tiny and vaguely troubled, no understanding what is happening. That end of the building is not on fire yet. I yell to her and race to pick her up and run with her to safety. The woman is herding her children along, lovingly cheering them up, encouraging them to be brave and string, to walk briskly, as we all take to the road to get away from the fire. The buildings go up in flames. Carrying the youngest in her arms, the woman is slim, dark haired, string, courageous, dauntless -- a young "Mother Courage". Her appearance is a cross between a Margaret Bourke- While foto farm mother, and a college girl in worn ragged clothes that she wears with grace. (a very real, specific, intelligent, energetic, resourceful woman -- all in very real color and full of emotion) ==Commentary by Narcissus (961223) on "FIRE" by Alissa== I will keep my commentary short. In my dream, the fire is my anger. No matter how much I love my daughter, there a still times when she angers me, still times I long for the freedom of my own maidenhood. Yet these desires are so unwomanly, so unmotherly that I quickly dismiss them from my consciousness (throw them in the garbage) and return to the duties of motherhood. The missing child in my dream is not just my daughter, but the child I was. I'm having trouble finding her in the midst of all my responsibilities. "Mother Courage" is the mother I wish to be. It's the best of me. How wonderful that she lives w/in me waiting to be realized. The youngest she carries in her arms is also me. I can rest in her arms when I need to replenish myself w/ her strength. Narcissus **Dream: The Magical Little Man by MarkM (961224)** I had a dream that a magical little man came and visited me. I knew that to attract him, I was to go to the window and call out his name, but I can't remember now what the name was. My dad told me how to call the little man (the implication was that Dad had summoned him as a child). Dad said he would fly in the open window, and you would ask him to make one wish come true. Some wishes he could make come true, but some he could not. When I called the magical little man, a lot of my family members were around, including Dad and one of my sisters. I whispered my wish in the little man's ear -- could he please make the criminals stop tormenting me? I said I wasn't sure if he could do it or not -- and he agreed it would be tough to do. The implication was that he was powerful, but not that powerful. Later, I was alone in my dream. I called out the little man's name again, and he came to see me. He seemed puzzled and asked why I called him again. I didn't have a request for him this time but told him I just wanted to see him and would call him again from time to time, once a week or once a month, so we could talk. He seemed impatient. We walked outside into kind of a bombed-out dreamscape and talked a little about his training and about how he was responsible for the people in this one area. Finally, I gently shook his tiny hand, and he flew off. I felt very alone. That was the end of the dream. --------------------- (It really bothers me that I can't remember the little man's name. He definitely had a name in the dream.) Mark FEAR [What scares us] See Fire by Alissa in the ESCAPE section of this issue. FOOD [The source of our physical nourishment] -In many dreams we are preparing or eating the food (nutrition & energy), in some dreams we are dealing with growing the food: **Dream: Harvesting Granny's Garden by NRB (961220)** I was sitting outdoors in a little garden. Granny's Garden. Vegetables, fruits, flowers. I was sitting at a little table, typing something which I had written. A story? Many pages. When I finished typing, I got the idea to weed the garden, which I did. It was muddy. I think I was barefoot and didn't mind the mud. There was a huge eggplant growing there. I thought, "Since I'm weeding this garden, I might as well pick the eggplant and the other ripe vegetables." It was *my* garden. I was about to do that when I woke up. ==Commentary by Narcissus (961223) on Harvesting Granny's Garden== Another opportunity for Freud to have a field day! I see a lot of sexual and creative energy in my version of this dream. > I was sitting outdoors in a little garden. Granny's Garden. Vegetables, fruits, flowers. I was sitting at a little table, typing something which I had written. A story? Many pages. I'm sitting in a place of fertility, creating the story of my life. I'm in the place of my ancestors. > When I finished typing, I got the idea to weed the garden, which I did. It was muddy. I think I was barefoot and didn't mind the mud. As Hillman points out, mud in dreams is often associated w/ fecal matter, which in turn is associated w/ personal productivity. This fertilizer is what we produce. We came from the mud and will return to the mud. Weeding is an interesting symbol in this context. In my dream, the profusion of life has called for me to remove unwanted growth. In my natural state, I don't mind the dirty work. > There was a huge eggplant growing there. I thought, "Since I'm weeding this garden, I might as well pick the eggplant and the other ripe vegetables." It was *my* garden. I was about to do that when I woke up. I love the dreamer's ownership of the garden. I've now inherited it from Granny. To me the eggplant is a masculine symbol. It could be grandpa, or it could be grandma's masculine side, or it could be - and probably is - both. I'm ready to pick, to harvest, what's nourishing in the garden of my ancestory when I wake up. Why did I choose this moment to stop? What do I fear will happen when I harvest the garden? How will it affect my story? This is a wonderful dream. Thanks for sharing it. If you want to discuss it further, I can be reached at koteen@erols.com Narcissus GIFTS [Offerings to or from others] HOBBIES [Our interests and desires] - COLLECTING THINGS HOSPITAL [A place for treatment, healing and repair] HOUSE [Where our lives take place, our bodies, aspects of ourselves] HOTELS [Temporary dwelling or Special Event location] JOURNEYS [Missions away from our home base- explorations] LOST [I don t know where I am or where to go] See SYLVIA AND SHIMMERY by D.S in the ADOLESCENCE section LOTTERY DREAMS [Sudden Wealth - Randomness favors the dreamer] NUDITY [What you see is what you get] PERFORMERS [Entertainers] POLITICAL SCENE [Public issues through positions of power] RELATIONSHIPS [Other parts of ourselves] RELIGIOUS RELATED [The Ritual and the Spiritual] SCHOOL THEMES [Teachers and Tests, Remembering &Learning] SOLUTIONS [The answers to problems or quandaries] TORNADOS [Pretty well defined destructive power of nature] TRAPPED [Temporarily helpless- Sometimes we are paralyzed or imprisoned by jobs, relationships or expectations] -See the JAIL DREAM by Eugene Marks in the ADULT Stage section. **Dream: Gnawed Knees (96.10.15) by Island** Dreamed vividly a nightmare with a positive ending. I am in a house owned by a man, in his fifties or sixties. To the back of the house is a shopping mall. In the mall there is a store at the end that sells computer & related books. The front of the house leads onto a busy highway, but a high wall separates a row of houses from that highway. My sense is the people that mill about are indifferent to the pleas of others, or would otherwise distort any call for help. Two other women, plus myself, are visitors. I have brought a few items with me, including a hardbound book of Yeats, but what I have brought seems really rather incidental. I assume that we are going to eat dinner soon, and he gives me no indication that this is not so, until a horrendous scene unfolds. I stumble upon what happens after the fact. He has raped and begun to deliver huge bruises and tears to the knees of especially one woman with his teeth. Sort of a menage de trois, and they are both most unwilling victims. Never once did it occur to me that I am in some way going to be included in this scenario, but the sinking feeling that registers in the pit of my stomach -- the feeling of being trapped, helpless, in a situation where innocent women are brutalized before my very eyes -- just drives me wild in my mind, though nothing about my demeanor betrays that. Neither is it clear to me what this man intends my role to be -- why am I there -- nor why I am left unscathed. So I go on with business as usual, and ask his permission to go to the computer store because I need to purchase something there: what, I don't know. I also ask when we are to eat, and he indicates we will eat soon. Both of the women are prostrate on the floor, tangled up together, barely able to speak. But the hour falls after 9 pm, and I realize there is no way this man is going to allow me to leave his house. Then there comes the moment when he accidentally leaves himself open to attack. I had already discarded the idea of suddenly running out of the front of the house and screaming to the top of my lungs for help because, in my mind, as I imagine the outcome, the scenario of the indifference of his neighbors becomes clear. So I gave a slight signal to the two of them, as if now is our chance, and I dive into his physical body, pinning him against the floor. They are fairly passive, and I see immediately that I am going to have to apply all my physical force to "arrest" this man. But they muster enough courage to bind his arms, while I with my teeth tear into his chin until he bleeds. I surprise myself with that action, but I want to convey to him that I mean business and, too, I am filled with a sense of terrible injustice. The man is brought to justice and sentenced, perhaps even given the death penalty. Some years later, I am in a room of a home, and I'm looking around the rather luxurious surroundings. The two women involved in this earlier event were both there. Apparently we remain good friends through the years. One of the women has a son about six years old by her side and seems quite content. The other woman seems fully recovered as well. I decide to go revisit the home of this man. I note in my visit that absolutely nothing has changed. Even everything that had been brought into the house that terrible night remains, left behind, including the hardbound book of Yeats I had brought years earlier, a fact that annoys me but that I am most willing to have happened, considering the outcome. The feelings I experience of actually walking through that house are most complicated and cannot be described, but I feel the unchanged scene to be very fitting, that nothing would change inside that house: a frozen moment in time. WORKPLACE [Where we make a living] WRITING & WRITERS [Communication and Creativity] Check out Harvesting Grannys Garden for a Writers Garden dream under the FOOD listing. == == == == == == == == == == == == DEFYING CLASSIFICATION DREAM SERIES See ***Dream Series: Bathing in Fish Dreams/Thoughts and Poems by Island*** under the ANIMALS section. ======================================================== ------------------------------------------------------ Sub: Favorite Dream Related Quotes by Island ============================================== ------------------------------------------------------ More thought-provoking DREAM RELATED QUOTES from Island ** Here are a few writers and thinkers remarks about dreams in their works. I have cited the actual work where known. If anyone has other quotations to share, I would certainly love to see them. They are a reminder to me that the creative mind is the dreaming and remembering mind. My favorite one is Arthur Miller in After the Fall. Arthur Miller in After the Fall: I dreamed I had a child, and even in the dream I saw it was my life,and it was an idiot, and I ran away. But it always crept on to my lap again, clutched at my clothes. Until I thought, if I could kiss it, whatever in it is my own, perhaps I could sleep. And I bent to its broken face, and it was horrible . . . but I kissed it. I think one must finally take one's life in one's arms. Alfred Lord Tennyson: Maybe the wildest dreams are but the needful preludes of the truth. Lord Byron in The Dream: Sleep hath its own world, // And a wide realm of wild reality. // And dreams in their development have breath, // And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. H.D. Thoreau: Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream-world into reality. Bob Dylan, quoted in Robert Shelton, No Direction Home: I am against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay. DH Lawrence: I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams. Goethe: These whimsical pictures, inasmuch as they originate from us, may well have an analogy with our whole life and fate. Marcel Proust in Remembrance of Things Past: If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time. Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The Language of the Dream/Night is contrary to that of Waking/the day. It is a language of Images and Sensations, the various dialects of which are far less different from each other, than the various Day- Languages of Nations. Tennessee Williams in Camino Real: You said, "They're harmless dreamers and they're loved by the people." "What," I asked you, "is harmless about a dreamer, and what," I asked you, "is harmless about the love of the people? Revolution only needs good dreamers who remember their dreams." Umberto Eco in The Name of the Rose: A dream is a scripture, and many scriptures are nothing but dreams. Djuna Barnes in Nightwood: Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact. August Strindberg in A Madman's Defense: I dream, therefore I exist. Virginia Woolf in A Room of One's Own: Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top. George Orwell in Coming up for Air: In every one of those little stucco boxes there's some poor bastard who's never free except when he's fast asleep and dreaming that he's got the boss down the bottom of a well and is bunging lumps of coal at him. WH Auden: Learn from your dreams what you lack. ----------------------------------------------------- To all Electric Dreamers and those whose life are touched by them - Feliz Navidad and Happy New Year! See you in 1997. ED Volume 4 looms on the horizon! 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