September Dreams 2001
Here are the compiled
Dreams Of September In the year 2K1 |
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** Forever Tears occured before the September 11 disaster in New York City. It kind of makes more sense now...as far as the title goes and the feelings involved in the dream. As far as the text goes...I have to stand by the rest of my interpretation, since essentially, the information is for me and not necessarily the masses. Also, I want to say that it is very disconcerting to have so many dreams referencing Osama and Afghanistan because that is not what my life is about...but when I go to sleep, all I get are these repeats. I don't like the fact that my dreams are using 'popular' news to get to me while I am asleep....it makes it seem like there should be some information hidden for a global perspective for anyone out there trying to sort out what is happening in our world...but these dreams do not...they only send messages that represent something specific to me. I wish I could say it was different but I have never seen anything in my dreams to indicate that I might actually be seeing something going on in the real world. The dreams to the left are In alpha order. They may or may not represent the total of remembered dreams from this month. The time it takes to scour notebooks will tell. You can scroll down through all of the dreams, or select a dream from the list. When your done reading the dream Hit the Back To Top link to return to the list and select another dream.
By all means if you have any commentary on any of these dreams, don't hesitate to send me an e-mail about them. Be sure to get the dream month and name of the dream in the e-mail so I can reference your comments. |
| Forever Tears |
September 7, 2001 |
| The Dream:
It started with a group of us, horsing around and this guy who was a friend of mine was playing and jostling me and I suddenly got the clue that, hey he kind of likes me. So I am following him around and we end up at his apartment and he is kissing me...for some reason I am laying on the floor but like on glass or something, on my stomach, and he is kissing the back of my neck and I can see his hands roaming down the front of my body, through the glass, as if I am suspended over a mirror. And it is extremely erotic and I can feel him pushing into my back...and he is talking (that should have been my first clue that something was wrong)...and he is saying how when we were in high school he saw this video of me and how hot he thought I was...and at this moment, I am really turned on in the dream, and then he says..."but then I realized you had probably been with a lot of men (only I think he said something a little more graphic)" and he kind of gets off of my back and finishes by saying basically, that is why he isn't turned on right now....but he was I felt it. At any rate, I was
pissed, pissed is a mild form of whatever I was... I got up and I was
putting my clothes on and I was soooo angry, yanking my blouse back into
place and literally buttoning up the front as I am leaving through the
front door. We are playing a game,
that when it becomes your turn, you recite poetry off the cuff. I do my
turn and each of the others then a girl my age says, do you mind if I use
one her mother or someone wrote. And she pulls it out and it is a direct
slam on my relationship. My father gets up from the table and tells me he
and his wife are going to dinner now, because he refuses to stay and be a
part of this. However, I am not defeated and I tell them that I will
continue to play through because I know they don't understand the
situation and that there basically is enough room in my heart to forgive
them and help them to understand. My boyfriend is sitting at a different
table and seems to be somewhat clueless to what is
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Interpretations: The real depth to this dream lies in the deep sorrow that I experience with the tears that will not end. Instinctively, I feel I am on the verge of a time in my life where there might be such a sorrow and maybe the tears here are so I won't have to experience them in my awakened world. Perhaps that is a hope more than anything else as I have already lost most everything one would think to cause this type of pain in a person's life. At any rate, it would appear that I adjust and continue, trying to keep myself on a path and perhaps using a vehicle that no longer supports me. May I be given the wisdom when the time comes to find a less bumpy road or a new mode of transport. ----- Back To Top |
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| Four Pillars |
September 19, 2001 |
| The Dream:
I dreamed last night that there were four pillars, one was suddam hussein, one was osama bin laddin, and the other two were named but I don't remember who they were (one might have been kaddafi - sp?). Three of them were smoking, smoking as if a building on fire not like a cigarette. It was very weird...and I am sick so it contributed to the disjointed sense...there were pieces where I was in an elevator falling as the trade center was hit and thinking to myself...well this sucks as I always knew it would be an elevator that got me in the end...then I would find myself hovering over the rubble in NYC and being able to see angels, clearly hovering over piles waiting for someone to find the body up underneath it. I could hear voices, confused and lost, some of them belonged to people still alive under the rubble...some of them were already separated from their bodies but didn't know where to go.
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Interpretations: The last section felt so real, I kind of wondered if I wasn't traveling out of my body to visit the rubble itself. It was rather morose in nature. I felt very sad about it because so many spirits were confused about what was happening. In a real sense, this is probably how most of the US is feeling at the moment...a little confused and sad. The fact that angels were used to illustrate the rescuing of souls - I feel is very rewarding and something to look forward to, as if no one has been lost in vain and that this group of people that perished together in the buildings are already on their way to a new way of life. ----- Back To Top |
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| Afghanistan |
September 24, 2001 |
| The Dream:
I am in Afghanistan. Andy and I are in a helicopter taking supplies to a group of people / fighters in the mountains. When we get there, the pilot and a bunch of other people say they have to go off into the mountains and did we want to take the helicopter back ourselves. (On the way in, a fighter plane flanks us on both sides for protection. We bring supplies, but I see none and then when we get there - it appears the "supplies" are the people in the helicopter.) So Andy decides he will fly us out of there (I didn't know he could) and we are flanked by only one aircraft and it turns out to be Kenny. We can't fly too high because of missiles or too low because of snipers. The helicopter now turns into a 2 seater plane, open at the top and I ask Andy if he has any cigarettes and he says no. so we signal to Kenny to see if he has any and he does - and he throws one at us and misses (duh). then he keeps trying to drop them one by one into the cockpit. He drops a handful at one time and we are flying over this small mud / dirt road and I tell Andy, look just put the plane down and I'll jump out and get them. so he does, and I do, dream switches. I have no idea where I am but there is a shelf I see clearly and it is a bunch of things like Candy and small gifts, like angels. The angels are really cool! Different colors and styles and beautiful and I start to stockpile a bunch of stuff for Christmas presents. There are others there, like Tanya and my aunt, I believe. I have a very large pile of gifts and it seems it is enough for everybody I know. I am in a big house. it looks like we just moved in and my family is large too (not my real one). I have a room upstairs, the floors are hardwood, and I put my presents in my room with a bunch of other things I haven't unpacked yet. There seems to be a lot of chaos. I find I am working, in a suit, in an office building. I think I go to attend a lecture or seminar. I have to sign in, in a hotel lobby area and then sign out at a different stand in the same lobby, very odd - I think they ask for ID. The chairs in the seminar are very small and awkward to sit on. I am in the very back. I return to the big new house, there is a u-shaped compound behind it, to the left. There are bad guys in it, perhaps from scene one in Afghanistan, I see a scene where they find my father has returned to the house and they are going to come and capture us. My dad is cutting the lawn. I run out and tell him we have to go because I think we are in danger from the military type people and he says well, ok but your sister is stopping by to drop something off so we have to wait. I say I will go to get us packed up. We have a two car garage and I move my car into it and I am trying to load up the Christmas gifts I just bought and think to myself that there really isn't anything else I need to take with me. Nothing else is of any importance. I keep flashing to these rebel troops and see they are preparing to come get us and I am starting to freak out because we need to leave. I run out to my father and tell him we need to go again and he says, your sister is not here and I start crying. I tell him, he must promise me that if these rebels come before we leave, he must kill me by his own hand because I can't kill myself and I must not be captured. I make him promise and he does. I return to the house and finally see my sister and her husband pull in with her in-laws. They make everything seem normal. I start to focus on the u-shaped compound next door. This is not where the main rebel forces are, only a handful and it looks like they have kidnapped three people and are holding them there. Somehow we end up next door and it is a mansion and people don't seem quite so intimidating - it seems they are holding someone and its a child. A very matronly woman who is telling us that the child needs special care, but it looks pretty normal to me. I can't lock in on whether it is a boy or girl or why there is a problem. It seems to me that we take her / it home.
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| Osama Reference |
September 29, 2001 |
| The Dream:
I am near or at what appears to be the Greenwood mall on top of the buildings with Andy, a reporter, Osama Bin Laden, and his girlfriend. OBL is young, clean shaven and he is talking about running around the mall and leaping onto this high slanted road, which is very dangerous. He says he is doing it to honor his mother. The reporter tells him I am a photographer and why doesn't he let me take his picture. I am surprised because, while I do have a camera on me, I am not really a photographer. As I maneuver OBL to get the shot of the road he wants to leap onto, in the background, the reporter says something like, yeah and she might even pay you $25 a day, up to $300 and I looked at the reporter and said "You might. I don't get that kind of a budget." Which was weird because I think the reporter was joking but it didn't seem so funny at the time. so Andy and I decide we should try to run around the mall and see if we can gain enough speed to leap this road as a trial run. We are walking around the McDonalds and it is the new one and I keep looking for money on the he ground. As we come around the front of the McDonalds, I hear Teresa (who used to work with me at McDonalds) saying she found some money, was finding it then, right then. I heard her say "first I found one, and then I found another one, and then I found a fifty." and it seemed like I could see there might be more and I yelled at her to keep looking. Then I turned around and found a $10 dollar bill. A few feet away I found an American Express Gold card with the name Jeanne Feder on it, I clutched the ten to my body and told Andy he could maybe use the American Express card or his mom since his mom was a Jeanne. We looked around for the reporter and OBL but they apparently decided not to stick around for our trial run and went home.
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