Here are the compiled Dreams Of September In the year 2000

The dreams to the left are In sequential order. They may or may not represent the total of remembered dreams from this month. The time it takes to scour notebooks will tell.

The Majority of these dreams do not as yet have interpretations on them as I had thought to start not putting them on. However the popular vote says I should. The Electoral college voted the other way. But, I will try and get back here and there and add the interpretations later. Hope you can bare with me until that is accomplished.

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.

The Dream:

Last nights dreams were pretty convoluted and mixed up with the book I am reading called Carrion Comfort (the book is about human beings who are mind vampires and how they used non-psychic humans to do violence and then the non-psychic is pretty much expendable)

Anyway, I was in the huge pit with piles of skeletons that were stacked pretty high but even climbing on them we couldn't reach the grate over the pit.  Above the ground was a normal looking street and when people passed and heard our cries for help, they just thought the pit was haunted and never looked to see if people were down there...but there were about 10 of us still living in this pit, I don't know how we survived but we had been there for years and were pretty skinny, we kept trying to pile the skeletons high enough to get to the grate.  It was like survivors in a concentration camp and we were the forgotten but living few.

There is a war going on all around us.  It is obvious that there are two sides.   I have been captured by the enemy and am in the enemy camp.  I don't feel threatened, I feel kind of reserved to my fate.  And the enemy actually seems ok to me, but there is a part of me that realized that I must fight for freedom if the opportunity arises and support my "clan", the time feels very old, as if the Neolithic type periods or something, we are in jungle clad costumes like you might see with Neanderthal depictions.  Anyway, there is a warrior - enemy - standing on this cliff side and I find a piece of dynamite (it looks like a blue candle) and don't ask how the dynamite shows up in this time period (its just a dream) and I find this piece of dynamite and light it and throw it at the warrior, it is winter.  There is snow on the ground and I try to keep the wick concealed until it is ready to explode.  Well, I throw this thing and it lands at the warriors feet and he looks straight at me as if I have disappointed him, and then he picks up the stick and puts it out before it can explode.  I am kind of like, well, what was I supposed to do?  And he looks at me with pity, as if saying he knew I had to but was so disappointed that I did.

Eh, there were more dreams but I can't remember any more bits and pieces of
them.

Insights and Interpretations:

This will have to come later as I have a bazillion new dreams to post.

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The Dream:

I keep getting these glimpses of a dream that I can't remember enough to write down but the glimpses keep popping up.  So here they are:

One is that I am in a restaurant with a small group of friends and its a smorgasbord but there are waiters still serving the food and I see everybody eating corn on the cob and I keep asking for corn on the cob and they keep bringing me saucers of corn (not on the cob).  They do this three times.  I keep eating what they bring me and asking for it on the cob which I never get in the dream.

The second glimpse I get is that I am meeting people at a bar and Penny and Greg (a couple that is friends of Howlers and myself) keep popping in.   I see the old double we used to live in and there are abandoned vehicles in the back yard that I think Greg used to own but they have never been moved even though we haven't lived there for over two years.  We are in a car and we are traveling down some of the older streets of the eastside and we finally end up at the bar.  There is alot of dancing going on.  I remember twirling around on the dance floor in one of those half flying / half dancing sort of scenarios and that's it.

Insights and Interpretations:

 I will have to do this one later as well.

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The Dream:

I call this a bank robbery because that's what it felt like but you will see that it has very little to do with a traditional bank robbery.  I am following some guy and we are going down these large marbled hallways to a security type desk.  We are carrying a plastic grocery bag and we hide in the nook of the security desk until everybody goes home.  There is a closet behind the desk, which we open and move aside a bunch of stuff and this guy climbs up on the shelf and proceeds to crack the safe at the back of the closet.

Meanwhile, he is asking me to unload the bag I have and hand him the bags inside it and he loads one bag with money (there is more in the safe but he leaves it) and the shelves are loaded with little Debbie snack cakes and he starts loading the bags up with snacks.  We hear a noise and freeze.  It's a big black janitor that is coming from cleaning the break room.  We go to the break room and the guy I am with steals a painting from the wall and stuffs it into another plastic grocery bag and then we escape the building and are racing away from the scene of the crime in a car.

I get the feeling that we just escaped capture.  There is a realization that this guy actually came to steal the painting (remember, he took one stack of cash and left the rest) and I have this vision of the black janitor getting shot in the head.   This is the point in the dream that I call a re-do.  Certain aspects don't sit right so you go back and re-do them in the dream.  The details of the dream are somehow wrong so I want to go back and fix it and I do this while I am sleeping.

Now the dream starts again, I am with this guy in a room full of vending machines and I am sticking my finger into the money slots digging for loose change.  and loading our bag with snacks from the machines at the same time.   He is laughing at me and trying to keep me to a time schedule.  I get the impression we are late.  Back down the marble hallways to the security desk cubbyhole, and he is asking for the bad and I am looking around trying to figure out what I did with it.  Then I see it on the counter and it is an orange Halloween bag with a big jack-o-lantern on it.  So I pull out a bag and he starts filling it with money.  

I notice out of the corner of my eye that the carpet is moving down the hallway to the cafeteria (where the black janitor is) and instead of being late in the dream, we are actually early.  The carpet gets rolled up and the guy and I are frozen still as a janitor (not the one from the first dream because he is white) and he asks the black janitor if he is about done and the black janitor yells back yes.   So the new janitor carries the carpet and we are waiting wile the black guy finishes mopping the floor.  For some reason we want to get to the cafeteria but (as if I can't remember the first version of the dream) I don't know why.  It turns out that we do get there and the guy changes his mind about the painting and we are racing away with the money, the snacks, no painting and no gun shots this time - but the threat of capture feels closer this time.

Insights and Interpretations:

Again, I have so many here to catch up on that I will just make this one short comment.  Its about the fact that the dream is a re-do.  I like being able to do this and in a way, it kind of reaffirms that we have the ability to be able to have re-do's in real life.  The first version I didn't know why we weren't taking all the money, why we were taking the painting and I didn't like the idea that somebody had to get hurt about it.  So, there is the reasoning for the re-do.   The second version, I seemed like I was sort of dense...what with the poking around in vending machines for loose change.  I feel like the overall aspect was saying that there was a choice - I can do it one way and there outcome isn't going to be the best or I can do it another and come out ahead but its going to be a bit more risky (we almost get caught on the second version).

I like the snacks.  I am loading up with these snacks the whole time as if I might need something for the road.  I found that amusing.

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Preface:

Because this dream involve CIC, IVM and MMI - all 3 places that I worked at over the last twelve years, people and job duties are combined and overlapped.  I will do my best to present something linear.

The Dream:

It starts with me wandering around IVM and the whole place looks different.  I am trying to get to my old GM and I pass Mike Pitts and say "Hi Pitts." and he is pissed because he thinks I am showing him a lack of respect by just calling him "Pitts" (Its a Bobby Knight reference.)   People look different, most recognize me, and some definitely don't want me to be there but I stick to my route in trying to find Jamie (old GM).  I keep walking around this large circular center that seems like a command center of some sort and I think I do see my GM and talk to him but I don't remember this piece, and next I find I am wandering through much different halls and that it is now CIC. 

Same scenario, I am looking for Mary or Carl (VP or P) and some people here don't recognize me because they are new and others do recognize me but I get the feel that they don't think I should be there.  I don't think I ever meet up with Carl or Mary.  Then there is a small section here I am talking to a friend of mind and she has some Paul Mitchell hair stuff and I want some but she doesn't have the kind I need.  The kind she has makes my hair too heavy and flat.  Back to work, I am at MMI at the command center and I am at a computer and I have just become privy to some information that should be secret.  (This is where some of the personal / job bleed over occurs).

There is a screensaver on my machine with a guy I worked with on it and his is virtually skiing but like he is in the screen saver.  And its a guy that waffles between a "Sales" type guy from MMI and from IVM.  And, he is doing something he is not supposed to be doing OR not doing something he is supposed to be doing.  I try to take these "secrets" to my boss (female) and she doesn't have time to listen so I whisper it to her so she can get the gist of the importance.  I don't remember the secret now but there were two of them and I felt that I was tattling on somebody.  Back to the screen, the guy on it says "Hey, what are you doing with my screen saver" and I say that I clicked it open and couldn't get rid of it so a couple of guys gather around me and we are trying to delete it off the screen.

There is a piece in here were my boss is telling me about positions open in the company and how they might fill them and I tell her that I could do one of them and she looks at me and say, "No, your work is sub par where you are so I better not move you into anything else."  I remember being very hurt but accepting what she says as fact and returning to my work.

Insights and Interpretations:

I think I might be re-evaluating where I have been work wise and what assets I have collected along the way.  I am still familiar with the people in all places.  I get the feeling people might not want me around the places that I have worked before but I really don't know why not.  The command center represents my current employer which is why it is central to the theme of the story.  I have no idea what the secrets are, probably because they are presented here as secrets which might mean that I don't know about them yet, but my psychi is picking up on them.

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The Dream:

We were driving around Atlanta and my sister from Indy was driving and we were trapped in all this traffic from the football game that had just let out.  We trying to get my other sister, from Atlanta, to the airport so she could catch a flight home.  (Why she was taking a flight to Atlanta when we were already in Atlanta makes no sense to me but I mention it here so you don't think I made some kind of typo.)  We stop the car because we are in a large crowd and we are trying to figure out where to go first. 

Well, we don't have much time to get her to the airport and I notice out of the corner of my eye, my sister picking up her bag and stalking off toward the subway.  I go chase her down and find her on the telephone calling her husband and she gives me this really ice cold sour look and I tell her she isn't going to make it on time if she takes the subway and she ignores me and kind of rolls her eyes.  I get really hurt and then really mad and I slap her in the face and she just looks at me as if she hates me.

Insights and Interpretations:

Well, this happened to be Monday night and my sister from Atlanta was in town and we had the football game playing in the evening and it was the Colts.  So there is where all the football and crowd confusion comes in.  There was also some discussion that perhaps Howler could take her to the airport as I had to work the next day and if I took her it might make me late for work.  Now, my sister already has abandonment issues with me because I helped her moved to Atlanta but then I never followed her down.  So, when I had this dream I realized that by my not taking her to the airport I might evoke some of these abandonment issues and I wanted no part of that.  I took her to the airport.  I told her about the dream in the morning and she said, "Well, as long as you don't slap me when you are awake."  Isn't she a trooper?!

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The Dream:

I dreamed about these little cuttlefish (which I had just seen in a restaurant which claimed you could grow your own topiary in a bowl, like the old sea horse packets from when I was a kid).  I was drinking a glass of water when I realized there were a couple of these things in my glass and I was trying to drink around them.  They were growing so fast that they were kind of grossing me out because they reminded me of cockroaches.  They got so big that the two of them filled the glass and were half hanging out of it.  I had to get Howler to take them away.  he threw them in the yard and I was watching out of my bedroom window to see where they went.

Freaky! 

Insights and Interpretations:

I am guessing here that something is continuing to grow out of control and it is going from something that kind of grosses me out to something I have to have somebody else handle for me.  The water again can be representing an emotional issue.  I will have to see what comes.

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The Dream:

I found a dollar bill and it was ripped in half and then the other half was ripped in half again tearing off the emblem.  I found all the pieces (3) and I went about taping them all together again.

Insights and Interpretations:

To me this means that I will find ways to support myself from more than one avenue.  And, that I won't necessarily loose money doing it.   I might have to assemble my income in a different manner but it equals the dollar by the time I am through with the piecing together.  Thats somewhat reassuring considering what I am doing work wise at the moment.

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The Dream:

I am carrying my cat Chelsea round and for some reason I am walking through all these shops and pointing out where Howler and I have eaten and shopped and stuff.  Then I somehow loose her and find this pile of kittens and I am trying to figure out which one is her because for some reason...none of them look like her.

The dream shifts and I am in the room with about 6 other people whom I do not know.  And we seem to be sitting in judgment on other people in the community.  At first it starts with simple letters to people as a chastising tool and for some reason the group has reached a pinnacle of its progression.  I find that we are voting (like a lottery from the old days - where you throw your tiles into the bad) and we are now voting to maim or kill somebody.  I toss my lottery vote aside and tell them that I can't do this anymore.  I can not be responsible for taking the life of another or killing somebody.  This is happening 20 years ago, for some reason...I know this but I am my current age and I have a 4 year old daughter (with a crooked ring finger) I don't know the significance of her finger at this point in the sequence but it becomes clearer later.

The dream shifts again and I find I am running and I am leaping tall buildings (in a single bound no less) and at one point I am crossing over this building and there is grass on the top of it and when I go to take a step there is a huge glass window.  Well, thinking that the glass probably wont hold my weight, I backtrack and end up swinging through one of the building windows.  I am on the third floor and as I swing into the window I hear this voice say "Dad, I am stepping into the shower now." Well, I head for the door and as I pull open the door Dad is standing there and I go..."Oh, he's in the shower."  And then I run past him and down these long dark, creepy kind of halls.  I realize I am in some kind of shelter and that I am on the 3rd floor and I am trying to get somewhere and I have to get there fast.  As I make it to the 1st floor I find I am surrounded by this gang type group of young teens (they are all orphans living in this shelter).  I pause and the leader steps up and tells me something like I can't pass through here and he might have to hurt me or something.  Well, I start laughing (not the best response to the leader of a gang would be my guess.) The kids are standing back like I must be crazy to go laughing at the leader.  And, I step forward and touch this young man on his cheek and kiss him.  I apologize and tell him that I really need his help to reach where ever my destination is....apparently this kiss and apology redeems me and he kind of becomes my champion (for lack of a better word).  Suddenly he is my protector and he will lead me places and no body better mess with me.

We end up in a place like New Orleans and we come across a haunted house and we go inside and a nice normal family lives there now but the rumor is that the upstairs is haunted.  Well, nobody is home so we go up stairs and there is a little girl there and at first she motions to us to come in like she is eager and then she becomes in a big hurry to get rid of us.  The story goes that the upstairs used to be used as torture for small children (and this girl is about 4 - she becomes my daughter later but at this point - I don't recognize her as my daughter from the second scene).   Anyway it turns out that the spirits are torturing this little girl and she thought we were coming to rescue her and then realized that the spirits were going to torture her because strangers had come in.  We ended up taking her with me and I am stilling running around with this orphan group.  There is some major warping and time transference at this point but the general gist is that I am raising funds to build a home for these orphans and they are helping me with this campaign and they are actually doing quite a bit of the work themselves.  I am getting quite a name in the community for the work.

Shift again to include part of this community work and I have a boy and a girl with me and we are moving.  It seems that I have been putting on plays within the community that has created quite an uproar among adults but the plays are so good and so supported by the children that I have earned myself a name and now all communities want me to come put on plays for them.  I am looking for a place to move and I find that I am heading toward home as in the first section where I was with the group only something doesn't feel right.  I feel like something has changed and I end up at this old farm house and I am trying to figure out what has changed in this community.

There is a very small transitional piece in here somewhere where I am in a airport and I am sitting with a man I should know but don't quite recognize.  I fall asleep on his should and the only significant part in this is that it is impressed upon me that his birthday is December 11 and he is a Sagittarius.

Outside the group has gathered and my character is not there but I am watching this group discuss me.  They are saying that they must finish what they started 20 years ago and they are urging their leader to take some kind of action.   The leader gets angry and he morphs right in front of my eyes, sparks flying like some sort of movie fantasia and the old man becomes a young man with glowing dark red eyes, he is the devil.  I know he is the devil and he looks just like Martin Sheen (hahahahah).  Seriously, although I have to see the humor in that.  It changes perspective here and I am in the farm house and some sort of panic has ensued and I am suddenly in fear of my life and stumbling over things and trying to escape (well, that is not my personality so I have to say that I had to change perspective her) I suddenly saw the world from the daughters point of view.  Ok, 20 years have passed since I was with this group...I have not aged at all, and my daughter has aged from 4 years to maybe 10 years old.  I needed add that in because there is some sort of time warp thing going on here.  The man from the airport also shows up on my side from somewhere.

My daughter (me now) tells me that she has a plan to rescue me and get me past the group because we realize that the mother is in danger.  I can see through the daughters eyes and this is the point that I realize there is something different about her.  She is psychic and she has shadow vision, which kind of indicates to her where the evil is.  I am looking around the house and I can see through the walls and shadow places where we shouldn't go because there is evil.

We go outside and the woman and the man are getting into the car and we have to pass the "group" and the daughter has a plan to throw a stuffed body out of the car so the group will think the woman is dead.  (this makes no sense in real life but there you have it) As the little girl passes the Martin Sheen character shakes her hand and tells her how grown up she has gotten and gee what happened to her crooked ring finger (she has a hair tie wrapped around it and it kind of conceals the crookedness) she (I) look at him all funny and as I am pulling my hand away, I realize that the crooked finger is a sign of psychic abilities and that the devil knew all along that the girl was psychic. 

Insights and Interpretations:

I will have to do this later as I have suddenly run out of time.

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