tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38154652012-01-06T09:23:02.162-08:00"Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart... Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens." --Carl Jung <BR> <A HREF="http://www.neilcavanagh.com">Neil Cavanagh</A>Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211386571428985927noreply@blogger.comBlogger1061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815465.post-54134805761546888782010-07-20T12:38:00.000-07:002010-07-20T12:42:05.104-07:00

I'm at my parents' house, watching TV downstairs. Bruce Springsteen is on, performing a song on acoustic (possibly with band.) I notice his voice is extremely rough like gravel - basically, as he sings notes, one simultaneously hears an ongoing guttural noise behind it. I say, "it's sounds like he's burping while he's singing..." And just at that moment, I catch the tune and lyrics that he's

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So the last attempt at 'jump starting' the ol' dream blog here didn't work out so well. It is now a year and half later. But here's another:With my cousin Tom and his dad, in a field near a house in the country. This is our 'first mission'..to infiltrate this house in broad daylight. Espionage/G.I.JOE overtones. I seem to have an action figure with me as if to make the point...the figure has his

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Fragment of a dream recorded here, in the interests of jump starting this blog again.Bob Dylan has a new song and video, and there's a key lyric in there, and it's something along the lines of "I'll never kiss you 'til Alaska." A late 80's era Dylan is seen in the video, lip-syncing while standing near an old railroad car in the dead of winter.

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I'm in some kind of native village; many, many locals around because today is some type of ritual day. It turns out I'm one (the only non-native) of many who are to be part of some ancient rite of passage ceremony today. It's a great honor apparently, but I'm just trying to get up to speed today. I'm running late for this outdoor gathering when I realize I don't have some totem/artifact that all

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Only one short sequence is remembered, in which I'm being grilled by my (evil) fourth grade teacher. For some reason, she forces me into an improvised stand-up comedy routine in class. I'm grasping at straws until I hit upon this idea of the Batman movie(s) being overly merchandised... That it's all well and good to have a Batman toothbrush, Batman bedsheets, a Batman tire pressure gauge, etc.,

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Someone, or some group, has stolen a million dollars in cash. Somehow I'm aware of this, and have some connection with the perpetrators. This leads to me and a female accomplice breaking into a large house to steal the cash from the ones who originally stole it. It's a dangerous operation, but it comes off ok. There's a large garage, with an automatic door that we use to escape with the cash (it

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Dream in which I'm at my parents' house in NY, downstairs in the den. I've got a new Frank Zappa CD release; it's in thin, shrink-wrapped cardboard case and the cover is vague and obscure. The title has "Helsinki" in it but it is not his real-life Helsinki concert release. But it is live...and as I listen to it on the stereo, It is all "original" to my dream (I made up the music subconsciously.)

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There's a long sequence where I'm going to play at a large county fair. (Not quite as large as the L.A. County Fair, however.) I'm backstage, there's some confusion. There's an older man, African-American, who is supposed to perform before me, he's also waiting backstage. I believe he has a sax or harmonica. We are hanging around with a few other people when we decide to break into a jam of

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Some large old building, possibly hotel. Daytime, outside on roof patio, work-related type of gathering; people sitting, drinking, etc. Somehow water is getting poured on these electric appliances near/under the tables, similar to heat lamps. I remark this seems dangerous. Turns out to not be an accident, but a plan of JC's I'm told. I'm not relieved.Shortly after, somewhere in front of the

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At some type of party, possibly at CA's house, but somewhat reminiscent of Queens Village. I'm going to the refrigerator to get a drink; CA says wait and checks his mobile phone. He has a small spy cam inside the fridge networked to the internet, so he can check inside the fridge from anywhere i.e. his cell. He sees what is in there and where, and then asks me to get him something specific.

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Outside somewhere, nighttime, with my cousin Tom and a group of 4-5 older, burly men. We are planning to break into a nearby jail to free one of our wrongly imprisoned cohorts. It's a dangerous plan, involving me and my cousin used as spies/infiltrators - doesn't seem like the best plan. Something happens during the huddle and the plan is postponed - I'm thankful due to the potential danger of

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In a house, I'm eager to cut off some of my hair (hair style circa nearly 20 years ago...) I enter the bathroom with scissors and begin cutting. Somehow this progresses to cutting off the literal tip of my tongue, which at the time doesn't seem too destructive - more cosmetic. But I make a second more tragic cut too far, and there is severe damage - blood and loss of form; some major vessel has

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After over a year hiatus, I've decided to return to the dream blog. I've also decided to turn comments on. Be kind.

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In some dark house, investigating some type of death/crime scene. One or two other investigators with me...something involving a stairway and a statue-like woman. Then - I appear to be a ghost in the house, myself. I'm in a dark cellar, looking for the exit. Someone has seen me - as a ghost - and I need to flee because ghosts should not be caught. I'm trying to get outside, but when I find one

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I'm at a crowded cafeteria/restaurant/party. Everyone is getting on various buffet lines. There's someone here I recognize (not in real life), he's a musician I apparently played bass for years ago. He thinks I won't remember who he is, like I've gone on to other things and he hasn't. Another sycophantic bandmate of his is there and graciously gives me a small bowl of rice. They seem proud to be

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I'm outside in some alley behind a row of small apartments, nighttime. Some friends are inside at a party. There's a sort of slight maze getting out of this alley...I overhear a guy on the street nearby, homeless possibly, asking people for band aids or something similar. I remember I have some in my gig bag, so I put some in my pocket in case they're needed. NM is leaving out of the back door of

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I'm playing some type of video game based on the film King Kong. (In reality I've never played any such game.) The game has complex controls involving both the mouse and the keyboard. While playing, I'm simultaneously reading game instructions, which at one point suggest hitting one or two certain keys to access the "chops" cam. I have no idea what this will be, until I'm able to hit those keys

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Reading a post from my cousin Tom on the internet. It's a promo for the next show he's putting on at Pisces Cafe. It's a wintertime holiday show and in addition to music there will be a "Find the Chimes" part of the show, where apparently Tom will have hidden some chimes around Babylon and participants will have to find them, to win a prize perhaps. Tom also announces he's changing the name of

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In some large old house with many other peers, first part is forgotten. Eventually I'm in a room with a few other men and I hear that there may be some invasion of some kind. I immediately hide; no one else does, either they don't take it seriously or they are confused or too fearful to move. Unfortunately, the threat is real. Hiding in a small dark room with some others, eventually the door is

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There's a sequence about having this very blog mentioned/reviewed on a related popular web site, resulting in heavy exposure. I'm not sure if this has happened or I'm just telling people about this idea, in the dream. It was a bit strange, dreaming about this dream blog.A long sequence taking place in an unknown city. In some type of bar or club, there's going to be a robbery and/or some type of

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Earlier fragment in which Bob Dylan is somehow involved with the 60's song "Yummy Yummy Yummy I Got Love In My Tummy." Either he wrote it or took the original and added to it/re-arranged it.I'm at a gig, looks like HP's band is playing a certain notorious song. There's his son doing the second vocal. HP sounds terrible singing. It's a large band, and I seem to now be directing it, so I ask the

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I'm reading someone's complaints on an internet forum. Apparently, each Beatle has his own long-running comic book, and this person is complaining that the Paul McCartney comic hasn't been very interesting in a long time. Specifically, this reader notes that the comic hasn't used the antagonist/foil character "Nordanius Canus" in some time, with boring results (the Lennon comic and Harrison comic

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Fragments; SK appears to be preparing some of his art to be displayed. I glanced through it, all on roughly 8" x 11" paper. Slightly adolescent but interesting. The word "1984" is written on one. Another depicts single-propeller planes flying towards the viewer. Another sequence, I'm standing at a desk saying goodbye to someone, trying to infer that this is the last time ever - no real response.

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In some kind of a subterranean cave tunnel, trying to get through to a certain exit. I'm with this other man in a small open area, when the dim electric lights that go line the tunnel start to flicker. I panic a little about this unforeseen possibility, knowing that if those lights go out, we'll be in total darkness, and may have to feel our way down the passage for who knows how many miles. For

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I'm in some type of school. I'm waiting in a second room instead of going into my class. Apparently I'm very late; it's about noon. I might have passed the time reading, or just arrived/woke up late. I finally enter my classroom. There is one teacher, tall African-American, walking around the class, instructing. He may be the aide because there is another older teacher up at the desk in front of

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I'm in a large library (unlike the one I frequent in waking hours.) High school (and earlier) people figure. I see them as I'm checking out a card catalog; they are seated in a certain area taking some type of advanced test. I wonder why was not invited to take the test; feel left out, underachieving, and that maybe I should be more pro-active and find out how to take the test even though I was

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These are some fragments from various remembered dreams of the past few weeks...In a meeting with GWB, arguing with him and his staff, angrily.Outside a cafe gig during a break, reunite SC and AS. AS asks if it's cool she's there. Sure. I pretend to introduce the two to each other, jokingly and ironically.At my parents' house, they are out, but there is a dead body of a young woman left by the

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I'm coming in on the second half of a small intimate performance by Bob Dylan. This part is apparently storyteller/Q&A time. Dylan tells the audience a story about Tom Petty, who he worked with in the Traveling Wilburys. It seems one time Dylan and the rest were having some heavy discussion and Petty's tired comment was just (and here Bob did a flawless impression of Petty's voice) "all right all

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At my parents' house, some gathering, my father is playing records and/or trying to fix something. I go to my old room, which is oddly similar to how it used to look. I find this audio cassette set I'd gotten for free somewhere, a 3 tape set of records by Kermit the Frog. I go into the den to show my sister, as I'm excited and am also thinking I can make a copy for my nephew, but she is not that

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I'm sitting in a sort of large auditorium/gymnasium seeing a large scale, multi-tiered performance with family. It is a show with heavy Christian overtones and message, and it's sort of a mixture of a passion play and a high school cheerleading/pep rally. A teenage boy is sliding around dancing and seeing, stopping to cough sometimes due to physical strain. CD is there, seems to him I go to these

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Thanksgiving at my parents' house; many many relatives milling about as I'm leaving, in driveway. I spot my father's mother looking around, and am happy to see her, and go over to say goodbye. The hug goodbye doesn't work right, she's as confused as I at first, but as we hold arms she seems to stumbling backwards; eventually we traverse the neighbor's lawn this way. She says something about a

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I'm somewhere, indoors, with MI, and possibly on TV or radio, there's the end of a program (or an ad), and the music in it is a variation on an actual song of mine ("O.D.W.C.") I'm amazed as I hear it and start wondering how it could have been stolen like that and by whom. It's just the chorus but enough of it to be a clear infringement. Vocals are wordless but melody is distinct.

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Ok, it's a been while. Here's a couple of dreams remembered from over the last couple of months...My parents' house is under some type of armed siege. I'm looking out the back door, regretting I didn't spend more of my recent free time in target practice. There are some guns downstairs I'm perusing; one of them more or less goes off in my face. But it's not a regular gun, it's some type of sound

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This is a collection of recently remembered dreams. Walking around my town (amalgam of many towns), slightly lost at times. Leaving an apartment after hanging out with Ringo Starr. Walking, thinking, why haven't I been doing more hanging out with Ringo while I've lived here? Other things I'm missing? Shouldn't move? Call MI to vent. Realize Ringo living nearby isn't very realistic; rationalize

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Dreamed I was on vacation all last week with MI, missed 5 days of driver's ed class. Preoccupied over this. Wondering if I'll still pass. Then thinking, how much material could I have missed? Yeah, the posts here have been few and far between. The dreams have not. Particularly dreams in which I'm "waking up" from a dream and writing it down in some form, only to wake up for real and then, not

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Standing inside near a back porch, cross between parents' house and the F's house. Tom is down in yard with unknown others; they spot something apparently frightening in the sky behind the house, out of my vision. I'm afraid to look, but I move forward onto deck so I can turn around and see also. Smoke trails in sky - missiles? No, planes with enemies parachuting down like in Red Dawn. Full-scale

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A collection of fragments from the last few days: In this dark factory location, there are metal doors that open intermittently to this cremation/CAT-scan type of narrow passage that leads to parts unknown. The entrance is also blocked by a piece of glass with an oval opening in the middle. Flames shoot out around entry, white hot. I need to go through so I do. On the other side, my body

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From earlier: At some restaurant, daytime, with family. I go outside to the parking lot to get something from my car. I notice a different car (red) in the spot where I'd left mine. The valet is sketchy and eventually mentions that my car is indeed parked somewhere in [this town's name] so not to worry, and I realize they parked it somewhere very very far away so I get angry, cursing, "I just

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I'm walking around up towards Bay Terrace at night. I overhear some conversations; a man is ordering his assistant around, something to do with gathering written local reviews of his artwork. I finally reach the shopping center. A group of kids are trying to figure out how to get down to the main area, while I see a small stairway between some buildings. The stairway turns out to be all screwed

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City scene outdoors, daytime. A woman is seen leaping from a skyscraper (reason unknown.) As I watch, a few seconds after the leap, the scene rewinds and starts again - I deduce at the time that this sight is so traumatic that I am already re-living it, but it seems to be happening in real time again. I am able to fly into the air in front of everyone to attempt a rescue. It's unclear if I'm

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Much is, as usual, forgotten now but here's the end: Leaving some hotel, in Connecticut possibly; some type of elevator scene. Avoiding some people or capture. Late arrival at airport (although cross sound ferry is also implied), racing with others to catch flights. Over the PA I hear a relevant reference to a flight to "Lake Ronkonkoma." Since the terminal is pretty empty of employees and anyone

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Not of great interest: a scene in which I'm with musicians, playing bass, being taught this repetitive riff. It is in D minor, pentatonic based, a short motif that goes through minor variations. I hear it over and over and play along, but then decide to play long chords underneath the riff instead, first Bb, then C, etc. Someone is transcribing this and writes the chords as "Bb5" etc. I remember

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Strange-feeling dream. Time travel. At first I'm able to revisit an overview of years from ten years ago and literally leap from year to year like visual steps, 1993, 1994, etc, or like I'm overhead watching my old self leap/go through in sped-up time. I see my past self do something that I don't expect and haven't remembered correctly since; at some point I take a leap in an unexpected direction

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Pisces Cafe gig, similar look and feel but venue is more than twice its real size - large performing space. Maryann is there already, she's set up the microphones and stands, but the stands are oversized; they jut out at a right angle for about twelve feet - distance - I make adjustments. Excited to play, people shuffling in - Tom P? Much more is now forgotten.

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The beginning is regrettably forgotten: Eventually driving a car, and somehow I physically die, quickly approaching a cloudy area that is "heaven". I see it coming and let it hit me. Entering the cloud, the car is gone and there is only disembodied consciousness. There is an INCREDIBLE feeling inside me upon entering (soaring up into) what I believe to be "heaven." Visually there is not much to

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In some sort of hotel event area, possibly for some type of reunion. Lots of people sitting around me having fun. I am very excited to see CD - place arm around him. DA shows up with similar looking partner (resembles him.) CD mocks. Instruments come out. Eventually in side hall outside high school band room. Looking for PB - is not seen in dream. I go into band room to watch the young kids

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Probably the most depressing dream I've ever had, both content-wise and feeling-wise (these two are not always congruent in my dreams.) At the end it's twilight and in my parents' driveway, people are loading up a car for a long trip. I say something very strange and make an hysterical joke of it, and this signals to others that I am off balance and beyond help. My parents are in the front seat (

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Nighttime, outside near corner of M. Drive, Superman (played by Chris Reeve) has offered to take me flying. Very excited. It's a wondrous experience and while we go fast we don't go too far above the ground, strangely - at one point a truck is coming towards us and I wonder if we will clear it. The whole time it seems I have the 12-string strapped around me, and during the flight at one point I

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First thing remembered is rescuing a girl (changing identity, SK?) from a house in Commack from some angry big man (possibly JR with long hair.) Running into house next door, part neighbor's house/part dorm. Looking around, realizing that this is the girl's room, she's collecting her most important stuff, so I realize that angry man will probably look here first; have to escape - but too late.

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Had a guitar lesson with Adrian Belew. Unfortunately I forgot my guitar, but told him I wanted him to tell me about his songwriting process cause I also write songs, and I complimented his lyrics and melodies (i.e. "One Time.") He seemed pleased. I remembered the Hamer guitar was in my trunk so I went out to get it at some point. By the time I got back, the teacher was someone else, but now I've

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Long dream involving PF, eventually on my parents' lawn. Miles Davis is there - PF makes an insulting reference to James Brown in front of Miles, and Miles is furious. There is seen an old black & white photo of James Brown, and Miles (early 1960's era) is shown in the crowd trying to get close to him, like a real fanatic. Miles calls PF out, takes off shirt and is ready to throw it down in the

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Sequence where I am walking at night; parents nearby with car. Someone starts walking with me, seems to think I'm someone else - someone he wants to kill. We are walking briskly as he threatens; seems deadly. At some point, somehow, he actually kicks me in the head while walking. There is no desire to fight him (or hope of winning.) Hope to draw him away from my parents. He fears being caught,

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Possibly at parents' house about to embark on family trip to France. Print-out plane tickets resemble movie tickets. Last minute, I've decided not to go.Previous night, dream Maryann has slept over at my parents' house; holds cat in downstairs hallway in strange manner. Later, vaguely humorous phrase "Defeatery Eatery" comes into play, possibly as bizarre song lyric, or joke name for some sort of

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At some point, my mother has strange markings on both of her arms from an injury.Towards the end of the dream, I'm actually hanging out in a basement with Jeff Buckley and Elliott Smith. (Do I listen to their music too much?) I'm extremely excited, and say it out loud, and we are all strapping on electric guitars to jam.

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Only the end is remembered, in a hallway, cross between office building and school, PM is walking down all towards me. I hope to explain myself, but he is surprised and holding back a great deal of anger. He glowers, doesn't say a word, exits hall.

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Only end of dream remembered. Parents wondering where sister wants to go on vacation. They are hoping the answer is simply my parents' house. Sister has other ideas; San Diego, Chicago. I wonder out loud why they would go to Chicago. In one part of the dream, my sister's family unit and members are represented by a simple symbol on a page, somewhere between a graph-like picture and ancient

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This follows a recent dream where I was chased relentlessly by a swarm of bees.And another recent dream where I am chased through my parents' house by a large monster that is eventually a giant spider. In the upstairs back bathroom, the window leads unto the deck; I'm slicing at monster appendages thrusting through the door. I climb out window to deck, fly down steps, race towards side back fence

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A very long bizarre sequence that had a different energy than usual; more "real." Walking down a city street with a group of people (family/friends.) Someone has some strange powder...I ingest some. I experience an unreal feeling yet am still present. I remark how now "all I can hear are the people talking on the top of the World Trade Center. " Although in the dream, the buildings are still

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Long, earliest part forgotten, though at some point later during the dream, I recounted the whole earlier part in my head.In a theater with parents and sister, possibly others. Huge fireball, raging fire on other side of theater in small, windowed room adjacent. Immediately we get up to flee out other side exit. We escape, I'm checking my pockets to find that somehow I've lost my wallet and my

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"The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind." - Franz Kafka"Overall, dreams are not very marketable. Experienced during sleep, they’re one of the few human activities left that can’t be bought or sold. " - Norman Solomon

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Recently thought about a old dream that the late Jeff Buckley featured in, so it does not surprise that he featured heavily in this one.Hanging out with Jeff and an unidentified female, at night, first in a parking lot, then staying over in this combined museum/house. Buckley has a lot of energy, occasionally somewhat childish, expecting others to cater (literally, at one point demanding a

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In some type of fenced in concentration camp, sitting on ground with others, tense, trying to hide something from officers. One catches me, threatens me with pair of scissors at neck. Says he's killed a prisoner(musician?) with one blow, threatens to do the same.Later somehow we are all exiting; family is there, going to car at curb. I forget something and take too long coming out - I'm surprised

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Earliest part I remember is being in the audience at some assembly/concert in CHS auditorium. At times, I appear to be in a balcony. Some teachers come out and attempt to create a human tower: standing on each others' shoulders in order to nearly reach the ceiling. They almost make it (four teachers high) but then sway and fall forward. Audience is breathless, but fall is silent and graceful,

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Trying to catch up here, and note some interesting dreams over the last few weeks...Setting up at some kind of club show, with a band. Band includes PJF with lots of old gear i.e. Roland D-50. Someone (sound guy) wants to sound check, but holds guitar and changes amp settings. I'm getting increasingly upset. Breaking point reached and "I'm out", not doing show, I say. RH is there, sitting, very

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Starts off, I'm on some type of reality makeover show, have been given new awkward haircut (or even more awkward than current.) I'm sitting around on a couch, when I'm suddenly embarassed to realize that 4-5 mirrors on opposite wall likely have cameras behind them - not sure what I've said and done and if it will now air on tv.Later, going to the movies with my parents. Large theater, seat

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I'm part of some big concert show being put on in this large mansion/school auditorium; kids in audience. It's being badly run by a bunch of teenage girls. I'm up the staircase when I hear through the closed curtain that I might be on next. I ask a girl and she confirms this is likely true. I move out to the stage area...well lit, rug, indoorsy feel. I'm hooking up the pedals, though I hear a

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NOTE: this dream and journal entry took place the night before the dream described above.Not much of interest, but want to keep this going...I'm in some type of supermarket with JD, a kid takes my cap and wears it as he walks away, goofing. I decide to let it slide for now. Cap gets passed around, becomes my 35mm camera, so I leap across table/frozen food island and grab camera from girl snapping

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Driving with JD, it's flooded or snowing and icy. The car eventually spins completely out of control - certainty of crash.The back end slams into the front of a parked car with great speed and force; we are ok but car is totaled - front chassis pushed up 3 feet above front tires. In a strip-mall parking lot, figuring out next move. I have to hide some illegal substances that are in the car,

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Some kind of nighttime gathering, plane in the sky is coming too close - crashes in backyard. Must evade explosion quickly.Another segment where RH is upset with me for playing songs in a certain order during a recent gig.Another moment from this gig, AF is being introduced for a minute and just as it leads up, the announcer says "please welcome to the microphone...AF" and she grabs the mike and

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In some strange government/tourist building, trying not to be seen. I hear my name called in my own mind; discover I'm reading a security guard's mind who finally catches up with me. It appears I dropped my driver's license and he found it and was looking for me so he could return it. Somewhere in this building I'm trying to go down a flight of stairs only to find they change direction and go

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Some type of high school reunion, near a large outdoor tent on a suburban street. Some of the jocks start throwing around a football. A long pass comes to me, I catch it, run to an imaginary end zone and spike it. Proud of myself, decide to quit while I'm ahead. Ball goes near me again but I pretend not to notice as I walk away.Some concept has come up, like someone's last words or thoughts were

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Train of thought leads to vision of Hell, though Hell/Satan/Sisyphus are never mentioned in it. The vision of being forced to do the same work over and over again. Some get so tired after 15,000 years they attempt to destroy themselves and split their bodies apart, but they do not die and must continue; now they just look wretched and impossible. But I understand someone might know it's useless

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Trying to get upstairs in old NYU dorm...IDs are checked - I have mine miraculously. Young female security guard asks entering group for anyone's personal belongings so she can look through them while at her desk and not be bored.Walking up flights of stairs with group, only to find at one particular landing that the next stairwell doesn't go up, it goes back down. We go back down to find another

Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211386571428985927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815465.post-1069059712436538112003-11-17T01:01:00.000-08:002010-07-20T13:16:53.219-07:00

In apartment, Bill Bixby as David Banner from Incredible Hulk 70's TV show is there...he wants to prepare me for his Hulk transformation - eyes go white, he flirts with the transformation...I warn him he's going too far - but he does anyway and begins the full transformation - just like on the old TV show, but being there, it's actually quite scary. He (as full Hulk as played by Lou Ferrigno on

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In my car with JD, with literally billions of cash dollars hidden in countless duplicate items in the backseat. Money is not mine, I'm en route to deposit it for someone or something. JD wants to stop at the store, wants to borrow $20 from the stash, seems ok if returned later. Convenience store is located in underground parking garage. Considering cash in backseat, I make sure all car doors are

Neilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05211386571428985927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3815465.post-1067333350096062422003-10-28T01:29:00.000-08:002005-08-18T17:00:58.666-07:00

Sort of a biographical movie about (and starring) Jennifer Lopez, who, we find out, before becoming well-known, was The Who bass player John Entwistle's girlfriend. She is really just using him for his money and celebrity of course. They are part of some illegal operation that runs out of a ranch-style home near the ocean. Eventually the authorities find out and invade the place. Lopez remarks to

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Only part remembered is some metal retainer type thing affixed to teeth extremely tightly. I'm on a boat of some kind/ferry cruise etc. I go into bathroom to remove metal, eager and anxious to feel teeth finally released...removal....too relaxed...teeth are in bad shape, left front tooth comes off in my hand, general decay...extremely bad feeling.

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Starts with JD in some Applebee's type restaurant. Leaving, nearly out the door, but realize we've forgotten some stuff in the booth (i.e. shopping bags.) This turns into an angry altercation with some managers. I lose it, shouting obscenities in front of patrons, and tell employees not to be so surprised I'm acting this way due to their obnoxiousness and condescension. At some point, able to

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Sorry for the long wait. I'll be better.In my apartment, walking around living room...there is an large aquarium in the middle of the room. When in the bedroom, I realize I was wrong to remove the glass and mesh grating from the top, because - the aquarium was full of bees that have been escaping for the past five minutes. I attempt to reclose the aquarium. I am stung many times, but it doesn't

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Very dark and supernatural. Someone is driving a car through a cemetery, causing damage and also somehow interfering/injuring the dead. Bad karma; karma literally mathematically calculated somehow.Demonic woman is explaining something to someone. The concept of Time is laid out as a large graphic; this is a picture of Time occuring all at once as seen from the outside (though to my eyes it still

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George W Bush has some type of 'pretzel'-type incident; lets press know he did not mean to scare the nation.Questions about Iraq war justification lead to scene of Iraq bombing site. The US government has posters up of a now deceased Iraqi; using as a fear tactic to locals - "made an example of."Arab boy rising from rubble, alive. I'm concerned to help him but I realize the danger, and he has

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This is a long one, but it pays off.On some type of extended field trip, college-related, staying in some large hotel complex. Wood paneling. Hotel so expansive, it has its own movie theatre. I go to see new Matrix movie. Kyle MacLachan stars (dressed in black, shades.) Discussion about previous film's characters being robots/programs. I am in the scene, though not of it, able to move around in

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Caught in a half-sleep state, and trying unsuccessfully to wake up. Think I've woken up, am walking around the apartment, but things are different, my hair is dyed and the color distribution changes moment to moment. Attempt to determine if this is dream or reality by focusing mind in certain way but - I'm fooled by dream, into concluding it is real. Attempt to float over floor by jumping and '

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Similar to the film "Jacob's Ladder", main character is me/Tim Robbins. Final death scene is played out but different than film. Boy comes to take me/TR up symbolic stairway, but boy wears train conductor's hat. At first landing where stairway turns to left, boy turns and faces, disappears. I continue, at top of stairs is a middle-aged conductor type taking tickets. Room beyond him is dark. I

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First part I remember is at my parents' house, my father is away. My mother is making some food, I'm very hungry. Too much bread.Downstairs watching TV with mother, while food is cooking. Old Robin Williams standup special is on - he is dressed as "Mork" and makes a lot of early 80's references. Strange shot of an audience member making bizarre facial reactions to RW that seem contrived and

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Watching a movie on TV; Woody Harrelson's character is being interviewed in a luxurious office with a long table by Marlon Brando. It is also kind of class oral report, WH is reading from something. Brando asks him to sing the rest of an answer. I look for the script to re-read this strange sequence, only to find it must have been improvised.Now I am working for some large department store,

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I listen to the entire Kid A record from Radiohead, and it is precisely like the real record, until Morning Bell, which is a new version with different tempo and some heavy guitar on it.Our old cat Bubba shows up later, killing small animals; many animals figure in this dream, but details are lost.

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Nighttime, outside a strange apartment building. In large SUV or Dodge Caravan type car (many rows of seats) with Tom. There is a ghost around the area allegedly; we are a bit nervous but are having fun faking ghost appearances and attacks. Finally ghost arrives, we exit car. We watch car from across the street, back door is open and slamming shut repeatedly by unseen person/ghost. We are amazed,

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Apologies for any avid readers (the few, the insane) that I haven't updated recently. There have been many dreams but no time to write them except in shorthand in a journal. I'll put them up as time permits. But this dream occurred early Wednesday morning 2/5.I "wake up" in my parents' house; it is mostly dark and empty of people. On the landing near the front door are set a multitude of candles

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Hanging around with EA, eating something. Whatever it is, it seems to have a large metal ring (shower curtain size) at its core. I am apprehensive when I realized I have accidentally swallowed the ring, which is not meant to be eaten. This happens twice. I feel ok, but anxiety starts to set in; rings may be cutting off air supply.Long sequence another night, much is forgotten. A gig taking place

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I'm younger, at parents' house, wanting to stay home from school. My mother is ok with this, I might be sick with fever or something, though I explore other escape scenarios. Unnecessary when I see it is already after 4pm. Watching a Radiohead interview on TV, Thom Yorke is saying something about when they "worked in the 70's", which I am perplexed by. I'm looking at and listening to a Radiohead

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Extremely interesting (and perhaps embarrassing) symbolically...it seems I've become wrapped up in some "urban legend" about a (toy) snakethat cannot be destroyed...Earlier my father asked me to unplug my computer for some reason, at some type of large party. The computeris in some type of backstage area. Later this becomes some type of surprise Xmas party and I've gotten a new computerwhich

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First sequence, some type of recording business going on, working with Vangelis. A new Jon A. record is being produced, I get a call from the producer, "Jonathan Slummett", he seems very eager to work. I tell him I heard some rough mixes and liked them. I begin to think of some ideas for the record.Later, cleaning for the holidays at my parents' house, Mom asks me to find the Glade Furniture

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Some type of Iraq invasion. A long desert road (from Baghdad to nowhere...), and I am somewhat excited to be in the thick of the action. Planes pass over head, drop bombs in threes.It took some time to get to this area, had to pass through some type of country house, out the back door, after 'basic training' was over. There was also another sequence around a tree-lined lake, on the journey. This

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Very long with many sequences that are jumbled now.Some type of high school reunion, speaking with a small group of males and females, we are very close, friendship-wise and also physically, wrapped in a tight huddle talking and laughing. Others are jealous. At some point everyone is leaving, I hang back and talk to some stragglers, David K, David J, even NL strangely; I tell him I put myself on

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Only fragments; the Lord of the Nazgul appears in my apartment, standing sideways. Later, some photo shoot on a beach, one subject runs frantically to the water and starts swimming out.

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Some type of nighttime, huge gym class brought by bus to play softball behind North Ridge Elementary School. I don't want to play, waiting on bus with others, names for players are being called out alphabetically. At some point outside MF is there with two friends. I apologize to the friends for the way they've seen me in the past but warn them that they will again. Later they are with some guy

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Sort of a Saturday Night Live set, I'm watching from the side, Alanis Morrisette is about to perform (though she is unrecognizable by end of this sequence.) It is sort of a flashback so they are going to play "You Oughta Know" so I check to see if Flea is sitting in - he is. I am now playing guitar, but the singer has either forgotten the words, her mic is not working, or she is just scared, or

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On vacation with parents, or something, nighttime, in a high rise luxury hotel. There is a strange group; one big guy wearing a black trenchcoat and hat, followed by 7-8 Asian girls. They are coming out of our hotel suite through a sliding glass door in the back, I am out on the patio.He tells me to lock that door, he had a problem with it. The sense I get from that is that they are actually

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Some strange warehouse type place; people around. I have become involved somehow with EV in some type of alcove where laundry is being done. In the main room there is a large conference table. CW and friends are there and he sees me. JZ is there. I am wondering if he is going to be upset as we seem to all converge at the "council" table.It turns out JZ is upset; in fact, more upset than could

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