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Dream of: 23 December 2013 "The Wolf And The Skunk"



prepare for transformation

*My father (probably in his 50s) and I are sitting in the living of the Farmhouse of my father's Gallia County Farm (almost 400 acres of hilly land in Gallia County, Ohio). He's recently sunk several wells for oil, but he hasn't struck anything yet. As he is sitting with his back to one of the large picture windows, I look past him through the window and see a gusher of oil suddenly erupt right outside the Farmhouse. A ferocious stream of black oil shoots into the sky. I jump up and tell him what I see, but by the time he turns around, the gusher has stopped. My father and I rush outside and see that a black cloud of misty oil has floated overhead to the rear of the Farmhouse. I look at the hill behind the Farmhouse and see another gusher erupting near the top of that hill. Then a third gusher erupts up on the hill. I blurt to my father that all the wells are tied together. I'm convinced that a giant oil field lies under the ground and all the wells are tapping into the same source.
Quite a bit of activity is taking place behind the Farmhouse where oil workers are toiling. A huge truck pulls off the road into the area behind the Farmhouse. Apparently my father is buying this truck. I tell him not to spend too much because he needs to conserve his capital. He mentions that he has some old bills which he's been owed for years and that he intends to collect those. After he asks me a question about suing someone for an old bill, I tell him that he can bring a law suit as long as the bill isn't past the statute of limitations, which I say is five years. I add that he can actually sue someone if the bill is more than five years old, but the defendant can use the statute of limitations as a defense against the lawsuit. I say that it might be worthwhile to bring the lawsuit because the statue-of-limitations defense might not be raised, he which case he could take his judgment against the defendant anyway.
I walk around the area behind the Farmhouse and see that much work needs to be done here. I think I'll probably work here for a couple days. It seems as if I've borrowed some money from my father and now I'm going to work it off. I see some large piles of logs which need to be cleared out. A couple big semi-trucks show up hauling some large equipment on the trailers behind them. There's also a big pile of scrap metal. I mention to someone that the metal is worth something and that it could be sold.
As I stand at the top of the bank of a deep gulley behind the Farmhouse, I see two skunks running at the bottom of the gulley. They run up to the top of the bank near me and just as they reach the top, my pet Dalmatian Picasso (1995-2009) runs over and grabs the head of one of the skunks. Suddenly from somewhere a wolf appears. It also jumps on the skunk and grabs it with its teeth. Picasso, who manages to pull out the tongue of the skunk, walks over to the side and starts eating the tongue. The wolf lets go of the skunk which falls back down to the bottom of the gully. The skunk no longer looks like a skunk, but like an all-white animal which is lying there dead. The wolf disappears, but it leaves behind a large piece of something which looks like a plastic bladder which it has pulled out of the inside of the skunk. I really don't like seeing an animal torn apart like that, but there's nothing I can do about it now.
I notice what appears to be a small snake lying at the top of the bank, but it turns out to be a worm. At the bottom of the gulley I see a very large furry snake which slithers into a pile of something. I notice it has an additional tail sticking out the rear of its body and I wonder if it was actually a snake after all. I point it out to my nephew Steven, who is now standing beside me. It looks like something to be avoided.
It seems that many animals are in the area because no one has been living in the Farmhouse for a while. The animals seem to have taken over. If so many animals are here close to the Farmhouse, I wonder what its like back in the wide-ranging woods which surround the Farm.

Dream of: 17 December 2013 "The Love Of God"


lucidity leads to God

I'm sitting in a movie theater with a thin woman on my right who seems like Katharine Hepburn. Although she's probably in her 60s, she's strangely sensuous, and I'm enjoying her company. I even have my right arm around her shoulder and am relishing the feel of her supple body. I'm amazed that I would be with Katharine Hepburn, but for some reason I think I am.
Abruptly I awaken and realize that I've been dreaming. I'm disappointed because I had been enjoying the dream so much. So I decide to go back to sleep to see if I can continue with the dream. I return to sleep, and sure enough, I again find myself with the same woman. Now, however, we are no longer at the theater, but inside a house where a party seems to be taking place.
I feel sure that I'm dreaming again, but my wonderment that I was able to awaken from a dream, return to sleep, and pick up with the same dream, causes me to question whether I am indeed dreaming. I reflect that I've been wanting to have a lucid dream and the thought occurs to me that I'm having a lucid dream right now. I don't know how to test this theory, but it occurs to me that if I were able to float upside down, I could be sure that I'm dreaming. I'm sitting down on a chair and I'm amazed that I'm able to rise into the air and turn upside down in the air - still in a sitting position. It seems absolutely incredible that I find myself floating upside down and I find great difficulty believing that this is happening.
Fully lucid now, I suddenly remember the "task of the month" from the Lucid Views web site. Remembering that I'm supposed to accomplish a task when I become lucid in a dream, I start trying to remember "What was the task? What was the task?" Suddenly I remember two of the tasks. I recall that one task is to ask someone what they're thankful for. I also remember that another task had to do with becoming a wolf. Trying to chose between the two tasks, I think that becoming a wolf would be the better task, but it might be too difficult, especially since I'm floating upside down. Since other people are in the room, I decide that I should try to complete the easier task of asking someone what he's thankful for. I'm all excited because I didn't think I'd ever be able to remember a task like this. It seems so unreal that this is happening.
Reveling in my lucidity, I float around upside down over top of these people with my head at about the same level as the people and I try to get someone's attention. I first see a little boy and I think of asking him, but then I see a man who looks like a better candidate. I float over top of him - still upside down in a seated position - with my head close to his. When I try to ask him, however, I can't seem to talk. I persevere and continue trying to ask the man the question - what are you thankful for? - until somehow I'm able to telepathically ask him the question. I'm afraid I'm losing control of the situation and the man will not hear me and will not answer the question. At the same time, I seem to be saying to myself, "What would be a good answer? What would be a good answer?" and suddenly in my mind I hear the response, "I'm thankful for the love of God."
I'm not sure if the man telepathically answered me, of if the answer came from my own mind, but I'm overwhelmed by the profundity of this answer. It almost seems as if this is the response that I wanted to hear, and I'm unsure but what I just thought up the answer myself.
I stand back up on my feet and awaken from the dream. I want to write down the dream so I don't forget it. I sit down and I write down the words "I'm thankful for the love of God" and am preparing to write the rest of the dream when I see my old friend Melanie (an English professor at Southern Methodist University whom I first met around 1987) walk through the room. I now realize that I'm in her house and that she is the one giving this party. I want to tell someone what I've just experienced and I think if I tell Melanie my dream right now, then I won't forget it. I start trying to tell her the dream, but she is busy with something and doesn't seem to have time at the moment to listen to the dream.
I follow her into the adjoining room where she has been laying out a table with abnormally large pieces of exotic Latin-American-looking fruit. I'm now quite hungry and am particularly drawn to some large pieces of fruit which look like grapefruit which is arranged on a multi-tiered round glass structure in the middle of the table. I ask her if I can have a piece. She responds, but I don't quite hear what she says. Nevertheless, I pick up a large piece of fruit and I and start eating it. I then follow Melanie back to the main room where I see more fruit laid out in a more customary arrangement and I wonder if I should have taken the piece from the glass structure, which now seems as if it was almost like some kind of decorative structure. I wonder if Melanie is miffed because I took that fruit. I'm going to eat it anyway, I'm so hungry.

Dream Commentary

The task of asking a dream character what they are thankful for was actually one of the tasks for November, but I didn't realize that until well after I woke up and had recorded the dream.

Dream of: 16 December 2013 "The Fortune Teller"

I'm on the large business lot which my father owns in New Boston, Ohio. Recalling that my father has rented out the brick office building on the lot to a fortune teller, I decide to have my fortune told. I've never even met the fortune teller before, but I have the feeling that her name is Rosita. I walk into the building and I meet her. She's a black-haired gypsy-type (probably in her mid 30s) with bright red lipstick. She's attractive but I'm not attracted to her. We face each other and she scrutinizes my face. I don't really believe in fortune-telling to begin with, but I think this might be interesting. I decide to show no expression because I don't want to give her any facial cues. I slightly smile once, but I quickly stop because I don't want to betray any hints about what I'm thinking. As she stares at me, her face puckers up and her eyes cross so they're both looking straight at her nose. She is perplexed, almost catatonic, as she tries to figure me out. She finally stops and walks outside.
*I look around the room. Until now, I hadn't paid any attention to the interior. Three plush maroon armchairs are sitting in one corner. A couple attractive antique wooden bureaus are sitting against one wall.
I look outside and notice that quite a few people are gathered out there in front of the building and on both sides. I start thinking that this might not be a good time to have my fortune told since so many people are outside and the fortune teller could be making money by telling their fortunes.
I walk outside and see a slightly chubby woman (about 30 years old) who had come here with me. She's dressed in off-white. I had forgotten about her (she indistinctly resembles Fuzzyant, a woman whose dreams I first started reading on the Dream Journal web site in 2009). I tell her that I'm going to go ahead and leave.
The fortune teller and I then walk back inside the building and I tell her I think I'll wait and come back another time because she could make some money from the other people. I also say "You owe me," because I paid her $20 to tell my fortune, and she still hasn't done anything. I reflect that she makes her appointments by phone, but I don't want to simply call her later and tell her that I'm coming to see her. I tell her I'll wait until one day when I see only one car here. Then I'll stop and wait until she's finished with that one person. She agrees with me and she walks back outside.
I'm sitting on the side of a bed and I'm ready to stand up, when a tall slender fellow walks in from outside. Around 30 years old, he's wearing a white tee-shirt and looks like a redneck. He's carrying a rifle which he points at the wall behind me, and fires. He then turns the rifle toward the west wall and fires again. For a moment, it doesn't even fully register with me what he's done, but when I finally realize that he's shooting holes in the white stucco walls, I order, "Get out, buddy".
He takes offense and he fires the rifle again. I'm surprised the rifle is able to be fired so many times. As he starts to walk out a door in the rear of the building, he turns back around and points the rifle right at me. I blurt, "You crazy bastard." He turns and walks out of the building. I just sit here, feeling numb, leaning over on the bed.

Dream of: 12 December 2013 "Trip To El Salvador"

*My ex-wife Carolina (only around 20 years old), another fellow (also around 20 years old, who is either Carolina's husband or boyfriend) and I have all traveled together to El Salvador. We decide to spend the night and I'm thinking that this will be the first time that Carolina has ever spent the night in El Salvador. We all walk around a rectangular pool or fountain (perhaps 10 by 20 meters) which is below street level. I leave them there, intending to return shortly. I also leave Kirsten (the brindle pit bull that I take care of).
After being away just a short while, I return and discover that they have all disappeared. Flustered, I figure they've taken off somewhere and that they expect me to wait around for them. I recall that we arrived here in a little red car and I think I can go to the car and wait for them there. I think I could simply leave them here, but I'm sure I won't to that. Many other people are walking around the pool and finally I see Kirsten. I holler "Picasso" (the name of my former pet Dalmatian) and she comes running to me. Once I have her, I'm not sure where I'm going to do next. I'm definitely not happy how this is all turning out.

Dream of: 11 December 2013 "Lesson In Flying"



the story is the essence of a dream

*My ex-wife Carolina (around 20 years old) and I have moved into a small white concrete building located on the large business lot which my father owns in New Boston, Ohio. The building only has one tiny little room. Carolina and I are cleaning some junk out of the building and arranging things inside. A couple small beds take up almost the whole room. I pick up one bed and lean it against the wall in order to create more space. I want to use the two chairs which are in the room so we'll have a place to sit.
When I walk outside, instead of the normal vacant lot, I find the building surrounded by many trees. I notice a blue jay holding a flat piece of concrete (around three centimeters in diameter) in its beak and I assume the jay is going to use the concrete as part of a nest. Sure enough, it flies up into a huge nest (almost a meter in diameter) built in the fork of two gigantic limbs and it starts busily working on its nest and moving the leaves around. Just as I point the jay out to Carolina and tell her that we will soon see some baby blue jays, I notice a gray cat sitting on the edge of the nest. I pick up a couple rocks and throw them at the cat which promptly jumps away. The threat of the cat removed, the blue jay continues working.
I see a large gray animal moving toward me through the trees and I realize that the animal is a hippopotamus. Astounded, I tell Carolina that I just saw a hippopotamus. As I look at the animal closer, however, I see that it has a big horn on its nose and I realize that it isn't a hippo, but a rhinoceros. By now the rhino has walked over close to the road and some children have climbed onto its back. It looks rather dangerous to me, but there's nothing I can do about it, so I let it pass.
As I walk around through the trees, a man dressed like a forest ranger walks up to me. We start talking and he begins giving me some instructions about moving into this building. It turns out that the little building is something like a dormitory room. Apparently many other similar little buildings are in the area, although the others are up higher on the hill which rises beside the lot. My building is apparently at the bottom rung.
As we talk, the man touches my chest and tells me that I'm not allowed to wear tee-shirts with wrinkles. I look down at my tee- shirt and notice that it does have a few wrinkles. I'm unsure if the man is trying to tell me that my shirt is wrinkled.
I ask the man if he's a ranger here and he tells me that he is. I mention that my father owns this hill and the neighboring hill. I somewhat proudly tell him that my father lives at the top of the hill in the big white house which can be see from all over Portsmouth. As we talk, we walk along a path which leads up the side of the hill. It simply looks live a green levy at first, but when we reach the top, we are high at the top of the hill from which we can see the valley far below. We reach a rock cliff with a path along the side. At first there is a railing, then the railing ends and there is nothing to prevent someone from falling off. As the ranger continues walking along the narrow path, I stop in fear - we are extremely high. I even crouch down on my hands and knees. I am much too frightened to walk along the narrow path with the rock wall on one side and the steep cliff on the other. The ranger turns around and walks back to me.
I know what the ranger is going to do even before he does it: suddenly he jumps off the side of the cliff! He starts plummeting toward the valley far below, but he's somehow able to control his descent. He holds out his arms and legs with his face toward the ground as he floats gently toward the earth. He floats almost all the way to the bottom, then somehow he starts floating back up. I'm totally astonished that he's able to do this. He floats all the way back up and lands right next to me. It's incredible. I can't believe that anyone could do that, especially since I'm still crouching in fright on my hands and knees.
I stand up and the ranger and I start walking back down the hill. When we reach the bottom, we walk into an attractive wooden building and walk out onto a balcony on the second or third floor. Some other fellows who apparently live here are also standing on the balcony. We can see other people standing down below us.
The ranger looks a bit different now. He's no longer wearing his uniform. He's muscular, has black hair and is only around 20 years old. Abruptly he walks over to the edge of the balcony and begins singing in the most beautiful voice. I tell the other fellows standing here that this fellow is incredible and I tell them about how he jumped off the cliff on top of the hill. Now he's singing so beautiful. Obviously he's multi-talented. I'm totally impressed by this fellow's abilities - he's like some kind of superman.

Dream Commentary

I'm tempted to think that the other little buildings on the side of the hill house dream-writers from the Dream Journal web site, while I can't help but think that the ranger in this dream is representative of some of the dream-writers on the Dream Views web site, some of whom have extraordinary abilities.

Dream of: 08 December 2013 "The Eye Of The Storm"



dreams are encounters with truth

I'm sitting on the ground floor of a big brick building which is part of a private school which seems like a college. Other students are in the room and I'm sitting at a table with a couple girls (in their late teens) who are eating. They're talking about the students who attend this college. Apparently about 100 people live here at the school and they are divided into two sections. One section consists of 64 people who are students, while the other section consists of 29 people who aren't even students. I'm surprised that so few students actually attend this school. I'm thinking that I could even stay in the school if I wanted, but I'm still not sure how the room and board is set up.
I'm a bit self-conscious about eating with these girls. They seem like the flippity high-class type. I spill a tiny bit of food on the table. I'm unsure that I'm displaying proper table manners.
Finally I stand up. One whole side of the room is covered with big glass windows and glass doors. I walk outside for a moment and am surprised to see six or seven big funnel clouds hovering over houses on the distant horizon. I holler out, "Tornado!"
I watch as the tornadoes tear into the houses. I think I can safely watch for a bit and still have time to run into the building and head to the basement before the tornadoes reach me. I want to watch as long as I can. The sight is quite spectacular. Lightning flashes over the perimeters of some of the funnel clouds. Suddenly a big piece of something which looks like the roof of a house flies up into the air. Lighting strikes it and creates a dazzling show as the edges of the flying roof light up before falling back to the earth.
I step back inside the building. I plan to head to the basement when I hear someone say something about not opening the basement door at the bottom of the stairs. I think about 50 people are already gathered in a big room in the basement, but I don't think I'll be able to go in, so I'll have to huddle outside the basement door.
Ten or fifteen people are still here in this room and are watching the tornadoes through the big window. I think its now dangerous to remain here, but they don't seem to be concerned and they continue watching the action.
The wind picks up as one of the funnel clouds seems to hit the building, but the wind still doesn't seem strong enough to force me to the basement. Suddenly the wind seems to stop, and I think that this is the "eye of the storm" . I think to myself that if the back half of the tornado is no worse than the front half, I should be able to weather this without problem.

Dream of: 06 December 2013 "Unreal Scenario"



procrastination is a sin

*My old friend Wunder (whom I first met in 1981 when we attended law school together in Waco, Texas) is visiting me early in the morning. Abruptly realizing that I have completely forgotten about a court case which is set for a hearing today, I quickly begin getting ready to go to the courthouse. I grab the files and leave with Wunder (around 30 years old), my mother (around 40 years old), and a child who is with my mother.
*We take an elevator to get to the courthouse. On the elevator I point out to Wunder that we are not simply going up in the elevator, but that we are actually moving horizontally from Dallas to the courthouse in Fort Worth where the hearing is being held. We quickly arrive at the courthouse, a place where I haven't been in years. We walk into a delicatessen on the ground floor of the courthouse and all sit down at a round table. I have a big stack of papers which I spread out on the table as I try to remember the details of the case.
*I'm utterly unprepared, but I figure I still have about an hour before the hearing will begin. I'm beginning to think that I actually have two cases which I've filed in order to dissolve an injunction. These cases have been going on for years and years and I don't even remember the details as to why I'm trying to dissolve the injunction. I haven't been in touch with my clients, so I don't know if they're even going to show up today.
Wunder looks at some of the papers and tries to be help me figure out the case. I imagine that he's astonished to see me operating in such chaos.
I also remember that in this case I filed a special motion and a brief which had something to do with nuclear power. That was years ago and now I'm not even sure that the nuclear power issue is even pertinent to this case. Now I can't remember any of the details of the case. I'm trying to figure it out, but time is running out, and I need to go upstairs to the courtroom.
When we all stand up, I become aware of my attire. I realize that I'm dressed inappropriately for court. I'm wearing a checkered brown flannel shirt, big light-brown brogan shoes, and blue jeans with a hole in the right knee. I also realize that the judge might require that attorneys wear a sports jacket and a tie. I think I might be able to run somewhere and buy a tie - I still have probably ten minutes before court starts. I look at Wunder who is immaculately dressed in a dark suit, a white shirt, and a blue tie which even has a little gold chain on it. I suggest that he might be able to lend me his tie, but he balks at the suggestion and seems disinclined to give me his tie. I figure that asking for his jacket would likewise be futile.
Being dressed this way seems a bit odd because I distinctly remember going to my closet and pulling out my old black pin-stripped suit. I know I haven't worn the suit in years, but at least it was still a suit. Now, however, I'm dressed the way I am.
*After we stand up, we hear a loud voice which seems to be coming from a loudspeaker. One whole wall of the delicatessen is a window through which we can look out onto the street where some kind of gathering is taking place. A semi-truck is sitting with its back open in the middle of a crowd and something which looks like the interior of a radio station has been set up in the back of the semi. A man sitting at a desk is giving a news broadcast on a loudspeaker. He sounds like Rush Limbaugh, but I can see that he isn't Limbaugh. Wunder becomes interested and he wants to stay and listen to what the man has to say. I figure that Wunder isn't used to seeing a spectacle like that, but I don't have time to wait around, so I head toward the elevator without Wunder. I think he'll join us when he's ready.
After boarding the elevator, my mother and I arrive on one of the upper floors of the courthouse where we find ourselves standing in a hallway. I think we are going to court #2 which is some kind of special court. Other attorneys all wearing suits and ties are walking around the hallway. I need to find out if the opposing attorney is already here. Maybe I'll be lucky and he won't show up. I know he's going to be astonished at the way I'm dressed.
I'm also carrying a big stack of unopened envelopes which I grabbed when I left the house. I quickly look through them, thinking I might have received something from the court regarding this case. I have all sorts of vanilla envelopes as well as regular white envelopes. I see one white envelope which looks as if it might be regarding this case. Since I'm in a hurry, I hand the envelope to my mother and tell her to open it. I look at a clock on the wall and I see that we still have seven minutes before the hearing. She opens the envelope and hands the letter to me. I see that it contains a motion "to remove stay". Its from an old bankruptcy case with which I didn't even know I was still involved. It seems curious that the word "remove" was used instead of the usual "lift". It looks as if it has something to do with Time-Warner. I think I need to attend to this matter latter - at the moment I simply need to concentrate on getting into the court room on this case.
I look for the docket sheet which I think might be posted on the wall, but I don't see anything. I need to go into the courtroom and check with the court clerk about the case. Since the case is so old, I can just imagine that it will be the first one on the docket and that I'll be the first one to step up in front of the judge. I wonder if I should apologize for the way I'm dressed, but decide that I probably shouldn't even bring up the subject - I'll just roll the dice and see what happens. At least I'm on time. Being late would have been a terrible disaster. The case would have then probably been dismissed and I would be pleading with the judge to reopen it. At least I won't have to be doing that.
I just wish I wouldn't have waited until the last minute. If I had just started working on the case one day ago, I would have been prepared. Now I have to go into the courtroom without even being sure what the case is about.
This whole scenario just seems so bizarre, I almost wonder if I'm imagining the whole thing. Maybe this is all just some kind of premonition. It certainly seems real, but I'm hoping that somehow this isn't even real and that I'm just imagining all this.

Dream of: 02 December 2013 "The Godfather's Protection"



long-held beliefs sometimes need changed

I work for Don Vito Corleone (the character played by Marlon Brando in The Godfather). His sons and I have gone on a job, perhaps a bank robbery. I'm the driver of a big black sedan. When we all come out of the place where the job took place, we have to walk around an extra block due to the location which I chose to park the car. This causes problems because extra time is needed to reach the car. After we reach the car and depart, I'm blamed for the faulty parking of the car. I don't think this is my fault since I was only following directions when I parked the car. One of the sons (who seems like Sonny) especially places the blame on me and I almost have the feeling that he wants to get rid of me.
When we all meet again with the Godfather, we're standing in front of a hole which resembles a grave. During the course of the job, we had used some large tools such as shovels. Sonny now wants to dispose of the tools and he has placed them in the grave-like hole. The Godfather, however, doesn't agree that we should dispose of the tools. Sonny frowns as I retrieve the tools and begin putting them up, but the Godfather agrees with what I'm doing. I know that I have the protection of the Godfather and that no one will bother me because the Godfather likes me and protects me.
My ex-wife Carolina (around 20 years old) - who seems to be the daughter of the Godfather - drives me to another location to pick up more members of the Godfather's team. One of them seems to be Tessio. I know they won't bother me unless the Godfather has ordered it. I know they would be more than willing to kill me if the Godfather had ordered it, but I also know that I have the protection of the Godfather, so I feel secure.
They've left a bunch of blankets, sacks and other things lying on the ground for me to pick up. After Carolina stops the car, I step out of the car, start picking up things and putting them in the car, but there's more stuff than I anticipated. Finally I walk over to the car where Carolina is simply sitting and I ask her why she isn't helping me. She says she has simply been waiting for me to ask her. It turns out that she wants to help, but that she wasn't going to do so unless I asked her. This corresponds to some kind of belief which she has about not helping unless asked. This reminds me of one of the basic beliefs of the Godfather: be slow to acquire a belief, but stick to a belief once acquired. It seems as if this is what Carolina is doing - sticking to her belief.
I ask her to help me and she willingly steps from the car to do so.

Dream of: 01 December 2013 "Super Being"



empathy can be a powerful weapon

I'm watching a scene taking place on a space ship which has approximately ten people on board. I'm not only watching the people, but I feel as if I'm all ten people at the same time. All the focus is on one character, Worf (from Star Trek), who is in the kitchen and is climbing up the side of some kitchen cabinets (somewhat in the mode of Seth Brundle, the character played by Jeff Goldblum in the movie The Fly). Suddenly he begins to feel a pain inside him and he screams out. He realizes that a creature has somehow entered into his body and taken control of it. He screams two or three times and finally he screams at the other people to blast him. He knows that he can't remove the creature from his body.
One or two of the others fire strong blasts of energy at Worf. The blasts don't kill Worf and so another blast is fired, likewise without effect. Suddenly one of the women realizes what is going on. She starts screaming about "empathy" and she screams at everyone to stop. Everyone realizes at the same time that Worf isn't being killed by the energy blasts, but that he's absorbing the energy. He's now obviously changing into a super powerful being. As he transforms in front of everyone, they all realize what they've done. The creature inside of Worf has now completely taken over and transformed itself into a super being.
Someone says that a blast of energy could still be fired at Worf's eyebrow. Immediately Worf emits an energy pulse which strikes that person. It looks as if the energy came from his eyebrow. It also looks as if Worf is now so powerful that no one will be able to stop him.
Although I'm able to feel what everyone is feeling, I especially feel like Worf.

Dream of: 30 November 2013 "When Time Has Washed Away The Tears"

I'm on a bus in Portsmouth, which seems like a much larger city than normal. I'm traveling north on Scioto Trail, then turn east on Coles Boulevard. Since I've never taken this bus before, I'm unsure that it will take me where I want to go. I talk to another passenger about the route, and I think I might have to get off and walk part of the way to where I'm going.
I have a notebook with me, and suddenly I think that I want to write a poem. I know that writing a poem can be complicated, but I seem to feel a poem naturally building up in me. Whatever the rules of writing poetry might be, I seem to feel as if I intuitively know what I'm doing. I write the first lines of the poem, "When time has washed away the tears."
I'm conceptualizing what I want to say. I'm not thinking of the tears of a single person, but of humanity in general. I'm also thinking of a long time period, such as a thousand years. I'm thinking that at a certain point, everyone who is now alive will be dead, and that after a long time period, such as a thousand years, all the tears of people who are now living will have long since disappeared. In the first line of the poem, I'm basically trying to express the theme that all sorrow eventually disappears.

Dream of: 26 November 2013 "When Buddha Was Buried"

Clifford (whom I first met when we attended the 7th grade together in 1964) and I are in a house (which somewhat resembles the Grandview Avenue House in Portsmouth where I lived with my mother in 1970). Clifford (around 30 years old) seems to be living in this house, although I'm not quite sure of that. Clifford's wife is also in the house.
I have a little bit of marijuana which I intend to smoke in the basement. I know that Clifford is straight and I don't think he has ever smoked pot, or at least not more than once or twice in his life. I think that trying pot would be good for him for him and that he would benefit from getting high. I invite him to descend to the basement and smoke with me and he seems to agree to do so. I say, "You're going to get so happy."
He comes down to the basement with me. I light up a joint, take a couple hits, and hand the joint to him. He takes two or three hits. I wish he would take more, but he has to go back upstairs. I hope he smoked enough to feel it.
A pudgy girl (15-16 years old) walks half-way down the basement stairs and stands there. She's dressed in white and wearing a rather short skirt. As she's leaning over the banister, I hold the remaining little bit of the joint close to her face just as it goes out. My finger is so close to her face, I almost feel like tickling her chin, but I don't. I wonder how old she is and I reflect that she's clearly too young for me. She walks back upstairs and disappears.
I see Clifford standing up at the top of the stairs. I'm wondering if he's high, but I can't really tell by looking at him. I'm feeling the marijuana, but only moderately. Clifford reaches down and hands me a paperback book with a colorful cover on which is printed the title "Buddhism". I say something like, "I like Buddhism. I like to think about it."
I open the book and discover that one section of the book has come loose from the binding and has been stuck in the back of the book. The first page of that section has a chapter heading at the top which reads, "Hallucination". This seems like a perfect example of my belief of the relationship between Buddhism and drugs: both Buddhism and drugs are involved with the subject of hallucination. I appreciate the book and I tell Clifford that I like to think about the intricacies of Buddhism.
I abruptly have a memory of Clifford having given me something else about Buddhism just yesterday or the day before. I try to remember what he gave me and I seem to recall seeing a picture of the grave of Buddha. Recalling in my mind the picture of a freshly dug mound of dark-brown dirt under which Buddha was supposedly recently buried, I try to describe my sudden memory of the the picture by blurting, "Oh, when Buddha was buried."

Dream of: 25 November 2013 "Anti-Gun"
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I'm out in the country at a brick house on a large lot owned by my mother. The house sits on the side of a hill with a thick forest behind it up on the hillside. Another house also sits on a large lot next-door on the side of the hill. I go outside and witness some commotion taking place next door - the police are over there. As I watch the activity, I gather that a gun has been lost from the neighboring house and that the police are investigating the loss. Finally, the neighbor - a tall thin man around 40 years - emerges from the back of the neighboring house with a large military gun which sits on a tripod. I know that this is the gun which was supposed to have been lost. The police leave.
The man proceeds to lug the gun over into our yard, set it up, and start shooting up into the trees behind our house. Then he returns to his house with the gun.
I'm infuriated by what I've just seen. I know that my mother lives out here alone and I don't know whether she has given the neighbor permission to shoot the gun in her yard like that. I also know that my mother is incapacitated and can hardly move around.
I have my own problems: I have some kind of disease and I'm also hardly able to move. I can't walk and I'm pulling myself around on the ground. I manage to pull myself back inside our house where I'm surprised to find the neighbor's tall thin blond-haired son (around 20 years old) walking around the house. When I ask him whether he has permission to be in this house, he ignores me and continues walking around the house.
A woman walks into the house. She at least is friendly. I talk with her and learn that she is a housekeeper for the neighbor, from which I conclude that the neighbor must have a little money if he can afford a housekeeper to stay in the house when he isn't there.
The son walks back into the living room and leaves a fishing rod lying on the floor. I think about standing up and throwing the fishing rod outside, but I can hardly move and I'm unable to do that.
My mother walks into the room. She's up and walking around, but she doesn't look like herself. She's a thin woman probably about 50 years old. I ask her about these people, but she doesn't seem to respond to my questions. It looks as if I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands.
Suddenly I notice that the neighbor is actually sitting in an easy chair right here in the living room. Now he's wearing glasses and he looks oriental. I know this is the same fellow (even though he looks different) and I tell him he has to leave. I say, "Look buddy, I don't want you in this house. Are you going to leave or not."
My problem is that this house belongs to my mother and I'm not sure what she thinks about all this. If this were my house, I would be doing things differently and I wouldn't be standing for any of this. Since the house belongs to my mother, however, I don't actually have the authority to throw anyone out. Nevertheless, even without authority, I'm throwing the man out.
I'm thinking that I'm going to tell the neighbor and his son that I'm "anti-gun". I don't believe in guns. I don't even believe in military guns. I think I might even say that I'm a vegetarian - which seems somehow related to being anti-gun - but I decide it isn't appropriate to bring up that subject at the moment. Along that line of thought, however, I think that when the neighbor was shooting into the trees, he would have hit any birds or squirrels or other animals which might have been in the trees. I reflect that I've witnessed quite an amazing chain of events here.
In his left hand the neighbor is holding a book with a dust jacket which he has found here in the house. He pulls out a cigarette lighter and sets the book on fire. He stands up and throws the book on the carpet in the corner of the room. The fellow then walks out of the house. I immediately view this as a case of arson and I think I must call the police. I walk toward the book to see if the house is catching fire.

Dream of: 24 November 2013 "Sexual Dilemma"
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I'm in the country at the house of Eubanks (a guitarist whom I've known since 1972). A party is taking place and a crowd of people is mingling in the pleasant yard outside the house. Other houses are in the area, but I'm unsure whether people live in those houses. Wheat (an attorney friend whom I've known since 1987) shows up and brings me a six-pack of beer which I stick in a refrigerator. Quite a few attractive women are present and I enjoy circulating among them. When I finally decide to drink a beer, I look for my six-pack in the refrigerator, but I can't find it. Nevertheless, I manage to locate some beer and soon have a green bottle of beer in each hand. One bottle looks as if some of the beer has already been drunk from it. After I ask some of the women if they want beer, I pull more beer from the refrigerator and hand them out to the women.
I feel as if I want to be with one of the women, and I feel one woman standing so close behind me that she's breathing on the back of my neck. I mumble to her, "Let's go somewhere."
She responds, "Let's go now."
I'm not even sure which woman she is, but I know that all the women were attractive and probably in their 30s. I figure I'll just let myself be surprised when I finally see which one she is. I know we can go to a nearby house and be alone, so - still without having seen which woman she is - I start walking toward the house.
A black fellow intercepts me and tells me that he'll pay me $10 for a beer. I'm just about to stop and get one for him, when I realize that these beers don't even belong to me.
Suddenly, I have another realization: I've stopped having sex. This will be embarrassing if I go into the house with the woman and then have to tell her that I can't have sex with her. The problem is that I really feel like having sex. What am I going to do? I want to have sex, but I've decided that I'm not going to have sex anymore. This is definitely a dilemma. I definitely feel like having sex with this woman right now and I think that she's going to be willing. What to do?

Dream of: 23 November 2013 (2) "The Ballad"

I'm sitting in a fancy restaurant with a rather peculiar arrangement. There is only one long table in a narrow room just big enough for the table and chairs. Perhaps 40-50 people are sitting crowded together along both sides of the table. I'm sitting in the last seat at one end of the table in the corner with walls behind me on two sides. Although we're all sitting packed together at the same table, I don't know anyone here, or at least I only vaguely know some of them at best. Several attractive women approach me and ask me questions during the course of the meal. I also receive a couple phone calls on a phone at the table. I feel rather self-important and I have the feeling that people are watching me. About 7 o'clock, I finish my meal.
The restaurant employees begin moving people into the adjoining room, which is also a long thin room. I'm not sure what is happening, but someone says there's going to be a "ballad" in the adjoining room where the chairs are being arranged along the length of the long walls, facing each other, with no table in the middle. Apparently something - perhaps dancing - is going to take place right down the middle of the room.
All the other people have already moved into the adjoining room, but I'm still sitting at the table in my chair in the corner. I'm not sure that I'm going to take part in the activity in the adjoining room. When the proprietor of the restaurant walks in and steps up to me, I say something about how I'm not sure, and he acts simply shocked, almost as if I've committed some kind of crime. He intimates that this is an absolutely fabulous thing which I'm about to experience. Reflecting that I don't often go out and have a festive time like this, I say, "I've lived a sheltered existence."
I stand up and head for the adjoining room. I walk past a mirror in which I can see myself. I'm wearing my brown long-sleeved shirt and my longish brown hair needs cut. I walk into the room and sit down in one of the chairs along the wall. I notice that four or five women sitting in chairs on the other side down at the other end of the room appear to be dressed in white wedding gowns and veils. I'm not sure what that's about.
A friendly woman (probably in her late 40s) who knows me walks in and asks if she may sit down across from me. I remain mute for a moment, then finally say, "Sure," and she sits down in one of the chairs which are facing me along the other wall. I ask her what this is all about. As she tells me, I have the feeling that a long story is going to be sung over many nights. When I ask the woman if the story goes on for several nights, she responds, "Yea."
I'm a little confused because I had thought that dancing was going to take place, but it looks more as if a lengthy song which tells a story will be performed. Apparently, the people sitting here are also going to be somehow involved in this story-song. Obviously the woman across from me has previously been here and she knows about the story, so I would like for her to tell me more about it. I would at least like to know what's going on in the story.


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Dream of: 23 November 2013 "Inner Space"

Three or four young people and I are on a small dark planet somewhere in outer space. We've been here for a while and it seems as if tomorrow we might be taking part in a battle. I'm wondering how I should spend the night before the looming battle. I can see another small planet nearby which I want to reach. I jump onto a small boat-like machine with sails (like something out of the movie Treasure Planet) and I sail across the space between the two planets. The others follow me and we land on the dark surface of the new planet. I soon realize I've traveled to a place where I've never been before and now I'm unsure that we will ever be able to leave. We float over the surface and pass through dark meandering passageways. We're not in complete control of how we move, and I feel as if we somehow need to take control of this situation. Gradually I begin to have a little bit of control over my movement and slowly I begin to realize that I myself almost seem to be creating this strange unknown world through which I'm moving.
The others have almost given up all hope of escaping, but I still want to try a certain passageway. The others seem reluctant to try, but I tell them that we really have nothing to lose at this point. I enter the passageway which quickly opens up into a vast inner world of the planet which is filled with metal walls and machines. We float along through a gigantic inner metallic chamber which somewhat resembles the interior of a spaceship, only more complex.
As we continue along, we encounter other living beings floating inside this chamber. They also seem to be fabricated mental images which I've somehow created. One approaches me. He looks like an oriental fellow who is part of this world, but whom - at the same time - I somehow seem to have created out of my mind. He floats next to me and seems to put his arms around me and envelope me almost like a cloud. We begin to communicate. I have the feeling that he can do something which will give me pleasure. We communicate about music and I infer that he can play music for me. I say, "So you know French music?"
He responds, "Sure," and he starts playing music with English lyrics. I repeat that I want French music and then I begin to hear the most beautiful music with French lyrics. Its almost as if he has read my mind and pulled out something that I love. He seems to know exactly what I want and I recognize this music (which sounds like a combination of Pierre Bachelet and Francis Cabrel with Patricia Kaas mixed in) even though at the moment I can't remember the names of the musicians.
The fellow seems to have completely surrounded me like a mist. One of his hands rests close to my stomach and moves up and down with the music. I'm afraid the others might interpret this movement as something sexual going on between the fellow and me, but there is absolutely nothing sexual going on - the fellow is simply moving his hand with the rhythm of the music.