Thread: Beyond the Gate . . .

Dream 2 ~

. . . Several friends of mine are outside at the high school pool. Some are standing around it and peering over the edge into the clear blue water. Others stand back at the black iron bar gates. I come through the door out to the pool area and wonder what everyone is looking at. I can see from an aerial view angle that everyone is nervous about a thirty-foot crocodile submerged in the pool. The crocodile seems to notice me and glides over to my side of the pool. I take a step back. Some kids take their chance to run around the pool and through the blue double doors to safety. I become ill-at-ease by the crocodile and start to run around the pools edge trying to get away from it. The croc follows my every move. More kids make their way out of the pool area. I continue to run around the pool's edge in my red swimming trunks and blue water shoes. Then, I slip and plunge into the cold water. The croc then swims from the side edge and comes after me fast . . .

Dream 3 ~

. . . Rare orange-striped white Siberian tigers are lazing around in the lush green grasses of Siberia. The tiger cubs pounce and play while the adult tigers lay and gaze toward the sunset . . .

Dream 4 ~

. . . In Bikini Bottom with Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star. They continue with crazy antics and babble on. Patrick takes off his shorts and puts them on his head. Spongebob laughs at him and does the same. They carry on with their bizarre behavior . . .

Dream 5 ~

. . . In a dark preschool or kindergarten room. All that is visible is a large white poster paper with a picture on it. The paper looks as if its from a flip-book. The picture has a cartoon boy on it with blonde hair and blue eyes. His clothes are red and yellow with some other colors. But, his shoes are the most noticeable of all features. They are 'cool' red and yellow Converse All-Stars-style sneakers with fat white laces. The picture and room end just like the end of a motion-picture film . . .

Dream 6 ~

. . . Driving at seventy miles-per-hour down a dark neighborhood street in Citrus Heights. It's Halloween night at around midnight. Some house porch lights are on casting an orange glow over the dark sidewalks and street curbs and gutters. I'm driving in a white Buick Regal with rap or hip/hop music up full blast. Dracula, Frankenstein, the Mummy, and the Werewolf are in the car with me and we're dancing and partying to the music and beats. We're just having a great time. We pull into a driveway and end up in the house. The house is lit with bright yellow-orange lighting. We walk past the living room with an off-white couch and love-seat to the dining room area by a white oak table and chairs. We meet a couple new kids about eleven or twelve-years-old inside the house. They pull out a big, beige, pillowcase-sized sackful of golden butterscotch and caramel candies. My new friends and I take handfuls of candy and consume large amounts until we're full up . . .

Dream 6 ~
June 3, 2003

. . . A countless amount of young busy people in dark-blue-black suits. Bustling through the streets of New York. They're in a rush to get to their respective places. Work, school, home . . . The Twin Towers rise high in the blurry blue and black background. I recognize some familiar faces. Anuj, Nick, Eugene . . . but they pass as fast as they came. It's as if I'm in an underwater or shady, clouded blue world. Everything is moving in fastforward. The scene fades into a transition . . .

Transition 1 ~
June 3, 2003

. . . I'm waiting in bed to get up for junior high school. There is a very important district finals exam in my sixth period history exam. By some unknown power, I am sent forward through time, to the day of the final. The transition through time is almost instant. As the fuzzy white light fades from my eyes I am sitting at my desk in my history class. I'm sitting one or two rows away from the window. Bright, yellow-white sunlight pours through the glass and lights up my side of the room. In front of me on my desk is a yellow sheet of paper. It had two total pages and four sides. In black typewriter or computer print was only a single paragraph question and the rest of the space after the first page was lined for writing. But, I could not understand or even distinguish the question. My pencil was in my hand and ready to write, but then I was sent back to the present time, as instantly as I had been sent forward to the future. I got up and ended up at school by transition. Everything was just the same as my future 'vision', but when I had received the test I still couldn't recognize the question. An experience of enxiety and deja vu . . .

Dream 7 ~

. . . It was the first day of summer school. I got dropped off in front of the school. A bright sunshine filtered through the trees and glimmered down on the bright green grass light spotlights. A big group of kids gathered under the shade of a tree and were all talking excitedly. I made my across the street to toward the tree. I conversed with several people. Mostly new girls. I followed everyone to the front of the office. Papers were posted on the glass telling which class to go to. The bell rang, I ignored the postings and made my way through the crowds of kids and around the side of the school. I went to my classroom, E-1. Everyone was already seated in their seats. I took a spot in the middle row, second or third seat of the classroom. The teacher began to speak to us, but as soon as she started speaking I started to get the feeling that I was in the wrong classroom. I was supposed to take geometry, but I must've gotten mixed up and went to Spanish II by accident. I tried to tell the teacher, but she suggested that I stay and just take a seat towards the back. I sat next to some kid that I thought was familiar. We talked a bit. I don't know what it was about. The bell rang soon. I was the first out of the classroom. I went back around the side of the school to the front. Some kids were hanging out around the front of the school still. I found some of my friends and some met some new people, too. We talked for a while. I noticed some kids were crossing the street, already starting for home. I decided that I would walk home, too. We made our way over a creek and past a quiet neighborhood. Everyone seemes to disappear after that. It was just me and a few other people ahead of me. We made our way through a rocky mountain trail area, past a small lake. The rest of the kids seemed to disappear after that. Only one girl was ahead of me. It was Alexas, my sixth grade crush. I decided to follow her. We were still going through the rocky area. I closed my eyes just for a minute. When I opened them, my surrounding environment had changed. I was no longer on the rocky trail. Alexas was gone. I was alone, in a dark alley at night. It was cold. Stars dotted the blue-black night sky like pinpricks. A single dim street light flickered on and shone a sign that read: WARNING - This spot is known notoriously for rapings and lynchings at this time of night. I just knew for some reason that it was a Tuesday, and that was bad in this spot. The nearest lit street was far away, a sudden wave of fear swept over me . . .

Dream 8 ~
May 31, 2003

. . . Occurences and events happened that I was unaware of. They were surpressed from my memory. My view was distorted, but I could still recall people. As all became clear and clarity returned to me I stood a few feet away from a long wooden oak table with a red cotton tablecloth. Many various varieties of food. They were all set out across the table in large ceramic and wooden bowls, dishes, basins, and pitchers. People of different ethnicities were gathered around the area sharing in conversation and culture. Some were sitting down on the table's pew or bank feasting upon the great variety of foods and drinks. It was a feast. A banquet. I recognized a lot of friends and family. I stepped a bit closer, up to the middle side of the table, to get a closer look. I gazed over some Chinese or Asian-style food. But, the food looked unusual to me. The Chinese noodles or egg fu-yun looked suspiciously like earthworms, and the fortune cookies did not look real. They resembled that of plastic toy fortune cookies. I tried to ignore that particular portion of food and filled my paper Dixie plate with what looked edible. Angelfood cake, bear claws, fried chicken wings, barbecued hot dogs . . . I started for the fortune cookies, but hesitated because they still looked looked false to me. I sat down and joined in on the banquet next to some new people. The sky, as I stared up into it, was a light violet color. Faint puffy white clouds rose in the distant sky's dark violet horizon . . .

Dream 9 ~
May 28, 2003

. . . Standing outside my house in the street and seeing the world through an aerial view I notice that the neighborhood is calm and curious, yet familiar in some way becasue I live there. The neighborhood is a fusion or blend between, Brayton Avenue, Hackberry Lane, and La Riviera Drive. My youngest brother, Nathaniel, runs off into the distance and evanesces into the dream scenery. Suddenly, I am riding my starlight blue and taupe GT bike at a temperate cruise speed down the sidewalk of a new part of the suburbs. I feel a presence- as I brake my bike and look back two caucasian kids- a young boy girl with brown and blonde hair, abaout six or seven-years-old. They are following me, I realize. They vanish as I turn back around and continue my casual and curious ride. I soon pass a block of step-elevated beige and brown condominiums and come to a five-house cul-de-sac. One two-story house in the middle of the other four appears to be more prominent and attracts my attention and peaks my interest. It has a marvelous, but modest front yard and a purple beach umbrella perched on the very top roof-balcony. The sky above is a light azure blue, it fades into a deep pink-golden color . . .

Dream 10 ~

. . . It was late at night and I needed to step out for some fresh air. I was already dressed so I just pulled on a dark sweatshirt over my white t-shirt. I walked out of my apartment and made my way into the parking lot, I stood there looking into the sky and taking in deep breaths of fresh night air. I made my way down the driveway to the edge of the curb. I stood there for a minute, thinking. Feeling. Suddenly chaos broke loose! I turned around to see my dad chasing after a guy that resembled him exactly, except he had gray hair sticking straight up, thick black glasses, and a white labe coat. He was running with a test tube held straight out in front of him with green liquid bubbling over the top. Somewhere on my left side there was a little commotion. Street lights cast an orange glow in the driveway of the apartments next to me. I saw a crowd of people gathered around something. As they began to clear and make a visible opening, I could see that it was my grandma. She was wrapped up in an oriental rug. And, she had a head on both ends! I could see a group of people at the curb. All lining up. A bus rumbled down the street and came to a stop at the curb. Everyone began to climb onto the bus. I could see a familiar face in the crowd. It was my kindergarten girlfriend, Jessica. I ran over to her and asked her where she was going. She told me that she had to leave. To get away from that place. She kissed me on the lips, said goodbye, and disappeared on the bus. It pulled away and rode down the street into the darkness. I was left alone. I turned around to see two guys riding bikes. One guy locks his bike up near a house. The other gets pushed off of his bike and his bike gets stolen. I see the dark house at the apartment entrance. Yellow light is shining through the windows, but that's all I can see. I look up to see a billboard change from a picture of a woman resembling the statue of liberty to a pegasus. The pagasus begins to move, then it flies out of the billboard picture and into the night sky. I look back at the house and start for the open lighted doorway. As I walk inside, the house is completely empty. I feel the presence of people in the house, but still it's empty. No one there. I walk through the house, calling hello to see if anyone is there. I feel like I'm being followed, but no one is behind me. Once I reach the end of the house the open doorway to outside is right in front of me. As I start for the open doorway I step on something. I look down and see an old fashioned rag doll. It squeaks 'momma'. All the windows and doors slam shut, and the lights go out . . .

Dream 11 ~
June 7, 2003

. . . I am at my graduation wearing a satin blue cap, golden tassle, and gown. Me and a class of well-known students and friends. We stood on a high, multi-colored carpeted platform. A piano and large white pull-down screen stood in the dark shadowy background. The ceremony was apparently completed. The inside of the building was similar to that of my cousin's graduation place. For some reason I felt like I knew the people at the graduation, but I knew that I did not. Maybe they knew who I was . . . After the ceremony, we must have stood there for twenty or thirty minutes. Everyone was gone, but us. After we had stood there for unknown, but finite amount of time. Everyone made their way toward the glass double-door exit. I was one of the first people outside. The outside of the building wasn't familiar-looking. It had a big shady overpass with big cylindrical stone pillars supporting it. Almost like a temple or sanctuary. Cars were pulling into the driveway and students rushed to them. I saw my dad's white Durango and started over to it. For some reason, I felt melancholy. It felt like my whole life had passed me by. It was the graduation of my life . . .

Dream 12 ~

. . . I'm riding in a city or school bus towards the back. My third grade crush, Kimberly W., is sitting in the very back alone or with a few vague children. She's wearing a blue denim jacket and a purple skirt. Her pink backpack is resting in her lap. She seems to be looking out the back left side window . . . I have a semi-conscious feeling of myself, but I don't seem to be capable enough to see or fully feel my body. The bus comes to a stop at a deserted park nearby my neighborhood. Kim, I, and a few other kids are given popsicles, but they almost seem to have just appeared in our hands. I have a purple grape popsicle. Kim has a cherry red popsicle. We are then dropped off in the sandbox of off-white sand, the sun beaming down. I notice that Kim and I are very young. Under eight-years-old. I start for home and almost instantly end up at my driveway. My house is different. First, it is on the left side of Brayton Avenue instead of the right. I open the screen door and go through the open front door and see more different things about my house. Going into the hallway and near a backroom door, I see a light brown wooden broom, a tan wooden wheel and dark and medium-colored clothes like sweaters and shirts hanging outside, next to the door on the left side. Someone else lives here, I realize. This is not my house . . .

Dream 13 ~

. . . I'm at a remote tropical island. Other people are there. Family and friends, but not of mine. Some people are sitting or laying on colorful beach towels on the white sandy beach soaking up the bright sunlight. Little children are playing in the sand building sand castles and digging with plastic toy buckets and shovels and other beach toys. A few other, teenagers, are surfing the majestic waves of the clean aqua blue ocean water. Me, Chad, and Ethan, friends of mine, are skim boarding across the wet and slippery tide line of the ocean. Then, either I'm swept out to the ocean waters by a wave or I swim out to the ocean out of curiosity. Now, I'm sitting or bobbing over an aqua reef. The swaying of the ocean water and wind interferes with my balance and I fall over the back side of the reef. Down into the clear blue ocean waters. I see green, blue, yellow, purple, and rose-colored coral and rocks. Kelp, and different colored aquatic fish. I sink slowly- almost motionlessly, toward the bottom . . .

Dream 14 ~
May 1, 2004
8:03 am

. . . I'm sitting on the floor with a beautiful, failiar girl. She turns to me, looking at me with alluring, hazel eyes. Her face has a creamy and angelic complexion. I kiss her ruby red lips. I feel it as a magical moment-scene subsides, almost unnoticeably into a transition . . .

Transition 2 ~
May 1, 2004
8:04 am

. . . Standing in line with other kids in the cafeteria or multi-purpose room of a familiar, yet unknown merged school. Little John Elementary and Howe Avenue Elementary. I'm somewhere in the middle or towards the far right. We're all standing shoulder-to-shoulder facing the west. We seem to be there, either waiting for someone to come, or waiting to leave. Someone, a teacher or school official, comes into the multi-purpose room and gives us a quick run-down on something important. About sports, I think. Everyone leaves, but I stay there. Standing in my same spot, thinking. Lingering on something. I notice that the left space of the west hall is lit by dim yellowish light. A shopping cart full of sports balls and orange traffic cones sits in the area. Red, green, and blue hoola-hoops and jump ropes hang from hooks on the wall. I hear someone coming. More than one person. A small group. Four girls come into the multi-purpose room from the left hall or door. They start talking to me and flirting around. I remember their faces and their names come to me instantly. Jacqueline or Jacky, Amanda O., and Ashley M., and Brittany C. There seems to be some subliminal message trying to be passed because they are all Mexican. They come by me and flirt and talk to me some more. Asking me ritorical come-hither questions, then they leave through the west hall. I stand there for another few seconds, then the scene changes . . . I'm now standing in an open school hallway. A fusion between Sac High and Churchill Middle School. The scenery is in silvery blue shade. I notice that there's some commotion. I see sharp reflections of teenage kids and young adults in the windows of the double-doors and wall-windows. I look away and notice a large gathering of people. Groups on either sides. One side, there are a bunch of people wearing dominantly blue clothing. The other side, the side I am standing on, the group of people are wearing dominantly red clothing. Reality then dawns on me- it's a gang fight. Bloods and crips. Jonathan I. is leading up the crips. But I can't see who is leading up the bloods. Matt P. or Derek D., I think. Jonathan I. and the unknown leader of the bloods exchange words, then the fight begins. As they fight, I fight off a few crips and push my way to the back of the bloods gang. The fight only lasts for a few minutes, for some reason. It just stops, abruptly. The gangs go their separate ways- until the next time they meet . . . It's nighttime. Somewhere between nine and midnight. A friend of mine, Terrance, and I are walking around the hood. A few orange streetlights dimly light up the dark, ghetto streets. Terrance is a member of the crips. I'm labeled as a member of the bloods. As we come from the dark, desolate streets and round a corner of a brick-made corner-store, A squad of seven or ten crips come out and start shooting at us with automatic pistols and uzis I turn and run, ducking down and taking cover on the side of some stairs near a barber shop. Terrance, unfortunately gets shot. Twenty times. I watch in horror as he falls to the cold street, dead. His white t-shirt soaked in blood. Shot down and killed by gang violence. His own people killed him because he was associating with me, a blood. The crips dance around him in their infamous crip-walk. I turn and run back down the street I came. Trying to find a place to go. To get my mind together. I remember the girls. I run to their house up on a quiet, dark city-street neighborhood. I started up the patio-steps and burst through the front door. The girls are in the downstairs living room. Brittany is watching television, Amanda O. is reading a magazine, and Ashley M. and Jacky are getting pedicures and manicures, styling their hair. As soon as they say the expression on my face they came to me to see what was wrong. They got me a glass of water and I sat down on the bed and I told them what happened to Terrance. I knew who I had to go to- Jonathan I. I asked where he was. Ashley M. informed me he was upstairs in his room. I go up the stairs to confront Jonathan I. about Terrance's murder. He's wearing a blue and white Dada shirt over baggy blue jeans. Typical crip gear. Jonathan I. tells me of a revelation he's been having about gang warfare. He asks if I want to join the crips. I reluctantly join. To avenge Terrance's death. I would join the crips. Learn their deepest secrets. Seek out those who murderes him that night . . . and take my vengeance. I sense another fight will begin. Bloods and crips rendezvous at the same spot. Same time. This time, i'm on the crips' side . . .

Dream 15 ~
May 29 2003

. . . I didn't know where I was. The location was dark and vague, but as it came into view, I realized that I was standing or sitting on a fire lane street curb. It was between midnight and dawn. I noticed the neighborhood I was in. It was Hackberry Lane. I was in front of the driveway of my sixth grade elementary school, Cameron Ranch. Orange streetlights cast eerie orange glows on the dark, barren street. The houses and rest of the neighborhood was in deep shadow, regardless of the semi-bright streetlights. I started down the gloomy road. It was cold and almost misty. No cars or people. No signs of life. It seemed like a ghost town. Someone appeared on the street on my right out of a sudden orange fog. He walked up to me. As his face came into view I recognized who the person was. Zack. A classmate from my eighth grade history class. He was wearing dark clothes. Or they at least appeared dark against the glow of the streetlights. We talked about something- maybe why the world seemed so- alone. Making our way down the street, we spotted an old abandoned gun shop down an alley. The sky was now an orange color. There was no sun to be seen, but the sky shined down on the alley and streets beyond it, bathing everything in an unearthly orange radiance. Zack and I headed down the alley and I could see and sense three presences near in front of us. As we came closer to the gun shop, the three figures came into view more clearer. Three strangers now blocked us at the end of the alley. One sat on a metal trashcan, another leaned against the brick wall of the alley, smoking a cigarette or something. The leader was standing right in front of us, with his black hat pulled over his head. He seemed familiar. They all wore black clothing and their faces were orange because of the orange-colored sky. The street thug on the wall pulled out a chain, the one on the trashcan jumped up and pulled out a switchblade, the lead ruffian started for us, but Zack and I teamed up and fought the gangsters off in a flurry of fast punches and kicks. They disappeared behind us as we sought refuge in the abandoned gun shop. A dim light still lit the shop. It must've been abandoned recently. Normal color returned to our eyes as we settled in the shop. We heard people outside. I couldn't tell if they were manageable or not. Zack and I began searching the gun shop. It was cluttered and unorganized. Zack checked out behind the cashier's counter-desk. He was searching in drawers and cupboards behind it. I went over to a brown wooden oak chest of drawers and pulled open the top drawer. Searching through clutter I pulled out a medium-grey four-chambered pistol. Zack took four brass-colored needle-point bullets from another drawer and loaded the gun. He handed me the gun back and I shot at a framed picture hanging from the wall far ahead of me to test it. The glass shattered and the picture fell from the wall. I grabbed another black .45 pistol from the top shelf across from the brown chest of drawers. There were automatic rifles, uzis, and shotguns, but Zack and I took no interest in them. Zack and I thought we saw somebody inside the shop with us. I thought I saw them from my preferential vision. We searched the shop. No. No one there. Me and Zack started toward the shop exit. As we made our way out the door, we stopped in the doorway and looked out. The landscape was different. No more cold, deserted streets. No creepy orange sky. No dark shadowy allies. We now looked out at a bright, green grassy field. Beige and white school buildings stood in the distnace. The American flag ruffling in the wind on a tall white pole. The sun was now out, shining bright and bold on the new scene. Zack and I saw a line of kids. All lined up like soldiers, facing north. My eight grade math teacher, Mr. Manley, was giving instructions- orders to them, like a seargant. But everyone was in their regular everyday clothes. Even Zack and my clothes chnaged, they now had color. I struggled to apprehend what Mr. Manley was saying, but I couldn't make out the words. But I knew that it was very important. I could 'feel' an impending inevitable event would happen soon. Zack and I stood where we were. Waited. The scene ascends. Moving from the view of Mr. manley, the students, and landscape to an ascended view of the bigger landscape we could not see, and eventually to the clouds and beyond the horizon . . .

Out of Body Experience 1 ~

. . . I can see with my etheric or astral vision. My view is a distorted shadowy blue. I begin floating up and turning forward and backward somersaults in the air. My vision is still blue, but begins to clear, but because of my continuous spinning motion I can't focus on a specific area. I feel a falling sensation . . .

Sleep Paralysis 1 ~

. . . A falling sensation. I can see with my etheric vision now. But, my body is paralyzed. I cannot move or speak. I go into a deep relaxation. My etheric eyes close . . .

Out of Body Experience 2 ~
August 22, 2003
11:35 pm

. . . I'm floating upwards. I stop at a certain point and just hover above my physical body. I can see my astral body glowing. Giving off a divine silver-white luminescence. I can see a silver cord trailing behind me. I descend back into my physical body . . .

Dream 16 ~

. . . The scene appears slowly. It's mid-morning or late afternoon. I can see a view of the driveway of Hurley Way Apartments. I'm looking from over the off-white gate of my patio. I can see and sense other people over by their apartements and near their cars, watching the same drivway. A sudden wave of fear washes over me as two black Mercedes Benzs drive through the apartments' driveway. I start screaming gunfire starts spraying from the open windows of the Mercedes. People get shot. Little children that are out playing get killed. I'm suddenly strapped down to an operating table in a vague, brightly lit experimenting room. A thick, heavy titanium metal blanket bolted down over me. I scream as the drive-by image continues to flash through my mind relentlessly . . .

Sleep Paralysis 2 ~

. . . I panic as I struggle to get up. Something is holding me down. Something is sitting on top of my chest. It's hard to breathe. I can't move, scream, or see. Something- someone, won't let me up. I continue to struggle against my invisble repressions- then, I break loose . . .