Thread: Bethany's DJ

A spread sheet. What a great idea. I wish I was that organized. Its all I can do to use the same pen every day. You should post a copy of it when you get it filled in a little. I bet a ton of people would be interested in your method for organizing & categorizing everything. Have you heard of a program called Mind Manager? http://www.mindjet.com/us/

I was looking into it for a while for project management. Now that I think about it, I bet it would work wonders for making dream maps. I'll see if I can download the free trial again.

P.S. If you get real into it, you should talk to Identity X. He is working on a dream journaling software package, and was looking for advice.

Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

A spread sheet. What a great idea. I wish I was that organized. Its all I can do to use the same pen every day. You should post a copy of it when you get it filled in a little. I bet a ton of people would be interested in your method for organizing & categorizing everything. Have you heard of a program called Mind Manager? http://www.mindjet.com/us/

I was looking into it for a while for project management. Now that I think about it, I bet it would work wonders for making dream maps. I'll see if I can download the free trial again.

P.S. If you get real into it, you should talk to Identity X. He is working on a dream journaling software package, and was looking for advice.

Thanks

It's not at all elaborate, it's very scruffy. But it serves its purpose for now and I can always rearrange it later.

Here it is anyway: DreamData.txt

Unfortunately had to save as a text file to upload it. But if you widen the columns you get the idea anyway. Plus in my excel version the headings are bold

Leaking Fridge

My fridge is dripping water onto the floor. I pull the fridge away from the wall and find the leak is coming from one of two weird plastic outlets. My uncle suggests squeeze and bend it like you would to stop a hose running. The water spurts out worse and my father gets irritated with me. I let it go and it continues to drip and my father thinks I have wrecked it. I want to explain it was already leaking and that my uncle had suggested what I had done but the dream ends before I get a chance to.


Damaged Chest Freezer

I'm working with my dad in a large workshop. We are electricians and we repair things. We are working on the back of a chest freezer. I ring the customer and tell them to come down to discuss the repair.

The customer comes down and my father tells the customer it is no big deal, just a little cut where he had accidentally hit it while working on something else.

We also have the customer's wet carpet drying upstairs. It is not worth saving as it smells of pet urine.

My father goes to work on something else, up on a roof. He asks me to get some tool that's an eighth of an inch. He asks me to show him with my fingers how big an eighth of an inch is, so I show him. He laughs at me scornfully and shows me what he thinks an eighth of an inch is. I argue back. He asks me to show him how big an inch is, so I show him. He says that's correct. So I say an eighth of an inch is that much (showing him with my fingers) divided by eight.

I'm getting very frustrated.


My Friend Possessed and Sick

My friend and I are having a huge argument. I look at her face. As she gets angrier her face distorts. I can't see her eyes. The room is slightly dim and her face is shadowed. Her eyes are either not there at all or they're closed in a twisted way. I can just see sockets. Her features are both swollen and sunken at once. Her face is wider and darker than it normally is. Her mouth is contorted as she yells at me.

It suddenly dawns on me she is possessed. I tell her so and she admits she is.

Now she is naked and covered in sweat. Sweat is pouring off her and she is freezing cold. My heart is breaking and I hug her and pull her to me and cover her with blankets.


My Friend is Gone and My Uncle and Cousins Arrive

I'm laying in bed naked. I'm depressed because of what happened with my friend. I don't want to get up. I just want to lay there all day.

When my friend left she must have left the door open because my uncle walked in with my cousins. I'm acutely aware of my nakedness and stay well covered up with the blankets.

My cousins are younger than they were when I last saw them and this puzzles me.

I apologise for forgetting they were coming over at 9:00am. My uncle stokes up the fire, shifts some ornaments around and then says he will take my cousins out for a while and come back later. I realise he is doing this to give me a chance to get up and get dressed.

They leave and I get up. The fireplace has far too much wood in it and the wood stored on the hearth in front of the fire is on fire too. I pull one burning branch from the fire and watch it smolder. It stops burning so I put it on the floor. I push as much of the burning wood back into the fireplace as I can.

I look at the ornaments my uncle has shuffled around. He is such a stirrer. He knows I don't like my things rearranged. I put them back how they should be.


A Boy Being Disciplined

There is a class full of Irish students wearing grey uniforms. The boys' accents are very strong. One boy is in trouble with the teacher. The teacher gets out the very worst and most vicious whipping paddle. It is shaped like a cricket bat.

When disciplining with such a weapon the punishment is spread out over several days as to do it all in one day is simply inhumane. The teacher beats the boy on the backside twice and then lets him go.

The boy leaves the room and must return the next day for the second lot of hits.

Suddenly the boy returns. He says in his strong Irish accent that he will take the entire punishment now. The teacher agrees. I think the boy is very brave.

The boy bends over and the teacher swings the bat-like paddle down hard on the boy's backside. And again.

It is then, as the bat connects with the boy's trousers that I see the surface he is being hit with is rough and jagged. I am immediately intensely concerned.

The teacher hits the boy again. And again. That's six in total. There is blood seeping through the boy's pants. The teacher pauses. The boy bends over further to give the teacher a different angle, a fresh patch of flesh to work on.

The teacher hits him two more times. I'm horrified. I say to the person next to me "This isn't right!".

The teacher delivers two more brutal blows. The blood is everywhere on the boy's pants.

The teacher continues to hit the boy and with every stroke from this point on the boy lets out a quiet yet extraordinarily disturbing scream. Even his scream is bravely restrained.

I am horrified and distressed and crying inconsolably.


A Trip with My Mother to a "High" Scool

I take my mother with me to see a school I have been to see previously. It is up an incredibly steep incline. We scale it like spiderman would. It stretches up and up and up seemingly forever. We almost reach the top but my mother is petrified. I remember she is scared of heights and I tell her I thought she would be ok if once we got to the top she stayed away from the edge.

We begin to climb carefully back down again.

Now I'm watching someone else going down the steep incline. He's leaping around and side to side like a yamakasi expert. Have a look in youtube at "yamakasi" if you don't know what it is.


Organising Food and Candy

I am at the bottom of the steep incline to the school with some people. We are organising food and candy parcels to be taken up the incline by other people.

I have two types of chocolate and am distributing them evenly throughout the parcels.

One of the parcels is for me but when I get to my parcel I have run out of chocolate so mine has none.

A man who is the head of the whole organisation says that I deserve the chocolate the most as I have worked the hardest and made the most sacrifices.

I've been a little sad for the last two days for personal reasons so I'm not even trying to LD. But I still want to LD when I feel a little better so I will keep up the DJ.


The Cake Shop

I'm off to a cake shop with a couple of friends to get something yummy to eat. One friend couldn't come so she asked me to get her a "Ginger Pancake" and to make sure it's the "Funny Ginger" not the normal ginger.

We get to the shop and everyone is choosing what they want to buy. There is so much lovely food and I can't decide between a custard square and a piece of caramel slice. Everyone else is just getting one thing but I really want two. I don't want to look like a pig though so I try to decide which one I want.

In the meantime I remember my friend's request for a "Ginger Pancake". I can't see any so I ask the shop owners who are Asian and I hope they understand my request. They say they do have some. They hand me the "Ginger Pancake". Then I remember it has to be "Funny Ginger Pancake" so I ask "Is this FUNNY ginger? They tell me it's not and I don't know what to do next.


The Plane Trip

I'm going on a long flight. I want to get on the plane early so I can get a seat with a computer. I get on the plane and there are wooden bench seats and they are ridiculously close together so there is no room for your legs. Everyone is seated already and there are a few seats left at the back.

I move one of the bench seats aside to make more leg room and sit down. I look around and there is no entertainment whatsoever. I think this is a very budget flight and very disappointing. But this is just the national flight. I have to catch another international flight after this one and I think there must be seats with computers on that flight. I certainly hope so.


A Bus Trip - Fragment

I've been traveling on a bus. We have taken a brief stop for refreshments and are about to board again.

There is some sort of threat and I have to get my luggage from the compartments under the bus and at the end of the bus.

I have some things in my hand and I want to put them somewhere safe because I don't want to carry them in my hand all day. It's bugging me. I want to put them in the compartments in the bus. Then I stop worrying and just put them in my bag.

A man I know approaches me and says we have to go do something but I can't remember what. I get in his vehicle and we shoot down a hill. We're going too fast to make a turn so we shoot past it. I tell him we'll have to take the next one and he's irritated and wants me to shut up.

The next exit is coming up and he swerves into oncoming traffic to try to make it. He pulls over to let the oncoming traffic past. It feels dangerous and a car heads towards my side of the vehicle. It misses us. I think how I could have been killed. We continue along on the wrong side of the road and make it so our exit.


My Old Man Friend

I walk into a small room and an old man is sitting there with a woman. The woman asks if it bothers me that the man is my friend.

I don't like the old man all that much but I don't want to hurt his feelings as he is old and lonely. He is sometimes inappropriate but I can handle him. It just spoils the friendship. I tell the lady he doesn't bug me at all.

Dream Recall: Nil, nada, not a thing

Tried Object Induced Lucid Dream last night. Went to bed with a clean sock on my hand. Every time I woke up I felt the sock immediately. I then thought "well, I'm not dreaming" closely followed by "I can't remember any of my dreams".

Toilets - Part One

I'm on the toilet and my old school friend Lisa is looking at me over the stall door. Then someone appears over the right hand stall wall. Lisa and the other person are chatting away and I'm waiting for them to leave so I can "finish up" with the toilet paper. I'm holding the toilet paper in my hand and it's very embarrassing just sitting there waiting.


Toilets - Part Two

I'm on the toilet and a black man is looking over the door at me. I can't believe it, not again! Can't I get any privacy? Suddenly he pushes his daughter into the stall with me. He disappears behind the door. I get up and try to push my way past the daughter (there's not much room) so I can open the door. The man yells out "is my daughter in there?"

I'm thinking "of course she is, you put her in there!"


Toilets - Part Three

I walk into a room, like an old class room. Adults are milling around the desks chatting. I search out a particular guy. I head straight for him and grab him by his clothes around his neck and I say to him viciously "Don't you ever look at me in the toilet again. It's sexual harrassment!" I'm very, very angry.


The Kettle Tune

My mother and I and some other people are standing in the driveway of my parents old house. We are facing away from the house and we're singing. I can hear my mother is singing out of tune.

I turn to look at her and now she is humming weirdly. She says "listen to the kettle". I turn towards the house listen as she hums along to it. It plays a series of notes, then goes to a deeper note, then a deeper one as it comes close to boiling point.

She goes inside and does something with some plumbing to do with the kettle. Then she's concerned she's ruined something that will cause a flood where the worker lives in another building on the premises. She says it might cause the man's bed to flood and also kill all the animals she's keeping safe in the ground.

The man walks into the house wearing overalls. He pushes past and disappears through a door. I can tell by looking at him that nothing untoward has happened regarding any plumbing or flooding.


Peanut Butter?

I'm wondering what to have on toast. I only have vegemite or marmalade. My friend picks up a jar of peanut butter and says "why not have peanut butter?" Then she laughs.

I think she must have bought it when we went grocery shopping together. I realise it doesn't make sense and it irritates me a little but I just accept it.


I tried three times last night to do the method of entering sleep paralysis that I read about on these forums but failed each time. Tried again for a nap this afternoon but failed then as well.

I will continue trying though because I believe it's possible and did experience small affects of body movements and feelings and HI. So will continue experimenting with it. Link: http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...hlight=jeff777

Japanese Stealth Jets

I see two Stealth Jets flying above me. They fly over a deep valley in front of me and on toward some distant green hills.

They suddenly start flying upright, with the noses of the jets pointing straight upwards and bombs shoot straight out from their bellies.

One jet appears to be about to crash. It's landing with its nose still pointing straight up. It crashes, but it's a gentle crash. The pilot is fine. The other jet lands safely. A third jet had already landed before the other two.

I see the three pilots getting into different planes. Older planes. A disguise to get across (and infiltrate) the country.

Suddenly I'm laying on the ground very near to the pilots. They are Japanese and they're talking animatedly. I press myself closely to the ground hoping to avoid their attention.

Then they see me.


Pimple Cream?

I'm writing a list of things to take on a trip. I'm about to write down "pimple cream". I look in the mirror briefly and I don't have any pimples. Nor am I due for my period so I don't need to take any "pimple cream".

I don't own any pimple cream, nor have I ever used any.


Keeping My Dogs Safe

I walk into a restaurant with a friend. I'm dialing a number on my cell phone. I dial the wrong number and the restaurant phone rings. I hang up and try to dial a different number. I feel embarrassed for making the restaurant phone ring.

The cook says he realises I made the restaurant phone ring accidentally but would like me to make it ring again because he wants to test something.

I walk over to a table with my friend to sit down. I try to dial the restaurant's number again. Just then I feel something brush against my leg. It's my dog, Hustler! Oh dear! I ask the owner if there's a back way out as I chase my dog while still trying to ring the number on my cell phone.

I am concerned about health regulations as my dog heads toward the restaurant kitchen. I give up on my cell phone and pick up my dog and carry her out and back to my house.

I put her inside the gate and then my other dog Daisy escapes. I chase after Daisy, she comes when I call her and I put her back in the yard. Then I realise Hustler has escaped again.

Hustler is old and deaf so she is difficult to catch as she wanders off away from me. As I'm chasing her, Daisy escapes again. Now I'm getting frustrated. I know I have to stop chasing Hustler because she's older and slower so I better get Daisy first before she gets too far.

I manage to get hold of them both and get them both in the yard. I stand in front of my gate with my parents and look at the gate. It's made of fabric and string. There's no way it's capable of keeping dogs in.

I start to stress out as it is evening and will be dark soon and I have to fix the gate before work tomorrow or the dogs won't be safe.

The gate can be fixed up enough to keep Hustler in so I only need to take care of Daisy. I tell my dad that perhaps we could make a run for her using a strong piece of wire stretched along the length of the property, then attaching a chain to it.

Dad thinks that's a good idea and he calls some friends of his to help get it all done before dark.

I find a piece of long wire but it looks too fragile to me. Dad says it will do fine. He and his friends begin to lay it out on the lawn and fasten it down. I tell him it's no good there as the chain will get tangled around the various poles and trees in the yard. The run has to be in a clear area with no obstacles. He is irritated now and I feel bad.

He heads way down the back of the section and starts laying the wire there. I say it's a perfect spot. He says there's no shelter though. I am excited and happy now. I say it's fine because I will MAKE her a shelter. I'll make her a new kennel. It's perfect.

I look for some wood. It needs to be treated wood so it will be weather proof. I remember the large planks my friend gave me for my laundry floor. It's a shame that wood isn't treated. I look around to see what else I can find. I can only find small thin strips of wood. Nothing suitable for a kennel. I'm a little bit bothered but I don't worry too much. I know I'll find something.

My mother and I head down to the back of my yard. I hear someone point out a feijoa tree. I am happy and run over to it. The fruit is large and a bit ugly. The tree is very old and has produced fruit for many seasons. I pick a feijoa and break it in half. The pulp inside is unusually clear and fresh and looks overly perfect. I squeeze out the pulp from one half and eat it. I tell everyone it's delicious.

While holding the other half I see a beautiful bird. I point it out to my mother. It looks like a bourke but much larger.

Next thing I know I'm sitting down and I have two of these birds on my hand. Now they look like they have large fat pigeon-like bodies but the colouring of a bourke. They have a few things poking out the top of their heads with a blueish-green bead on top. They are very pretty.

I offer them the other half of my feijoa. They eagerly peck away at it. Their beaks are not like my parrots' beaks. They are more like a goose's beak.

I find some more large fruit with yellow, seedy pulp like a passionfruit. I break it open and offer it to the birds. They love it.


The Magic Hexagon Tin

I'm back in the shed looking for wood to make Daisy's kennel. Dad asks me where his hexagon tin is. I have no idea. I ask him what is in it. He says "a tool!" He is annoyed again.

As I continue to look for wood I come across a plastic bag and I can make out the shape of some tins in it. I open it up and there is a green hexagon tin in it. I take it to my dad. "Is this your hexagon tin?" He picks it up and shakes his head. "No, this isn't the one."

He examines the tin and then takes off the lid. There are five flat circular black pouches in it. He looks inside one and says "powder" in a surprised voice.

Suddenly the contents of the tin change. It's a casino set. There are dice and poker chips and all sorts of casino type bits and pieces in it.

Suddenly the contents of the tin change again. Now it's a magician set. It has a wand and cards and cups etc. Dad is looking at it all and saying "I remember this stuff". I think to myself, oh God no, please don't put on a show in front of all these people. It would be so embarrassing.

Now I'm outside and everyone else has gone into the house. They have taken the magic tin with them. The men are all chatting. Suddenly I see another room in a house far away. There is a red hexagon tin just like the green one I found and it's floating in the air. Some evil men are sitting around the floating tin and through it they can hear everything my dad and his friends are saying.

My dad's friend is saying he is suspicious of the green hexagon tin. He doesn't see how it can be magic and how it can predict the future. He doesn't trust it.

I think he's right not to trust it. The green tin is communicating with the red tin and revealing everything that is going on in the house to the evil men.


Hustler in a Red Coat

I'm walking down the road and I can see Hustler walking a distance away from me. She is wearing a red coat. She looks at me and I can interpret a smile in her doggie mouth. I adore her. I wonder if I should attach a note to her saying she is old and put her address on it. Then I worry some bad kids will find her and hurt her.

I laid down to take a nap and tried to enter SP.

I lay there for ages and drifted in and out of sleep a few times. Then came the tremors. I felt like I was in an earthquake I was shaking so much. Then the loud buzzing accompanied it. What a sensation! Then there was a wooshing sound.

I thought "wow" I'll just pretend it's the sound of me taking off in flight. I saw lots of flashing lights. As it was all happening I think I tried to feel myself falling through the bed. Then I saw lots of patterns.

Then I realised it was all stopping. I lay there a little while longer. I could hear my parrots and I was awake still.

I wasn't paralysed and I wasn't dreaming.

I only got about two hours sleep last night. I just couldn't get to sleep. Then I fell asleep for a little while. Then I was awake all morning.

I made notes after my short sleep but I don't remember what they mean:

* Tiger Cubs
* DNA Testing

I just remembered something else:

Reading

I remember reading some writing and the words didn't make any sense. I suspected I was dreaming so I tried to read the words again and they disappeared. I thought "yay, I am dreaming" and then I realised that I was conscious and lying in my bed.

I'm not sure if I woke up from the dream and therefore it was a lucid dream or if I was simply experiencing hypnagogic imagery.

He's Still With You - Fragment

I'm watching a psychic telling a woman that the man she loved who has passed away is still with her and that she should invite him to her wedding.


Hustler with me at Work

I'm at work and Hustler is with me. The boss (a woman) walks in and asks who the dog belongs to. I'm nervous I will be in trouble for bringing my dog to work but I love my dog and she is very old.

I say it's my dog. The boss sits down on some stairs and pats Hustler. Some other person says my dog's breed is a vicious breed. The boss hesitates in her patting. Then the person says that my dog is sweet though and the boss resumes patting her.

I tell the boss that Hustler is very old. The boss is surprised. I am surprised that she is surprised as Hustler is very grey.


Helicopter Ride to the Island

There are four of us, plus the pilot, in a helicopter. The pilot and one person in the front and three of us in the back. As we take off there is some joking around on whether we exceed the weight recommended for the helicopter load.

The pilot says we're fine. Then he says "well, we're 1.1 points over, that's not much". I don't find this very comforting.

We take off and begin to fly toward the sea. Once we're over the sea I can see it is very violent. The waves are enormous, almost reaching our helicopter. I can see boats being tossed about dangerously.

I ask if we're going to land on a boat? I worry that Hustler will be sea sick and she is too old to have to go through that. It could kill her. I am reassured that we will be landing on an island.


Strange Mode of Flight

Now I'm flying over the same violent sea but instead of being in a helicopter I'm being held by my friend. She is behind me and I am dangling in her arms facing out over the water.

Others are traveling the same way. We're all in a group. I'm not sure what is holding us all up, I just know the only thing holding me up is my friend's arms.

I'm certain she won't drop me. She is very strong. But I feel sorry for her, I know it must be using all her strength to keep me from falling. I hold her hands up in an effort to help.

The sea is raging beneath us and again the waves almost reach us.


At the Island

I'm at the Island with my parents. We've been walking over treacherous ground to get to our destination. We have walked over a long thin bridge, only about eight inches wide and about fifty metres long. The bridge is high and to fall would have killed us.

We are almost at our destination when I realise I have left Hustler behind miles back. I forgot to bring her. I tell my dad and he is irritated.

I worry, I know Hustler will probably refuse to cross the narrow bridge. If we drag her across she will fight it the whole way and we'll probably fall. If we carry her across she will probably wriggle like mad and again, we'll probably fall.

I head back anyway and my dad follows me. As we turn a corner I see Hustler laying there waiting for me. I didn't forget her miles back after all. She was just here, a few metres away.

I take her lead and we rejoin my mother. As we approach my mother says "What does it mean if we hear our car number plate on the radio?" Then she answers herself and says "It's going to flood isn't it? Should I call the radio station?"


Another Treacherous Bridge

My mother, my grandmother and I and some other people are crossing a bridge.

We have crossed it before and now we're crossing it again to get back to where we came from.

It is made of thin pieces of board and goes up and down and round like a random staircase. Some of the boards are about to break so you have to choose your step carefully. Some of the railings are about to break too. The entire bridge is dangerous and I'm scared.


Strange Rules at the Restaurant

My mother and I are at a restaurant. One other person is with us but I can't remember who.

We finish our meal and would like to leave. We are high up on a mezzanine floor and there is no way to get down. We approach the cashier who is also on the mezzanine floor. We pay for the meal and then ask how to get down.

She tells us to jump down. I think she's crazy. This floor is probably around three stories high. She assures me that the only way to leave the restaurant is to jump.

I can't believe it. I think others must have done it so I suppose I could give it a go. I go to the edge to take a look down. There is NO way I am jumping. It's far too high. I go back to the cashier and I want to ask if there's a bungee or a parachute but I can't think of the right words so I hold my hands over my head like I'm holding a parachute.

She says "sure, you can hold a hankie over your head if you want to". I am frustrated as this is not what I meant but I still can't find the right words. Then I realise it's hopeless. I assure her that I will NOT be jumping off the mezzanine floor.

Finally she shows me a secret way down and makes me have my photo taken. I have to hold a piece of card up in the photo. It indicates that I failed to jump down.

I don't know how my mother or the other person got down but I rejoin them outside. As we are leaving I'm given a chocolate and the wrapper of the chocolate is my photo.


Christmas Card from the Boss

I'm at a work function. Presents are being given out to the big wigs at the party. I try to stand somewhere inconspicuous as I know I will not be getting a present but I seem to be in the pathway of the people giving and receiving them and I don't want people to think I think I'm getting one.

The boss (a man from a TV show) approaches me and another woman and gives us a gift and a card to share. It is very strange to be given a card you have to share with another worker. The gift is one round wine gum lolly.

I open the card and it says "Go Away" in green christmas lettering. I look again and notice the card is slightly damaged where the writing is and doesn't say "Go Away" at all. It says something else. I laugh and point out to my co-worker that I thought it said "Go Away"... like I was fired or something.


Desperately Need a Toilet and some Privacy

I'm at a house with my friend and a whole lot of other people. It is a house I have been in frequently (in my dreams).

Everyone is in bed asleep. I need to use the bathroom so I get up and when I get to the bathroom my friend gets there ahead of me. I am irked. I need the toilet desperately. I let her go first anyway.

While I'm waiting everybody gets up. There are many, many toilets in the house but not one of them is private. I search out every one and every time there is already someone else using it or there are people all around it.

There are no doors on any of them. And the ones that could almost be private because they're in a little alcove have at least one person near it.

I keep going around the house from toilet to toilet getting more and more desperate. I search for my friend in the hope she can help me. I finally find her and she takes me outside and down the road.

She takes me to a concrete building. There are bars, like prison bars on the entrances to each toilet. Each "stall" is a long, thin, concrete ally way and the toilet is at the end. We enter the far left stall and pass a man with long black hair and a badly lined face. He looks very evil, violent and scary.

Other people just like him are scattered throughout the building. I'm glad my friend is with me. She's pretty tough. I guess I will have to hope for the best.

I get to the end of the stall and the toilet is a hole in the ground and it's disgusting and unhygienic but I am desperate. I pull down my underwear and try to squat over the toilet. I pee and and it just goes on and on. Some accidentally gets on my underwear. I'm appalled. The pee continues to go on and on and it is frothy like beer.


Escape from the Asylum

I'm upstairs in a building. I work there. I decide to quit my job. My boss and some other woman says I can't leave. I tell them I can and I start running down the stairs.

The woman chases me. I make enormous leaps down the stairs. I'm very agile and quick but the woman keeps up, one set of stairs behind, the whole way down.

I get outside and I am lost. I don't know where to go to get out of this place. Some mental patient comments "you'll never get out of here".

I head toward a single level building. Some other people accompany me. They are mentally ill. I thread my way through the building, in and out of rooms, down corridors, through kitchens etc.

I find myself outside again in the same place I was before with the same people. The same mental patient is again confident I will not get out of here. He is amused at my efforts.

I head for the single level building again. I can see there is a grass and shrub area behind it with trees. There should be an escape route through there. I go back into the building to look for an exit into the grass area out the back.

Plastic in My Throat

Took a nap this afternoon. Laid there very still waiting for SP. Must have fallen asleep. I dreamed I got the vibrations. I felt like I was being pulled off the bed backwards.

Nothing happened. I lay there waiting some more. I decided to try "rolling out of my body". I landed on the floor with a heavy thud. I guess that didn't work.

I get up and wonder why I can hear a radio playing and I can hear my phone ringing. I switched my phone to Do Not Disturb before taking this nap. It doesn't make sense.

I walk into the kitchen trying to figure it out. I see an old lady with her back turned. "Oh, it's you" I say. She must have taken the phone off Do Not Disturb.

I play the message on the answer phone. It's some woman from work. She cant find an invoice and she thinks I can help. I'm annoyed, stupid woman, how would I know where the invoice is?

I go to my laptop and suddenly I'm coughing something up. It feels weird and itchy in my throat. I cough it up and take it out of my mouth with my fingers. It's a piece of plastic. A small square corner from the bottom of a plastic bag.

I carry it back into my room and match it to a bag on the floor. It has been cut with scissors. I must have done it while in an OBE or while Lucid Dreaming. Now I am worried about the dangers of OBE and Lucid Dreaming. Why would I have cut this plastic and swallowed it?


I am sick and tired of not doing reality checks in my dreams. I have missed another false awakening. And last night's dreams are full of my dog Hustler and toilets and they are my dream signs. WAKE UP FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!!

Parrots

I don't remember any of this dream. Just that it was about parrots.


Mum Plays Cricket?

My mother and I are at my grandparents' house. Both grandparents are sitting in their normal chairs. My mother is about to go out and she asks if I will wait here.

I will be bored so I want to say no, but my mother is looking at me like she doesn't want me to say no... perhaps it would offend my grandparents.

I ask my mother where she's going. She whispers "indoor cricket". I had no idea she played cricket!

We're both about to leave. I turn to look at my grandfather. I realise he is not normally there to say goodbye to. Something's not right but I'm happy he is there. Very happy, so I say goodbye and leave.


Fixing Aerial Reception

I'm in a big house. There are twelve brothers and sisters living there. I am a guest.

An old man is in one room watching a tv and I notice the tv signal in his room is weak. I go up into the ceiling of the house to fix the reception. One of the sisters comes up to see what I'm doing. I tell her I need a splitter.

I go downstairs and see another sister in a room with her daughter and her daughter is watching TV. I ask for the remote to the TV so I can retune it and see if I can pick up a Satellite signal so the daughter can watch cartoons.

I try to find the tuning menu but I get other weird menus instead.

I go back into the ceiling to fiddle with the wires some more. I really need a splitter.

I have some keys and I'm supposed to give them to one of the sisters but I can't remember which room is hers. The four adult sisters have rooms downstairs. I find the right room and the door is closed and I can see the sister in there because the walls are glass. She doesn't want to be disturbed. I push the door open a little and hand the keys into the room. She doesn't come over so I drop them inside the door.

I go back upstairs and notice a door ajar on the landing. A young guy, a brother, appears and looks at me and shuts the door. I wish he would be more friendly.

I go back into the ceiling and sit there next to the wires. I wish I had some beer. I stay there because I'm not sure I'm welcome anywhere else.

Originally Posted by Bethany

Plastic in My Throat

Took a nap this afternoon. Laid there very still waiting for SP. Must have fallen asleep. I dreamed I got the vibrations. I felt like I was being pulled off the bed backwards.

Nothing happened. I lay there waiting some more. I decided to try "rolling out of my body". I landed on the floor with a heavy thud. I guess that didn't work.

I get up and wonder why I can hear a radio playing and I can hear my phone ringing. I switched my phone to Do Not Disturb before taking this nap. It doesn't make sense.

So, you had a dream where you tried to WILD? Or did you WILD, fall asleep, and then continue with the dream? You were so damn close! Good call on the rolling. Have you read Clairity's advice on what to do when you hit the vibrations?
http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...415#post746415

Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

So, you had a dream where you tried to WILD? Or did you WILD, fall asleep, and then continue with the dream? You were so damn close! Good call on the rolling. Have you read Clairity's advice on what to do when you hit the vibrations?
http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...415#post746415

To be honest I have no idea whether the vibrations were a dream or were real. They were so strong and I felt like my body was being pulled off the bed backwards... it's possible that part was a dream... the rest of it, like where I rolled off the bed, was definitely a dream. But I wasn't lucid.

However, last night I did have a DILD... yay.

The Boy from Next Door

I'm laying face down on a bed. Two kids come running into the room and land on top of me and just lay there. They are the children from next door from when I was a kid. They are still kids but I am an adult. The older one is a boy, the younger one is a girl. They are both from the Cook Islands (and therefore dark skinned).

The boy starts to do something inappropriate so I turn to gently move him away. I notice he is white with blond hair and he is much older. I ask how old he is and he says he's 25.

I tell him I'm sorry, it's still not appropriate for us to be doing anything. He is playful and persistent.

A group of young people turn up. Everyone's drinking. I look for some soft drink. There are half empty bottles everywhere, including in the fridge.

The smokers go outside. The guys hover together and the girls hover together. Then I see my mother and she tells me the girl who rents this house is often in trouble because of the loud music.


The Beautiful Birds - Lucid

I'm in a building. There are some stairs and I head toward them. I hear a cockatiel and I look up. He is beautiful. He is white and has pink patches above his head and on his body.

I notice other birds. Big birds. And they are beautiful too. They are large and colourful and have big yellow beaks.

I wonder if the cockatiel is MY bird that I lost. I put my finger up and say "up" and the bird hops on my finger. Then he flies away a little and I say "up" again and he lands on my finger but it's more like a belly flop and he flutters into the air again. I hope it is my bird but I remember previous disappointing dreams and then I'm Lucid.

I realise I'm dreaming so I throw the bird onto the ground. I look at it and it is just a cushion rolling along the ground with a picture of a bird on it. I jump on it and it skids a little.

I look around me and I'm in Henderson Square. A shopping mall. It is just like it was during my childhood. Not like it is now. I'm ecstatic. I think "this will do for my dream scape, it's perfect for exploring".

I wonder where to go first. I decide to head up to the ice cream shop. As I'm trying to find it I see a man flying past. I watch him and I think "ok, I will fly too... I know everyone flies in their lucids (and I have flown before) so I wanted to do something more creative but seeing this man fly past made it irresistable. Then I wondered "what if I can't fly?" I know some people have difficulty with it. But then I just knew I could do it. I just launched myself into the air and flew.

I chased after the man but he was too fast. I tried to fly faster but I couldn't. He would disappear and then reappear and I would put in extra effort... almost grunting with the strain of it but just couldn't catch up to him.

I ended up flying to one of the entrances of the mall. Some people were standing outside. A woman made a comment about the mall and I said "the whole mall is just for me". That was pretty special.

Then I felt the dream fading. I was laying in blackness. I remembered about rubbing your hands together but I thought it was too late for that.

So I woke up and wrote down my dreams in my notebook by my bed. I noticed someone else's handwriting in it. I had to fit my paragraphs between their paragraphs but I wasn't too concerned about it. I tried to read the other person's handwriting but it was really tiny and old fashioned. I could make out it was something about dreams. Something negative like, why bother recording them or something. Then it struck me as some sort of thesis notes.

Then I woke up!

A lucid and a false awakening. I should have rubbed my hands together after all. And done a reality check when I thought I had woken. Still, can't complain. I got my lucid at last.

The Rock and the Butterfly

I'm laying in the dark and I'm conscious. The dream builds in front of me like I'm looking through a peep hole. I see orange. A room develops. It's got wood paneling on the walls but it's like a cave or tunnel.

I know I'm lucid. I think of the lucid task of the month (to eat something inedible). I'm excited. I decide I will find a rock to eat. I'm still laying down as the dreamscape forms around me out of the blackness. I can see a very small slope running down away from me and a little rock rolls up it. It's awesome, like I summoned it. It rolled up hill! I take it. It's about the size of a brazil nut. It's golden coloured, but not like gold. It's like it's rock and gold and translucent all at the same time. And it's hard.

I put the rock in my mouth and it surprises me. It tastes like toffee and it's chewy. Not hard. I feel smug and happy. I decide that was a bit too easy and I decide to eat something else. I look down and see some carpet tack nails. I pick one up and hold it for a while. I'm a little more nervous about this one. It could hurt my mouth because it's sharp.

As I bring it up to my mouth I see it's not a carpet tack anymore... it's now a butterfly made from the same material as the carpet tack. I put it in my mouth and crunch it up. It's brittle and crunchy and has no taste at all.

I don't remember the rest of the dream.


Another WILD Rubbed Hands Together - Fragment

I remember waking up into a dream exactly the same as the last one. I feel like I've been lucid dreaming all night. I can't remember this dream properly.

I remember flying with a woman.
I remember trying to fly and not succeeding.
I remember feeling the dream fade and rubbing my hands together and finding it definitely works.


Because I can't remember all the details well I can't really trust I had more than one lucid, perhaps it was all part of the same lucid. I THINK I had more than one but I should have written them down! So I'm only counting 1 WILD for tonight.

I didn't even expect a lucid so soon after having one the night before so I feel pretty elated anyway!


House Sitting, Boat, Church - Fragments

The whole night was a blur of lucids and non lucids and I have no idea where one dream begins and another ends. I should have been more strict in writing them down. No real excuse.

Anyway, these are the bits I remember:

I was house sitting on a boat. A couple were on their "half honeymoon" and I was looking after their apartment on the boat.

I was at an outdoor restaurant with my uncle and some other family members.

We all went to church but the seats were all dirty.

We went to church again and took snacks (chips etc) with us.

Some people and I filled sacks with rubbish.

I jumped off something high. It was like a ride or a slide. At the bottom was a dead man and his dead cat. His wife had thrown him and the cat off.

I watched a cooking show and it turned x-rated.

I have some friends and we all play a game. Like Guitar Hero or something. I look at one friend's house and I can see it like I'm looking at a doll's house. There's pulsating lights so I know she's playing the game on her own.

Other memories are on the very tip of my memory. I am a fool not to have written notes in the middle of the night. The dreams were so vivid and story-filled I was SURE I would remember them. But I have been tired and it is the middle of winter here so it's cold and tempting to just stay tucked up in bed.

I will be more disciplined tonight whether my dreams are lucid or not.

(Another note... there were no vibrations or buzzing during this period of lucid dreaming.)

At Work - Fragments

I'm going to have to write better key words. I can't remember what they mean sometimes:

* Sign contract
* Bullied
* Walked in while on toilet
* Red stuff

I do remember sitting in the empty spa pool we have for sale at work with a book. Just sitting there enjoying the peace and quiet. Thinking about the fact the spa pool is sold and wondering whether we should get another model in the same or get a cheaper one. I decide I like the one I'm sitting in, the one we've sold, it has better seating areas.


Sheep with Human Arms for Front Legs

My mother and I are looking at four sheep. We had hit a sheep earlier with our car (mum was driving). It had only been a very minor bump, the sheep was fine.

Some lady tells us there is a sheep that is bleeding. That's why we've come to look at the four sheep. I tell my mother the sheep we hit definitely had no blood.

I look carefully at the front legs of all the sheep. They have been shorn... just the front legs... and their legs are human arms! The human arms are a little fat... not too fat, just a little bit. I think to myself "so that's what sheep legs look like when they have their wool shaved off". I think it looks really weird. But I didn't think to do a RC.


The Pet Shop

I go to a small shack or shed in the middle of a paddock. I go inside and my family is there. It is a pet shop and it belongs to my mother.

She hasn't had it long and is still building up her levels of stock. Some tiny fish tanks have arrived. They are unbelievably small. One is about an inch wide and an inch deep and about six inches high. Totally unsuitable for fish to swim in.

The tanks are a little bit dusty and dirty so I offer to wash them so they will look nice on display. The rest of the shop is looking good. It's quite exciting.

I take the tanks to the sink to be washed. I'm washing for ages and a girl is standing next to me. She is probably 10 or 12 years old. I am suddenly annoyed she has been standing there the whole time I've been washing and she hasn't thought to dry. Typical. Some kids are too spoiled and have no chores or responsibilities and don't even think to offer to help with anything even if it's right in front of them.

The girl says she's cold and I say I'm not because I've been working.

I go outside and someone has prickles in their face and forehead! I try to help get them out and don't know where to throw them so they won't get into anyone's feet.


Televisions

I have broken my old tv that I had as a kid. It's white on the outside and is only about a seven inch (small CRT style). It plays in black and white.

I feel a bit disappointed but then I realise I have an LCD tv. It's about 14 inches. I plug it in to try it out. It looks great. The reception is great.

Then I realise I have a bigger one. It's about 26 inches. Then I realise I have another one too. It's about 32 inches.

Suddenly I realise I have three televisions and they're all a decent size (no longer 14 inches). I put them on the wall. I show my dad the excellent picture I can get.

The rest of the dream is a bit hazy but I remember grappling with wall brackets for the televisions.

Too Many Fish in the Tank

And that's about all I remember about that dream. There were too many types of fish and I was worried some might eat the others if they weren't compatible.


Protector of Fish

I'm next to a stream and there's a long fish, almost like a reptile swimming along and there's a small fish underneath it.

Someone tells me that the small fish will die if the water is too shallow... the long fish will keep going and the little fish will get left behind.

Now I'm swimming in the water behind them and I think to myself that I won't let anything happen to either of the fish. We swim along and everything goes fine.

We get to the end of the stream and there's a farm. I get out of the water and see a woman farmer. She is going to kill all the cows, as a farmer does. I am resentful. I can't believe she's going to kill the cow that protected those fish. (?????)


The Antichrist

I'm in a room with two other girls and a man. The man is at a table and he has a floor plan for us to look at. It shows where he and us girls will be sleeping.

On the floor plan there is a big shape in the middle and a smaller shape to each side. Then there's another shape at the head of the room. These indicate the beds. He points out where we will all sleep.

I am suspicious. I think he is dangerous. I think he works for the Antichrist. I point out some mysterious flaps on the floor plan. He moves them to show me what's underneath. Two of the flaps are moved and reveals things are exactly as he said they would be. But I can see one more flap that is covered in varnish and can't be moved to see what's underneath. I pick at the varnish and dig until the flap can be moved. Underneath is the evidence (I can't remember what) that proves things are not as he is trying to portray.

The girls and I run. We get to some stairs and we seem to have trapped the Antichrist. One girl is holding him there and I'm getting some long prongs like knitting needles to stab him with. Somehow he duplicates himself. Now there's two of him. The girls and I take off again.

We run down a street and there's a river nearby. I toss some documents into the river. That almost cripples the Antichrist.

We run into a room and there's a video game. All of us play it. As long as we can keep shooting the various monster-like targets that appear on the screen we can keep the Antichrist at bay.


Nuts in the Sugar Bowl

I am emptying all the contents of my hand bag and my wallet. They're messy and I want to tidy it all up. I find money that I forgot I had. I also find old coins... old currency from a coin collection my dad gave me.

I find an mp3 player. The latest Sony one we have at work. I think to myself I should get some new earphones for it.

Next thing I know there are guests in my house, including my parents. I have put out all sorts of jams and other tea things. Everyone has had their fill and I'm looking for some jars or containers to put the left overs in.

Some jars are too small. Some have no lids. It's hard to find just the right one. I find a nice crystal one with a plastic lid to put the sugar in.

Someone decides they want to use the sugar again so I pull it out and take the lid off. I smell peanuts! I look at the sugar and I can see peanuts mixed in with it. I'm appalled. I wonder if my guests found soggy peanuts at the bottom of their cups of tea and coffee!

Possessed?

Notes: Possessed - Talking out loud in circle


Existing for His Pleasure

I'm standing outside on a deck in the dark. A man comes up to me and kisses me. He disappears and other people come and go and I'm just standing there waiting. The man returns and tells me he will kill me if I'm caught with anyone else.

I find it difficult because it's dark and I'm nervous I won't know when it's him or someone else.


Fragments

I'm changing some RAM in a laptop. My hands are wet so I'm afraid of wrecking it.

I'm doing kick boxing for fitness.


Motorbike Football

I'm riding my motorbike down a steep hill. There's a roundabout at the bottom and then you can go back up the steep hill again. People are looking at me like I'm irresponsible.

I dart out in front of a car. My bike can accelerate very fast so I'm confident. As I shoot out in front of the car I kick a ball up the hill. Then I can come back down and around again and kick it back up again. I think it's an excellent game.


Wrong Car

I get into my car and there are bread rolls and all sorts of food on the front seat. I'm annoyed and I grab it up and hand it out the window to people who are standing there looking at me like I'm nuts.

I hop out of the car and look at it. Then I apologise "oops, this is not my car... it's not even the right colour!" Then I laugh.


I Will do the Yucky Job

I'm upstairs in a building. We are supposed to vote on something. I approach the voting booth and grab a card. It has a check mark in the first box. That's not the vote I wanted. I go back and grab a different card. It has a check mark in the second box.

I'm also supposed to stick something on my shirt. I'm trying to cut a yellow sticker up so I can fold it up and use it like double sided tape. Someone is watching my progress.

I go to my office and sit down to work on something. My boss is in the office across the hall. He wants some job done and nobody else wants to do it. I know I'll end up doing it anyway so I volunteer to do it.

Next scene I'm washing dishes.


Red Hot Chili Peppers - Cabron Song

I'm working at Retravision (but it looks very different). The boss tells me a man wants to find the Cabron song and hear it on a Panasonic sound system. If he likes it he'll buy up large.

The customer is looking through a pile of hand written music notes. I ask the customer if I can help. He says he's just looking for the Cabron song.

I don't think he'll find it there but I have a copy of the song at home so I tell him to come to my house and listen to it on my Sony stereo. I think that if I can play it on that maybe he'll buy up large on a Sony instead.

He agrees to come to my house. I turn on my computer (which is attached to my 42" plasma TV and my Sony home theatre system). I try to find the Cabron song but all the songs in the Red Hot Chili Peppers folder are misnamed. I try a lot of songs one by one but don't find the Cabron one.

Prisoner on Talk Show

I'm watching a talk show on TV. It's about a woman who wore a red dress when she shouldn't have. It has an elasticated top half and a flowing dress at the bottom.

She shouldn't have worn it because a baby died. None of this dream really makes any sense. The talk show was almost like a trial. The woman was appealing to everyone for understanding but nobody was going to let her off. Everyone (including me) thought she shouldn't have worn the dress.


Chased Through Big Building - Fragment

I'm being chased through a huge building with heaps of corridors and rooms and strange passageways.


Disaster

There are huge waves approaching people's houses. I'm trying to help rebuild my grandparents' house. My grandmother phones me and says she thinks my house is safe but my dad's might not be.

I go back to my grandparents' house and I try to play a radio quietly but I hit the wrong buttons and it plays loud. It wakes my grandfather (who is dead) and he shows me the right buttons to push.


A Dog or a Horse - Fragment

I am laying on a bed and an old dog or an old horse wants to lay down on the bed with me. I get a feeling it is an old faithful animal.


I'm having less detail recall lately. The "story flow" just isn't there and I am patching the story together as best I can but can't remember it all properly.

Paint on Pants

I'm lying in a queen size bed with somebody. Someone else is also in the room and they're standing next to a wardrobe. The surround of the wardrobe is supposed to be white and it mostly is, but there are patches of bright colour under where the white was. The person standing next to it has the bright paint on their pants.

I got the impression they had accidentally gotten paint stripper onto the wardrobe surround and it had eaten away the white paint and they had gotten it on their clothes.


Party - No Other Details

I wrote down "Party" in my DJ but I don't remember anything else. I think this is all I remembered when I woke up... that I had been at a party. Must have been a good one, lol.


Driving to Foodtown

I'm driving from some place in West Auckland to Te Atatu's Foodtown. There is a "dream memory" of having done it many times before but I haven't in real life and I don't think I have in my dreams either.


Recorded TV Show

An old friend of mine is showing me program she has recorded. It has four men on it. Each man is in a photo frame and when you click on it they come alive and talk. I can't remember what my friend is trying to tell me. One of the men is her boyfriend. I think she is unsure if she is with the right man.

I get a bit agitated because she is watching the recorded program while the next episode of the live show is playing so we're missing it. And she has watched this recorded program many times already.

No dream recall... ahhh...

Edit: Just remembered snippet of singing at work and everyone thought I was great at it, lol.

Nosy Friends

I'm in a car with some friends. I get a text from my partner. My friends want to know who the text is from. They tell me they'll drop me off home then wait around to see who turns up to my house.


Measure the Yard

My neighbour tells me she has to measure her yard by the 15th. I realise I must measure mine too. The 15th is only three or four days away and I begin to panic. It will cost $1500 to get someone to measure my yard and I don't have that kind of money.

My dad has measuring sticks so perhaps I can measure the yard myself. I ask my dad if he's going to measure his yard himself. He says he's going to pay someone to do it.

Dad tells me how to measure my yard using the measuring sticks and how to deal with trees in the way.

I'm a bit mad because I only have a few days to do it. How did I miss the notification in the post? I swear I didn't receive any notification that I had to measure my yard by the 15th.

Someone looks through my unopened mail and there's a power bill with a $300 refund cheque attached. Also attached is the notification that I'm supposed to measure my yard.

I guess I should check my mail more thoroughly!


Parrot Changes Colour

My parrot is sitting on my hand. It's a large white parrot like a cockatoo. (Not one I own IRL.) As it speaks it changes colour. I speak to it and it replies and it goes a weird pink colour and the impression is that it's very angry.

Then someone else speaks to it and it replies much more calmly and is a calmer pink colour.


Need CD's for the Trip

A group of us are looking for some CD's for a trip. They must be CD's that the guy from LFT Holdings likes. (A customer of mine I only know a little.)

We are looking through all his vehicles to gather up his favourites. My mother thinks she should pick some she likes as well because she's stubborn like that. She doesn't understand the importance of keeping this guy happy.

I find some chewing gum. One full packet and a few half packets. I think it's a good idea to take these on the trip too. Other people seem to disapprove and I don't know why. We can always replace it later. Chewing gum is good when you're on a long trip.


Major Flooding Disaster Coming

I'm at Selina's house. She is living with her mother. We are all packing stuff urgently because we need to evacuate due to the huge flood that's about to hit our town. The flood is coming from a huge tidal wave and it's very frightening.

I can see the water is pushing against the door of the house. I tell Selina we need to go now! Selina's mother is being stubborn and refuses to leave.

Someone takes my dogs and my parrots in a vehicle with them.

We get in a vehicle and approach a road heading out of town. Someone yells from their vehicle that the road ahead is closed so we turn around to find another way. There is no other way.

We head back and decide to leave on foot. Selina is mucking around and I am annoyed. We need to leave before all ways of escape are closed to us.

We head off up a mountain. The grass on the mountain is green. There's a fence line with a railing. We follow that upwards. We come to a fenced off reserve with a house in it. The park ranger lives there with his family.

The ranger allows us through the property so we can continue up high to safety. We approach their house. I realise I'm in bare feet. Why am I in bare feet. I say to Selina "Of all times to not have socks on!". Selina says "yeah" and chuckles. She knows how much I love wearing socks.

Suddenly I remember my socks are in my pocket. I put my hand in pocket and my socks feel cold and wet. I pull them out hoping to dry them in the sun. It's very sunny and hot. I don't want my shirt to be wet and cold because of the wet socks in the pocket.

Now I'm in a van. Small children are being passed to me through the roof and I'm passing them through the window to safety. A man at the window tells me to wind the window down further so I do. He leans in menacingly and tries to kiss me. I leap out of the vehicle and accuse him of being a pedophile.

I try to beat him up, I want to kill him. Bystanders tell me not to. I tell him if he harms a child I WILL kill him. I assure him I won't hurt him, I will KILL him. I'm very emphatic about it.

We carry on walking up the hill.


Major Flooding Disaster - Other Version

I'm in Selina's house and I see some whiteware... a washing machine, a dryer and one other item. I decide to put them up on a table just in case the flood is not as bad as expected. Perhaps the flood will come up lower than the table.

I don't hold out much hope for that though because the flood is supposed to wipe out the entire town.

I get into a vehicle and drive away. Everything is deserted. I think I'm going to make it. I'm getting further and further from the house.

Suddenly the road is covered in sand and I'm almost bogged down. I turn the vehicle around immediately and try to head back the way I came. I hope like hell the vehicle doesn't get stuck. The vehicle's wheels start to spin a bit but they grip enough to get me back on the tarmac.


Major Flooding Disaster Has Been Through

I am at Selina's house on my own. Selina's mother is not there. The flood has been through and upturned everything. Everything is a mess.

I see the toilet and it seems to be intact and I think that's good because I need to use it.

I try to pack up as much food as I can but there is not much to be found. There is some milk and some cheese and some other incidentals.

I wonder if my animals are ok with the other vehicle they went with. I think that if I could just find out they are ok I will be so very happy. I wonder if everyone drowned in the vehicle. I wonder if someone set the parrots free so they wouldn't drown. I realise if that happened I will never know their fate.

I walk back up the mountain to the reserve to the ranger's house. They let me in. We are sitting at a table and everyone is talking about unimportant miscellaneous stuff. I am anxious to know more about the flood.

I ask if there's a transister radio I can listen to. I am taken downstairs. There's a radio there and a phone. I ask the ranger if he thinks the water has receded and he agrees that it has. But he says the worst is yet to come!

I ask if I can use the phone and I offer the ranger $3 as that is the cost of national calls in New Zealand to speak for as long as you want. He shows me the kitty and nobody else has put any money in it. I put my $3 in it.

I dial my parents' phone number but it takes me three tries to get the number right. I am concerned the ranger will think I'm booking up more than one call but I'm not. I don't connect with anyone the first two tries because I realise the number is wrong before it goes through.


My Reactions to the Disaster are Measured

I'm in the office of a therapist. My first and second fingers on my right hand are resting lightly on some sensors. The sensors are measuring my pulse and detecting my emotional reactions to some scenes that are playing on a screen in front of me.

I see a huge tidal wave on the screen. I almost collapse with fear and shock. Another scene plays with a calmer sea. Then another huge tidal wave. I can see the swell and the sheer magnificent size of it. I'm petrified and let out a desperate little sound like a whimper.

The next scene is a man plummeting to his death. I give no response at all. I realise I must appear callous and uncaring.