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Real Dreams

890814 dream

Clarification that groups of people in my dreams really are from between lives/other planes.  This

dream was continuous with waking thought.

890814 event 

Saturday I met P____s granddaughter, who was so sweet, forthright and unembarrassed that her

behavior would have done justice to any adult.  It was a gift from God, showing me how simple it is to

behave well with others.

000718 dream

 

In a house with a lot of windows by an ocean.   T____ and I are looking out French doors  toward the

backyard , which is a beach with a green sea. We are watching the waves break on the beach. Suddenly

I see an enormous green swell and I shut the door  and pull T_____ back away from the door.  The

wave breaks and (goes down the stairs to the basement) , but we aren't touched.  I call out to the little

girl called R____ in the other room to brace herself.

R____ and I are on foot  near Falling Waters  and there are ponies around, a la Assateaque . A youngish

woman is driving a dark car  very fast around the loop, we are on the road, and she is irritated that she

has to slow down for us.  She turns and glares at us.  We have been walking a long time and our feet

are cold.   We find a place to sit somewhat sheltered with others and I rearrange my second set of peds

(socks)  and put my shoes back on.  Other people have cold feet too, but when I offer them my second

pair of socks, they decline.

R____, as a little girl, spies someone coming and hides in a closet.  [The whole building construction is

temporary  and looks like a side-walk roof built by construction people, in a curve of tacked-together

walls, with closets.]  A relatively small dark woman, etc. comes and goes directly  into the closet after

her. [I don’t do anything about it.] I see the face fairly clearly.  She is not too dark, looks like an Asian

Hispanic.  Also looks a little like a C____, had she come from Peru.

We are changing clothes  from a different closet.  I am trying to decide what to wear and eventually put

on jeans from a heap on the floor.   (I am looking for other clothes for other people, too.).

010630 dream

Something, someone, some organization has taken over the world.   We live in a subterranean place

like thin pale green shells, a cocoon or maze almost, with indentations and doorways, passages.  There

is no logic to the structure. The oppression is palpable. We do not dare to do anything. We watch our

step. We hide when we can.  This does not feel like something that has happened to me personally, but

to all of us. Through most of this time, it is hard to see another person—it is almost as if we cannot

trust anyone, so we don’t get together.  We are all isolated in this fear and lay low.  Nothing

specifically is prohibited, but the overall feeling is "we don’t dare…" do anything in particular.   We

don’t dare bring attention to ourselves.

Our communications are monitored. We send letters to the "outside" (although everyone is inside) by

adding to the previous letter.   I read a few of these "emails" on a long sheet of green paper, flipping it

over.  The paragraphs are in multiple hands.

There is water leaking from under the floor mats that are integral to the structure of this pale green

artificial  "world".  I get some paper napkins to wick out the water  so it can dry better, and find that in

one place, someone has done this already.

I am walking down a curving country road, next to unimproved land, to an appointment, like a medical

appointment , and decide to remove my stockings or adjust my clothes or something, and find that

somehow without realizing it, I myself have taken off my own underwear, leaving everything else in

place.  My underwear is in my hand, and I try to decide where to hide it, so I won't show up at my

appointment with my underwear in my hand.  I then realize that I am in my car and can leave the

underwear in there. 

As I ride down the road to my appointment, I pass some kids playing in the street, wrestling, and I

drive very slowly, carefully.  Still, some kid says he was hit.  I stop the car and call him to tell me how

he was hurt.  He has pale black skin and a dirty face, cute enough healthy kid.  He says he is ok, I

wasn't watching where I was going and I ran into the car.  

At that point I somehow pick up a family of short, pale, strawberry blond, poorly nourished low class

people.   I offer to give them a ride home, and suddenly find myself in the backseat, and the little man

is getting into the drivers seat to drive, I guess he feels entitled because he is a man.  I doubt that he is

competent to drive. I say, no, I will drive.  Please get out of the front seat so I can drive.  He is put off