Month: June 2012

Reverse Control

Like
the following dream some are much more difficult to define, at least
for me. I can get a handle on the dream up until the second woman comes
in. I have spent hours researching definitions of her many symbolisms.
There is an answer but I believe it goes deeper than any dream
dictionary none define why and what she is going through in the dream.
At this point any views from my readers would be more than welcome;
perhaps someone out there my have a clue.

Thursday, June 7, 2012
I
dreamed that my boss, his girlfriend and I  were on a road trip going
to look at something to do with an upcoming job. Our destination was a
few hours away. We took my car and drove until it began to get dark.
Getting hungry, we pulled into a restaurant and went inside for a meal.
Afterward, we got back into the car to continue our trip. I began
backing out, turning the wheel to the right.

Once fully out of the
parking space I applied the brakes in order to shift into drive,
however; the brakes went directly to the floor, and the car continued to
roll backward. I pumped the brakes, but nothing happened. The car
slowly picked up speed, so I shifted into neutral; the car continued to
accelerate. The parking lot of the restaurant was square and ran in 360
degrees around the restaurant. I reached down and pulled the emergency
brake, but it also was a waste of time.

By now, I began to panic, and
oddly my boss and his girlfriend had not noticed what was going on as I
turned to make it through the first bend in the parking lot. The car
picked up speed, and I turned to make the second corner. I was still
pumping the brakes and shifting the car from drive to park watching the
road and for pedestrians in my rear-view mirror. I made it through the
third corner and  once around the fourth corner, I saw a car beginning
to pull out behind me. I laid on the horn which caused the driver to
take notice and stop.

Upon
blowing the horn my boss asked me what was happening. I explained the
situation but he remained calm. I turned to make the first corner again
but was having difficulty due to the speed. At the second and third
corners, the wheels began to squeal around the bends. My boss reached
over and tried to turn off the ignition, but it seemed to be stuck. I
asked him to take over the shifting and ignition while I did my best to
control the car.

At
the fourth turn, the front of the car began to slide. My mind whirled,
and I knew that by now we were going to crash. My idea was to make it
controlled so our injuries would not be so severe. I could not believe
this was happening, and it all seemed like a nightmare. It then dawned
on me that this was perhaps just a dream. I tried to do my reality
checks, but I had to keep my mind on the driving.

“I had better focus on the crash,” I thought to myself, “Just in case it is not a dream.”

The
car was becoming harder to handle, and I had somehow made it around the
restaurant’s first, second and third corner yet again. As I had
completed the third corner turn, I saw a truck in the middle of the
lane. There was no way I was going to squeeze between the truck and
parked cars.

I laid on the horn hoping the driver would realize what was
going on and move over. At the last moment he did, and I was surprised
that I had made it between the truck and parked cars without hitting any
of them. As we came upon the fourth corner again I knew that we did not
stand a chance. The car had picked up to 80 MPH, and if we did not flip
over in the next turn we would certainly crash into one of the other
cars.

It
was running through my mind this was either the end for us, or we would
be crippled by the injuries for life from such a high speed crash. Just
as we came upon the fourth turn my boss was able to get the ignition to
switch off and engaged the shifter to park.

With the shifter in park,
the car began to slow down quickly, and I could make the fourth and
first turn without incident. As we came out of the first turn, I ran the
car up into a high curb next to the restaurant, grinding the wheels
into the concrete. This finally brought the car to a full stop.

The
three of us jumped out of the car to catch our breath, my bosses’
girlfriend rushed off to the restroom. He and I stood next to the car,
and he asked me what had happened. I explained that my guess was the
car’s electronics must be at fault, kind of like the Toyota’s that were
found accelerating on their own some years ago.

I added that I had not
heard of any mishaps with my model car but then again, there was always a
first and mine must be the one.

So
that we would not be late for our appointment, I informed him I would
call for a tow truck for my car and a cab for us. As we stood there, a
small convertible with the top down pulled up along side of us. A blond
woman in her upper thirties was in the drivers seat.

“I saw what happened, is everyone OK?” She asked smiling around very white teeth.

“Yes, we’re just shaken up,” I told her.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“We need a cab to get us to our next destination. If you know of any around here it would help,” I said.

“Matter of fact,” she said, “I have a card for one of the local cab company’s here.” She opened her door and motioned me over.

I
walked over to accept the card. As I stopped inside of the open door, I
happened to take notice of her dress. She had what looked to be a
dungaree dress without the top pockets. The dress may have come down to
her knees, but it was pulled open in the front exposing her naked from
the waist down.

She had long smooth legs and had they not been closed,
her vagina would have been exposed. I could not help but notice the top
of a tattoo from her private part. It was a large star, kind of like the
Texas star. From the outside  tip of the star down to the left tip, it
was colored in red, while the right was in blue.

Pulling open the top of
the dress, she reached inside where there were a couple of pockets. She
pulled the top open more than necessary—my guess was to show off her
large breasts as she did her midsection. She fumbled around one of the
pockets and pulled out a card. Smiling, she handed it to me.

I looked at the card, but it was blank.

“There’s
nothing on here,” I said.

I looked back at her and was shocked to see
that she seemed to have aged 20 or more years. Her face now had wrinkles
and spots from what looked like years of sun exposure. Her legs had
seemed a bit more flabby, and varicose veins were just starting to show.
She pulled open her top once more and reached in for another card. She
pulled it out and handed it to me. I looked at the card and saw the
number for a cab service. I thanked her and turned back to my boss.

“I’ll
call a cab and see if we can still make our appointment on time,” I
said to him.

While dialing my cell phone I caught  a glimpse from the
corner of my eye  of the woman stepping out of  the convertible.

“Is
there anything else I can do for you gentlemen?” she asked seductively.

She reached around me and took my cell phone. I turned to face her. She
now looked to be in her eighties but worse, her skin was horribly baggy
as if she had weighed three or four hundred pounds at one time and had
lost the weight but left the skin.

She took my phone and went to place
it down her shirt but first used it to pull up a large amount of her
skin from her chest. She then let the skin sink back down in her dress
with my phone buried inside. She smiled,with only a few teeth remaining
in her mouth, and those looked rotten.

“You are sure there’s nothing else I can do for you?” she smiled looking back and fourth between my boss and me.

“No!”

I
turned as I heard his girlfriend shout at the woman, “There’s not a
damn thing they want from you.”

 She held out her hand as she stormed up
to the woman gesturing for her to return my phone. Just as she stepped
up to her, I awoke.

Backward
To
dream that you are walking or moving backwards indicates that your
current course of action may be counterproductive. Whatever you are
looking for in life seems to be moving away from you. Thus, you may feel
a sense of failure or belief that you are unable to achieve your goals
and aspirations. – dreammoods.com

Danger
To dream that you are in danger suggests that you need to be more cautious in some aspect of your life.- dreammoods.com

To
dream that you escape from danger signifies that you will rise to a
place of high position and honor in your business and social circle.
-dreammoods.com

Night
To
have a dream that takes place at night represents some major setbacks
and obstacles in achieving your goals. You are being faced with an issue
that is not so clear cut. – dreammoods.com

Break Through

Through
the years I have misplaced, lost, or had journals stolen from me. I can
only imagine the hundreds of dreams that are lost along with them; this
is why I am so fond of technology. I can now save these journals in
many places and in many forms.

Recently,
I came across some boxes I had stored over ten years ago. At the time, I
used one of these boxes just to temporarily clean off the clutter from
my desk. In the process, I had stored this box with others and had
forgotten about it. Imagine my surprise when I opened the box and found
what I thought I had lost, a journal from 2000-2001.

It
has only been within the past couple of years that I began analyzing my
dreams. I could still go through the following dream, but it would take
a lot of time I am already using deciphering current dreams. As I
record this new-found journal in a digital form, I will be adding them
to my online collection.


Tuesday, March 13, 2001

I
dreamed I was out in a field of brown grass that grew just to my knees.
To the left of where I stood was a dirt road, to my right was a long
line of trees that made up a forest, while between me and the woods sat
an old rusty station wagon, some ten or more yards from me. It seemed
that someone was in the car, and I walked over to look inside. There sat
an old black man in his seventies or older.

He was thin with hard
wrinkles throughout his face; his hands and fingers looked to be
crippled with arthritis. His window was down an inch or two, and the
smell of liquor was strong. Thick trash of beer cans, liquor bottles and
food wrappers lay in his seat and front floor board. His back seat and
the back of the station wagon was filled with clothes, books and
scattered pictures. I was sure this rust bucket of a car was what he
called home.

He
looked as if he had been crying, but now he sat staring forward through
 the windshield. The car looked as if it had been here for some time.
The man never looked over at me nor did it ever occur to me to
acknowledge him. I turned from him and his car and walked away, toward
the dirt road.

When I reached the road, I looked in both directions. To
the left, the dirt road ran parallel with the woods as far as I could
see. To the right many yards away stood a neighborhood. I turned in the
direction of the neighborhood, just stepping onto the road; I heard a
loud smashing noise of glass coming from the station wagon. I turned to
see the front windshield smashed in along with the driver’s window torn
out. I ran over to the car and looked inside. Blood and flesh ran down
the outside of the door, and the old man was gone.

I could tell
something had broken into the car and pulled him out, dragging him off
into the woods. I followed the blood and crushed grass around the back
of the car and to the woods. I stepped just inside the woods but saw no
signs of anyone or anything. I had thought about going in and looking
for him but I was no match for anything that could have moved that
fast.. I quickly headed back to the road.

I
did not run but walked at a fast pace. Whatever had gotten the old man
was far faster than me, and I did not want to draw attention. A paved
road took up the dirt road where the homes began. I went from house to
house knocking on doors but in each case no one was home. After a dozen
tries or more, I came along to a home I knew.

The house was home to a
family whose youngest son was close friends with my sons. I knocked on
the door, and a man answered. I had been expecting the boy’s mother,
knowing she was divorced, and she lived with only her  two children. The
man invited me in and introduced himself as the woman’s ‘ex’. He
explained that his ex-wife had called him overdue to hearing noises
throughout the house. He was in the process of seeking them out but so
far had found nothing. I offered my help which he accepted.

While
searching I told him of my earlier experience near the woods; finishing
my story, we heard a scratching sound coming from a room in the back of
the house. We went inside the room, empty but for a bobcat cub. We had
both searched this room before, and it had been empty. There were no
windows in the room or holes in the walls  which it could have gotten
through, and the door had been closed upon our first inspection.

I
stepped up to the cub which did not seem to be bothered by me. I
reached down, and it allowed me to pick it up. I carried the cub through
the house out to the front yard where I placed it in the grass. It may
have been small, but I was sure it was big enough to find its parents or
take care of itself. Just then the woman of the house pulled up along
with her son.

They got out of the car and came over to me while watching
the cub bound across the yard toward the road and in the direction of
the woods. I explained to them where we had found it, but we still had
no clue as to how it had gotten not only in the house but into the
closed room. The woman invited me back inside while we talked. I
followed her, her son and ‘ex’  into the house.

Inside
we headed for the living room where there was a man sitting on the
couch. I do not know where he had come from or who he was but everyone
else seemed to know him. Standing there we all heard the ceiling creak.
We looked up to see small crack forming from the center spreading
outward. The ceiling began to bulge, and the splintering of the wood
grew loudly. Plaster began to rain down from the ceiling, and I made the
suggestion that we leave the house.

Plaster
and wood dropped down from the ceiling, blocking our exit to the front
door. The woman pointed to a door in the side wall of the living room
and said it lead to a side porch.The woman, her son and I moved quickly
to the door. Her ex-husband and the other man stood there.

“Come on!” I yelled at them.

“We
want to see what’s coming through the ceiling,” the man replied. I
thought this was a foolish move, but I was not going to waste time
convincing him to follow.

As
the three of us  reached for the door, the ceiling exploded. I whirled
around just in time to see an enormous cat’s paw plunge down through the
hole. This was followed by the head of its owner, a male lion. I shoved
the woman and her son through the door out onto the porch. As I went
through last, the lion broke through and landed on the floor on all
fours.

It was so large that it took up most of the room and blocked the
two men from and exiting. As the three of us got out onto the porch, my
first thought was to run but then that would attract the loin’s
attention. To the left on the porch were a large stack of boxes. I
pushed the woman and son around to the back of the boxes and told them
to be quiet.

Once
we were behind the boxes, I noticed that things had gotten quiet, the
only noise was that of the enormous lion breathing hard. I did not hear
anything of the two men trapped inside; my guess was they were frozen by
fear. I looked around and happened to notice my truck parked in the
yard only a few feet from the porch. I stretched out my leg and pushed a
hole through the screen. I then had the two crawl through and head for
my truck.

We got in, and I started the engine. Fearing that the noise
would alarm the lion, I gunned the truck as soon as it started. Luckily,
the truck had been pointing to the road. I jumped onto the road taking a
right out of the yard, remembering the thing back in the woods in the
opposite direction. I glanced in the rear-view mirror to check and see
if the lion had come after us, but it had remained in the house. I do
not know how long I drove but continued until I woke.

Pen Pals

“Numbers
in dreams may sometimes not appear directly. Sometimes, numbers can be
presented in the number of characters, number of objects, or an action
that is repeated a certain number of times. Usually, you want to stick
with the basic numbers (1 through 9) when trying to decipher the meaning
of multiple digit numbers. For example, the number “1965” could mean
the year 1965. But you can also add up the digits until you get one
number. Thus 1965 –> 1+9+6+5 = 21 –> 2+1 = 3.” -Dreammoods.com


I
was surprised at the above example and the number. The number “3” seems
to be a big part of the following dream which represents my longing to
start a third blog. Where this site is dedicated to my dreams, I am
thinking of another dedicated to my science fiction stories. As one part
of the dream suggests, I may have to get a bit more aggressive to get
what I want; the aggressiveness would be forcing myself to spend less
time on the couch.


Thursday, May 17, 2012
I
was standing outside in the dark, leaning against a new full size white
car with dark tinted windows. I was looking up at a clear but empty
night sky that had no moon or stars— just a black void. Darkness
seemed to cover everything; the only light was from the car’s headlights
and a single light that shone from an open door shining within a small
run-down home. The home stood away from the road several hundred yards
in a large field.

Three people whom I do not recall were bringing boxes
out of the house and into the trunk of the car. We were not only on the
run but on a mission at the same time, due to my contact with aliens. I
do not recall how contact was made but during the initial contact, the
aliens had given me a writing pen. The pen looked like the one I usually
carry with me, an inexpensive clear pen, which you can buy anywhere.

The pen held several functions. It was a communication device between
the aliens and myself, and I could always locate the aliens with this;
but for some reason, I had found that I could not be tracked through the
pen. The aliens never showed themselves and the contact between them
 and our government was through the pen, which only worked for me.

I
somehow had found out that although the aliens were not violent, they
were here as invaders.

I do not recall if they were taking over our
bodies or just changing their form to look like us. Because of the pen’s
ability, I was informing the government of their location; this was the
reason I and the three others were on the run. The aliens wanted the
pen back even if harming me to get it.

I was going across the country to
stay in hiding and also locate aliens that were spread out so the
government could catch them. I continued to stare up at the sky,
searching for the stars or moon and wondering where they were. One of
the three people with me was a woman who approached me.

“We’re packed and ready to go. Are you sure that pen can’t give us away?” she asked.

“I’m sure.” I answered, “As long as we have nothing on us or in the car with a GPS, we’re safe,” I answered her.

The
woman turned away and got into the back to the car. The men followed,
one getting in back and the other in the driver’s seat; I got in the
passenger’s seat. The car turned around and drove through a grassy path
up to a small incline. After a few hundred yards, we turned onto a back
road. I pulled out a map. The map was rolled up and had the texture of
plastic. Once I unrolled the map it was flat.

The map was a midnight
blue and blank. I placed my right finger on it, and a large yellow dot
with many points appeared; these were our current location . Bluish
lines representing roads appeared to stretch out from the yellow point
of my finger to smaller points representing towns or cities.

There were a
dozen cities around us, although I am not sure of the area portrayed,
like a picture on a smart-phone or tablet. I spread two fingers wide
across the map, and the scene moved closer in until only three towns
were left. I pointed to the nearest town which was to the upper right
 from us.

“Let’s go here.” I touched the nearest town, and  at the bottom to the map, distance to the city came up, 30 miles; it was then I awoke.

A void, empty space, or nothingness can represent:
Openness, freedom, potential, endless possibility as in an empty canvas or empty space.

Extraterrestrial
To
dream of an extraterrestrial being or place represents your far-fetched
ideas and wild imagination. Your mind does not know any limits.

Pen
To
see a pen in your dream signifies self-expression and communication.
Consider also the phrase of how the pen is mightier than the sword.

3 lights
3 people,
12 towns, 1 + 2 = 3
3 towns,
30 miles, 3 + 0 = 3.
Three
Three
signifies life, vitality, inner strength, completion, imagination,
creativity, energy, self-exploration and experience. Dream of the number
three may be telling you that the third time is the charm.

Escape
To
dream that you escape from injury, from an animal, or from any
situation signifies your good health and prosperity. You will experience
a favorable turn of events.

Car
To
dream you are driving the car, you are taking an active role in the way
your life is going. However, if you are the passenger, then you are
taking a passive role.

Map
To
see or study a map in your dream suggests that your current life path
will lead to fulfillment of your needs and realization of your goals. It
also indicates that you are set on the path to self knowle
dge and self
discovery.

Path


Sometimes
the grass looks greener on the other side, in this case only because
it was over a sewer. I enjoy my job as a crane operator; the work is
always challenging and never the same. The only time I cannot enjoy
the job is on the rare occasion that I am with a company that makes
the job miserable. During 2010, I had one company pushing me to come
work for them. After sometime and an offer they made me, I decided to
hitch my wagon to them.


Once
there I found that within the two years, they had been in business,
they had been through over a dozen operators. Every rule and law,
governing crane operating was thrown out. Speed was always placed
before safety and expressing your thoughts or opinions was taken as
insults, the job quickly became a nightmare. The following dream held
not only the path I was on but the answers I needed.




Wednesday
April 28, 2010


I
dreamed that I was crane operating out on a military base. I had
finished up for the day and was walking to my car to go home. There
was a road alongside the job that led to my car and took me past five
military fighter jets parked alongside the road. Each fighter jet was
from each branch of the military; Army, Marines, Navy, Air Force and
National Guard.

I do not recall which order they were in, but they
held a futuristic look. They were painted the military colors of each
branch and were much sleeker than any design I had ever seen. The
bodies of the planes had no visible seams, looking as if they had
been molded as one piece. The cockpits were black and looked to be
only a single pilot cockpit.


I got up
to my car and noticed right away that it also held the sleek shape of
the fighter jets but without the wings. The body of my car, like the
fighter jets, had no seams except for where the doors were. Although
the jet fighters looked impressive, my car was far better looking
than any of them.


I got in
and started the car, the interior looking like it always had, in
reality. I drove home and pulled into my driveway. Only in the dream
did my house have a garage. I left the car and walked into a door
located on the side of the garage. Inside sat my 71′ Mach 1 which I
had sold years before. Pieces of the body had been removed, and the
engine was under repair. It was obvious that I was in the process of
restoring the car.


Military


To
see the military in your dream signifies rigid authority and
emotional repression.- Dreammoods.com


A
Futuristic look


To
dream that you are in the future signifies your hopes or your fears
of how things will turn out. You are feeling apprehensive about the
future.-Dreammoods.com


Fighter
Jet


To
dream of a fighter jet indicates that you are involved in some fast
paced project.


Five


The
number five may reflect a change in your path, or that you need to
alter your course.-Dreammoods.com


Repairing


Repairing
a situation, relationship, problem, etc. A fresh start or the desire
for one.- thecuri-ousdreamer.com