March 6, 2008

I Have The Power

Filed under: Remembered Dreams, Dreams — Mark @ 2:13 pm

I had this dream last week, but forgot about it until just now.

It looks like I have the ability to fly again. I’m confronted by a group of tough characters, and I intimidate them away by leaping up about 12 or so feet and hovering there, like some kind of maniacal demon. It was complete with dark lighting and sound effects. That was pretty cool. I do it again a couple of more times.

I seem to be on a patio built into a hillside that overlooks a long lake or reservoir or wide canal. On the other side of the lake/canal there are docks and industrial buildings. I fly down to the water and skim across the water down the length of the canal. I’m really moving at top speed, and I move however I think. If I think faster, I move faster. At the end of the canal, I turn around and really turn on the juice. I’m skimming across the water like a water-skier, at over 200mph. This is the most control I’ve ever had in a flying dream before.

I dart back up to the patio. Jan tells me I should be helping people with this power. Directly across the canal there are huge warehouses that are built up on stilts. They’re about 30-40 feet above the ground. Underneath them are railroad tracks. I can see a train that has derailed. I fly across the canal to help. Gesturing dramatically, I attempt to lift the rail cars using the power of my mind. I’ve never done this before, but I feel pretty confident I can do it.

A bit too well, as it turns out. Not only do the rail cars lift into the air, but in one swift movement, they crash into ceiling. And I mean CRASH! Whoops! I let the cars sink slowly to the ground, and I slink away.

I wake up.

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June 12, 2007

The Party

Filed under: Remembered Dreams — Mark @ 1:32 pm

This is kind of funny. A couple of years ago, I had a dream, and it woke me up. I got up out of bed, and immediately wrote an e-mail to my wife. What follows is the exact text I wrote in that e-mail…

I am so PISSED!!! You just scared the unbeholden, holy-mother-of-god, be-jeebering HELL out of me!!!

Its 1a.m. and I just had one of the worst nightmares I’ve had in a long time.

You got up out of bed and started banging around in the kitchen. You came back into the bedroom and started talking. About what, I’m not sure. Then you said that you were going down the hill to ride. I tried to talk you out of it, saying that because it was so late, it probably wasn’t a good idea. You agreed and said you were coming back to bed. The next thing I knew, you were out in the backyard riding Candy around.

The yard was very overgrown, around and over the pool. You couldn’t even tell where the short block wall was. You almost rode Candy into the pool. You jumped off and ran, yes RAN down the hill. I stood up here watching you. Then the pony was over in a corner of the yard. She had apparently found a set of heavy-duty clippers you had left out (heaven knows how long) and had turned them on. She kept trying to pick them up in her mouth, but the vibration kept spooking her. I chased her away and tried to put them back in their weathered box.

You came up and got mad at me for messing with your clippers and trying to control how you lived. I tried to get you back into the house, but you kept running around and screaming at the neighbors. The neighbors were having a party. Every moment, more and more of the party kept appearing in our back yard. You were screaming your head off, and the party-goers were looking at each other as if saying, “Who’s the crazy lady?”. I couldn’t tell what was wrong with you. I kept saying that she’s never acted this way before. I kept thinking that it was some kind of weird hormonal imbalance.

You ran into the house, and the party-people starting looking much younger. Early 20’s and late teens. Smoking ‘n drinking. The music was loud. I went into the house and found you in the bathroom, puking yer guts out. A couple of the punks were in there with you. Now I started ranting…

“You are NOT leaving this room until I’m finished, and I’m FAR from finished!”

You were sitting on the floor next to the tub. I got down in your face…

“What is WRONG with you?”, I yelled. “You act like you’re on drugs!”

Right then you gave me such a look of innocence, I knew that was it.

“What have you been taking?” One of the punks sitting next to you, the one that had a small sheet of blue translucent plastic over his face said that he’d given you (something I can’t remember) which was the active ingredient in Nyquil. I grabbed his face like a basketball player holds a ball one-handed, and shoved him out of the bathroom.

I couldn’t fathom how they’d talked you into taking something. I was helpless to control the situation. You were stoned, and completely out of control. There were young people all over the house. I was fit to be tied.

I woke up.

I’m still mad.

Funny thing about this dream was that my wife had to remind me that I’d sent that e-mail. To this day I only vaguely remember it.

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May 3, 2007

Planetary Landing

Filed under: Remembered Dreams — Mark @ 1:09 pm

I don’t remember much of this one except that I’m part of a crew, in a space craft, out near Saturn. The planet must be the moon Titan, because we’re coming down over a methane sea. Part of the craft submerges into the methane, and you can see the frost instantly develop on the inside of the craft, level with the surface of the ocean. I can feel my feet start to freeze.

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Future Military

Filed under: Remembered Dreams — Mark @ 12:57 pm

This is one dream that I’ve remembered reasonably clearly…

I’m part of a military fire-squad, actively involved in some conflict. I’m the squad telekinetic. We approach a river and need to cross it. I think the entire squad up in the air, and start moving across the river. For some reason, my concentration falters, and we dip down about waist-deep into the water. But I raise everyone back up and across. Suddenly, we’re pinned down under fire. I’m lying face-down behind a low rock. I can feel my backpack being shredded by enemy fire.

That’s about all I can remember of that one.

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