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001 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Ditched while Dreaming
002 - [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Gerald - Mike's Lotto's Dreams - Interp.
003 - [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Gerald - Phone the Deceased - Interp.
004 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Dreaming In Silence- Sleepless In Dallas
005 - [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Gerald - 3 King Dreams of 3 Kings' Day!
006 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Girl newguy
Electric Dreams: Dream Flow
A fountain of dreams in Cyberspace
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Ditched while Dreaming
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 10:07:09 -0800
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Ditched while Dreaming
It seems that i have the same dream over and over .Its not always the same
but the massage is loud and clear. My best friend and i are very close and i
always have dreams or abandonment from her. She ditches me for a new friend or
she tells me that she no longer likes me or she uses personal insecurities
about myself to hurt me in some way. In my heart i dont think she would ever
do anything to hurt me or to leave me but my dreams must mean something. im
incredibly confused . if you can help me understand what these dreams means
somehow or recomend a book or website you would help me out a great deal ..
thank you for your time
PEACHES266
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From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Gerald D'Aoust)
Subject: Mike's Lotto's Dreams - Interp.
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 11:01:00 -0800 (PST)
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Dear Mike,
thank you for posting your dreams which I'm repeating for ease of
reference and convenience...
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Lotto
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1999 17:52:24 -0800
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I had a dream last night that I had won the lottery.
Previously, about 6 months ago, I had a dream in which 6 winning
numbers were given to me.
What could be the meaning of this ?
I am aware that many times dreams mean the opposite of what one may
think.....
Mike
***********
Hey! what is this Freudian garbage that you're talking about? Do you
believe that your dream are only your imagination playing tricks or what?
Listen to this, a few years back, I heard on the radio that woman
somewhere in the States had this dream in which she was into some Casino in
Reno or Las Vegas and I can't recall exactly where, but what I remember
though is that she had dreamt of winning a Million$ in a slot machine and,
Mike, she was obviously smarter than you because she believed in her dream
and began packing to get there and her husband saw her doing that when he
entered the house and ask her what she was doing... and she replied that she
was getting herself ready to go to the Casino... and she or they went... and
you know what, she found the Casino in question and won 1 Million$ US in a
slot machine exactly as she had dreamt!!! Yes! This is true!
Well, if I were you, I'd smarten up and would become an instant
millionnaire because the magic combination and everything else was given to you.
So, why don't you wake up and stop putting your naive confidence in
Freudian or Jungian garbage and realise that dreams are Divine Messages and
become smart and rich instead of remaining poor and stupid.
What are you waiting for? If you were smart enough to write that magic
combination down which was divinely given to you... go play it and win!
Good Luck! Mike and become a Winner instead of a Looser... and please for
your own sake stop believing in all the popular crap which is being thought
in these present dark days about dreams.
Once Again Good Luck you poor sleeping indoctrinated miscreant... not your
fault mind you if everybody in this idiotic world love to kiss Carl Jung's ass!!
Wake Up and Good Luck!
Dr. Deus
PS: Don,t forget to send me my cut! :)
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Subject: Phone the Deceased - Interp.
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 11:01:10 -0800 (PST)
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Dear Dreamer,
this is a great dream. We'll repeat it for ease of reference and
convenience...
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Phone the Deceased
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1999 18:03:14 -0800
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Dream Title i dont know
Date of Dream 1/11/99
Dream i called a friend who has recently died. i was
suprised when he answered the phone. he later came over and told me he was
okay and explained what was going on. it was very real. i actually woke up
about 3 times and fell back asleep to the same dream.the last time i was in
my room with him and he said he had to go. i then had a completely
different dream. i spoke with him and he told me he was okay. it was just
like reality.he tried very hard to prove it was really him. i dont know it
was just a very strange dream and i know it meant something
Comments by Dreamer i just wish that dreams really do mean something
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Yes! of course dreams really mean something, unlike this popular garbage
which is prevalent today and pretends the contrary.
Now, pay solid attention to my words and perhaps you'll see the light. :)
For about 9 months now, I've been continuously repeating and repeating
to that bunch of stupid brainless, totally deprived of any intellect Jungian
Dummies with tens of postings on Dreams of the Departed, backed up with
genial divine theories emanating from the Holy Scripytures of the World
which have been there for them to read... but unfortunately they seem so
indoctrinated to the point of total blindness. :)
Can you imagine....
"he tried very hard to prove it was really him."
... and those brainless Jungian Ding-Dongs are too stupid to see the
Other World. The desperate behaviour of this guy in this dream is exactly as
the dispair of my own Deceased Grand-Father in my first dream of 3 Kings'
Day, "Firebirds and the Live Radio" posted on Morpheus on the 6th, in which
he desperately said...
"OH! They never understood nothing and they'll never understand. Might as
well eat my shorts... because they're just too stupid and we'll never be
able to make them understand anything!"
... and I fully agree with my Grand-Pa, the Other World and all its
inhabitants are right there and screaming at us to see them and it takes
stupid blind brainless idiots not to be able to see that!! :-)
Now, who else on this list recognises that we remain after-death in
immortal Ghostly Forms? Also, who falsely believes the stupid contrary?
Please stand up and don't be shy to say what YOU HONESTLY THINK!!!
Sacrebleu! All good dreamers dream at occasions of Apparitions of
Departed and if we'd believe the dummies... they try to make us believe that
we are just as blind and as stupid as themselves!! Shame on them!
Who among all of you here will try to come and pretend to me that all
dreamers are crazy because they are all witnesses of this fact that we meet
Departed in dreams?
Now, I'd really like to hear the next stupid idiot who will come to try
telling us that the Other World is only imagination... because you're gonna
have a surprise in your next dream.
Finally, if you can't understand that you will remain beyond death into
beautiful immortal Ghost Bodies which are the same as the ones that you have
while you dream well you'll be damned and that shall be your doom on the day
that you will die you poor sleeping Raisin Tarts!
>
>O procrastinating one, who thinketh not of the coming of death,
>Devoting thyself to the useless doings of this life,
>Improvident art thou in dissipating thy great opportunity;
>Mistaken, indeed, will thy purpose be now if thou returnest empty-handed
from this life.
>
Can't you see that while you had this dream and that innthat dream, the
Body of Yours which was talking on the phone was not the same as the one
which was sleeping in the bed... although they are both animated by the same
soul???
If you can't realise that obvious fact... well your brains are definitely
fried or defective and you ask Santa for another head at next X-Mas!!! :)
Let's go! come and discuss with me about this, if you have any courage to
face the facts! :)
Who has any intellect here?
Definitely Poor Statistics, in this respect! :)
Shame! on the poor miscreants!
Dr. Deus
PS: Oh! There was "a unique" Sleeping Beauty.... while there are millions of
"Sleeping Dummies"!!
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Dreaming In Silence- Sleepless In Dallas
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 13:38:38 -0800
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Dream Title Dreaming In Silence- Sleepless In Dallas
Date of Dream 12/26/98
Dream It is not very often, that when I do dream, that I
ever remember what I have dreamt. This particular dream has stuck in the
back of my mind for weeks and anybody that has any thoughts on it would be
appreciated.
-dream-
I am walking through this grand arched doorway. As soon as I enter the room
I notice that I am dressed in a lavish Ballgown. Then I turn my attention
to the rest of the room. There is a long table in the middle of the room
that looks like it belongs in a palace. Then I realize that the people that
are there are dressed in tails and they are all men. Everyone looks like
they are talking, but there is only silence. There is only one person that
I recognize.
The next thing I remember, I am walking down this concreted path with a
gentleman that is old enough to be my grandfather. We are walking along and
I notice in the near distance kids are playing. We walk for a ways like he
is leading me somewhere and we come upon some stairs. I stop, but the
gentleman continues. I look at the stairs and realize that they proceed
downwards and level out for about two feet and then there are more stairs
that go up. As soon as he gets to the other side, I proceed down the
stairs. Then much to my suprise, with every step I take there is this dome
like thing starting to close over head, just the length of the set of
stairs. I get to the two foot leveled clearance, but the dome is not
stopping. I start to run up the other set of stairs to try beat the closure
of the dome.
This is where I woke up. I distinctly remember not one word was actually
said throughout the whole dream. Can any one interpretate this for me? I
would really appreciate it.
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From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] (Gerald D'Aoust)
Subject: 3 King Dreams of 3 Kings' Day!
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1999 19:31:12 -0800 (PST)
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Dear Dreamers,
hey! I don't know if you've noticed but in my reply to the Dreamer
of the Phone of the Deceased, I mentioned about a dream of late in which my
Grand-Pa was behaving the exact same as this desperate Ghost of that
Departed. So, I might as well finish what I started and put that dream on,
just in case, someone would try to "SHARE" comments or even interpret... but
I get the impression that if I would like an interpretation, I may as well
make one myself, if I don't want to be still waiting in the year 2525!! That
will most likely be faster!!! :)
Anyways, it's not because that we've never seen something... that it means
that we'll never see it. :)
In either cases, (12 or 24?), I haven't bothered putting many of my dreams
here yet, simply for the fact that nobody makes any comments about dreams
except Tony who at least says something. I fail to see why people take the
time to even write "YES! SHARE COMMENTS" when nobody, except rare exceptions
like Tony or myself again, makes any. To be honest with you, I get just as
much feedback from you people than from the Cows of my nieghbour grazing in
the field... which, curiously enough, often look to the right and sometimes
to the left. Hey! Tony, have you been speaking of your theory to my
neighbour's cows? Hey! I'm joking, you can think whatever you want, it
doesn't matter, I'm not segregationist and have nothing against cows, and
besides, myself when I'll die, I'll put in my will that all my favourite
animals be killed and burnt next to my decrepiting body on the pyre, just
all the smart people did in the past. Oh! Yah! that's the way to go... we
used to that in Egypt, in Assyro-Babylonia, with the Celts and everywhere
else, where people believe in the right thing... it was in fashion in those
days to go into the Other World, in good company! :)
People today are so bad today that they get dragged by the hair into
the other world instead of proudly walking into it.
Anyways, changing subject, just to show you that I dream at occasions...
(like as much as 6 dreams in one night which is very natural for Nutcracker
or some other people, but which is more than what some people dream in one
year or even during all their lifetimes)... here are my 3 King Dreams of 3
Kings' Day....
#1- "Firebirds and Live Radio"....
#2- "Self-Sprung Crop".... and...
#3- "Train Hoppers"....
"Firebirds and Live Radio"
"It began when a friend showed up with this brand new Wine Red Pontiac
Firebird... 4 doors mind you... but he had only some older style metal spoke
wheels, as you would find on old farm equipment... with no tires and I
offered him a hand to change his wheels. Looking into the engine compartment
I was surprised to see that everything was of the wine red colour except the
chromed parts.
As I was jacking the car from the front, the car was raising faster than
I could because there was a ghost guy jacking it from behind and he was
lifting it so high that I thought that the car would flip to its side.
Anyways, we managed to change the wheels in a record time.
Then as we had just finished, another car exactly of the same model and
colour, with only two rubber tires at the back turned the corner of the
street... making an awful noise and was kind of out of control and came to a
stop. I recognised the guy, as a fellow by the name of Big John, and I was
surprised that he was able to afford a brand new car... because he could not
even buy himself a tooth brush on credit... so good his financial situation is.
This time as we changed the front wheels, again with the same ghost as
before who was faster on the jacking than we could even get the jack in
place, I noticed that the wheels were of a type that would have been perfect
for rail road tracks of somekind.
Then other cars, all the same, showed up... and I was supplying them with
tires and wheels from the local gas station garage. Actually, we fixed up so
many vehicles that I was wondering if I should not have some grooves done in
my driveway to prevent the cars from going back and forth once jacked up?!!
Afterwards, when I went home, I found next to my bed, a plastic bag in
which I found an old bizarre radio along with two old beaten up mismatched
speakers... with a little note that it was a present for me from Michael
(the Garage Owner's 12 year old Son)... and a warning to be careful because
the radio was "Live"! Humm!
I took the radio in my hand and it looked like an alarm clock... cranking
type. It was off-white colour and from the plastic radio station scroll or
whatever was partially twisted and deteriorated as if it had overheated at a
few occasions. I also noticed that the antenna which was removeable and
attached from a wire to the radio was made out of wood!!!... like one of
these shish-kabob skewers.
I flicked it on to see if it was working but it only made some
sqweeches... and I tried to turn the dial but nothing was moving. However,
my friend Ernie, who was there, took it in his hand and said to me... "There
is no battery in that thing... only springs... but as he played with a bar
handle on it... the radio began picking up all kinds of stations by itself!!
A Live Radio of somekind... playing music even disconnected to the speakers
and we soon noticed that if we would put it close to any source of
electricity that it would short everything up... didn't matter if the source
was a car battery or live wire. It would make the Ark jump!!
Then, amusing myself with that crazy radio... I took it along with me...
and we went out for a pic-nic or something and I was at a table with some
people preparing some veggies for cooking while talking to the father of
Michael, a man by the name of Carol... and putting that little radio close
to an electrical cord... the radio shorted everything... and the antenna
caught in fire!! I shut it off... and poured water on the antenna but that
wasn't sufficient as it would keep on burning from inside... and dipped it
in the water-filled pan next to me, in which I was washing the veggies in...
and that got it extingued for good.
Then, because I was afraid that I might have roasted the radio, because
of the amount of electricity that had gone through it, I flicked it on...
and it was still working and began playing music again.
Also, as all of this was happening... my grand-father who has been dead
for several years was having some trouble convincing some people that he was
alive... and just like a little kid to whom you try teaching something that
he will eventually learn to do for the rest of his life and gives up
saying... "Oh! I'll never be able to do it"... my grand-father was mumbling
and grumbling and saying funny desperate things which were making everybody
laugh... like...
"OH! They never understood nothing and they'll never understand. Might as
well eat my shorts... because there just too stupid and we'll never be able
to make them understand anything!"
...and everybody was laughing."
(End of dream)
*****************
My Grand-Father was a good guy and he liked to laugh and make jokes like
that but it would encore the young ones to try harder and persevere... and
the Ghosts have begun speaking lately and the phenomena will now increase in
intensity... and don't worry that's a Live Radio, plugged directly in the
Other World and can catch every station from there... even this old R.C. guy
here...
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: my father's funeral
Date: Thu, 05 Nov 1998 12:55:59 -0800
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Dream Title my father's funeral
Date of Dream December 27, 1993/4-5a.m.
Dream After my father died all my family said that they
felt my father would come to me in a dream to let us know that he was okay.
The first night that he died, I did not dream and neither the second night.
On the third night, the day before his funeral I had a dream in which I
woke up crying (I was 29 years old at the time). In the dream, we were at
my father's funeral which was at our parent's home. It was an open casket
which was in my parent's bedroom and all the vistors were in the front room
and kitchen. I was in the room with my Aunt Betty (his sister in law) while
she was viewing my father. For some reason she decided that she would try
to climb in the casket. Now if you knew my Aunt Betty, she is a sizable
lady with a good sense of humor. As a result, the casket fell over with her
and my dad rolling out of the casket. When she stood up, she asked me what
were we going to do to put him back in the casket. As we were trying to
figure it out, my dad o!
!
pened his eyes. Both of us were suprised. He asked me to go get my brothers
and my mother so that we could talk. Once they came in the room we closed
the doors to their bedroom and he told us that he was okay. He kept saying
it over and over, "I'm okay." We said what were we going to tell everyone
since they all here for his funeral. He said to not tell anyone and go
along with the funeral. He said that it would be our secret. When I asked
him what he was going to do with himself while he was hiding out, he said
that he would be a ham radio operator (I think that is how you spell ham?).
As he said this we could hear a ham radio squak with some different people
saying "breaker one, two, R.C. (that was his nickname) can you hear us. We
are ready to party." At this point I woke up crying. I let my family know
that Dad was okay and he actually had gotten himself a job in heaven. My
Aunt to this day does not understand why she had to be the one to dump him
out of the coffin. The fu!
!
nny part about the day was my uncle (his brother-not married to my Aunt
Betty) came to me at the funeral to let me know that during a dream he had
about my father that my dad told him to tell me that it was all right. My
father was and is the apple of my eyes.
Comments by Dreamer Can dreams be a connection to the after life
and/or other spiritual things?
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...but people never cared to make any comments about this dream... so,
who could care less than the dreamer himself... and regardless, without
mentioning this fact, here is dream #2... and this is an easy one to
interpret...
"Self-Sprung Crop"
"I had gone to Berthier Simard's Farm, most likely to get some dog food,
because he is and has been my supplier for 4 years now. Berthier's farm is
ideally located on the South-Westerly long and gentle slope stretching at
the base of the Round Mountain, which is a geographical landmark in this
neighbourhood... and apparenly the remains of an old volcano. His farm is in
full sunshine all day long. For your info, I live straight across at about 3
miles distance to the North-East of his place. Anyways, I had driven there
with my 1978 Dark Brown Chevrolet Malibu Station Wagon (I had this car for 3
or 4 years from 1988 to 91)... and got into his warehouse where I met a
young male universitarian who had just begun working for Berthier Simard,
for the whole summer holidays and I asked him if he liked working there on
his farm, to which he replied that he liked it very much. To me, it appeared
that it was the last week of April or the first week of May, because that's
when the Universitarians finish school and go on the work market to make
money for the next University year. I told him that the Simard people were
very nice people and that it was a good and heathy place to work. I also
asked this young man who hair was rather long and thin... about what he was
doing on the farm and he told me that right now he was helping Berthier in
the experimental corn field... and as soon as he had finished tying his
boots and served me with dog food we both walked across the road into the
most amazing fully grown large Self-Sprung Corn or Maize Field and met
smiling Berthier there who with his Sunglasses was attending this miraculous
field which still needed to be cared and attented for best and early results
and it was growing right there on the top of the old mountains and the
earliest cobs were already being harvested (at the end of April... when the
gardens are not even started yet... and the snow barely gone!!!) Every
single stalk was to produce anywhere from 20 to a 100 cobs... and the grains
were huge, finger or even thumb size and there were no more than 7 rows of
them on the cobs. Right next to each stalk was an aluminum heat and steam
generating rod and Berthier was explaning that these stalks had been growing
all winter protected by black plastic. (Interestingly, eventhough this area
is very cold, the ground never freezes in winter, at least once it is
covered and insulated by snow and amazingly carrots ans certain salads grow
all winter if if covered with insulating straw and snow.) Anyways, since I
was there, Berthier gave me he job to go and post a pile of "Corn Cobs for
Sale" paper signs all around the area... in order to sell this abundant all
"summer long" crop!
The production would be big enough to feed the whole region's populace and
the prices were to be good since no one else would have any other corn to
sell for at least three months. I remember loading the paper signs and
Berthier gave me firstly a dozen cobs as a sample to taste them and then
added four more cobs which were all put in the same black plastic garbage
bag and he also gave me a few pamplhets of some informative litterature for
dairy farmers to pass along, and these which had several pages and were
about one quarter inch thick had the drawing of an Holstein Cow on the cover
and were cut-out in the form of a Boot or Half-Bell, like those X-Mas
decorations which spreaded open all the way around make little bells and
placing all this carefully in the back cargo area of the old station I
gently closed the tail-gate and headed towards the village of
St-Hubert-de-T�miscouata in order to post a few signs!" (end of dream) (Jan
6th, 1999)
**************
Very good dream... what do you see in there and "YES SHARE COMMENTS"...
let's go search you heads a little... and if you ever find them let me know
what you see inside... most likely a black hole in the cosmos... and,
regardless even if this where you'll be landing after death, here is dream #3...
"Train Hoppers"
"A couple athletic young women of Asiatic? origin were hopping on and off
a long freight train in motion trying to escape from a male rapist who was
determined to get either one of them. As soon as he would get near one or
the other... the one to be caught would jump off and hop back on a few
wagons later in between wagons... and the rapist was doing like them... and
it went on like that for quite a while... climbing and running on top of the
train, climbing down and jumping off... and at the end when the first of the
women hopped off... he immediately followed and was running after her and as
he got really near to catch her, the second woman, who was hanging on the
front side ladder handles of a coming wagon, kicked him on the head, right
in his face with her boot while passing by... which blow made him fall
backwards on his ass... and the other woman was able to run away from him
still in direction opposite to the travelling of the train and managed with
lots of efforts, because she was getting quite exhausted, to hop on the last
freight wagon... but not the end caboose... and the guy tried to do like
her, as this wagon came up to him, but... by the time he arrived, she had
already climbed to a safe height and was able to swiftly step and dance on
his fingers while he was desperarely trying to catch her leg as she was
doing so... and finally, because he could not raise higher to set his feet
on the wagon's ladder bars... he finally, drained of any strenght, dropped
right between the wagons... and right underneath the wheels. And the girls
saluted each other... slightly hanging off the side!!"
(end of dream) Jan 6th, 1999.
Well done girls! Good Girls... working in solid cooperation!
**************
Any comments will be appreciated... let's go. Try to see if you can
understand that when you dream you are hopping on the Other Side. Also, if
nobody interacts in sharing dreams and comments, what is the point of
mentioning "Sharing"? When someone says "yes share comments" or even asks
for an interpretation, one, I mean the person who asked for something
should at least acknowledge reception.... because if you ask for something
and you receive something, politeness implies that you at least respond to
the comments or interpretation in regards to your dreams... since sharing
means go back and forth.
Otherwise say "No" I don't want to share comments and nobody will expect
any. Yes! Why lie to everybody?
That would be most kindly human of you... if you could at least learn to
say thank you.
Just watch it goes like this,
"Thank You!"... and the other one replies "Oh! My pleasure!" :)
Now, that's sharing... and really if it's always the same one giving then
I don't call that sharing... but feeding the poor. :)
Thank You,
G�rald "The Dreamer who has and is a dream"
aka Dr. Deus "The Dream Decryptor"
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Girl newguy
Date: Thu, 14 Jan 1999 01:35:33 -0800
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Dream Title Girl newguy
Date of Dream 08/01/99
Dream
The first thing I remember about being in this dream is being in a friend
of mines car and we were driving along a train station and down the ramp
where you catch a train. Then at the bottom of the train station(which I
now know to be my hometowns train station) there are two tough looking
people there one had a gun pointing at Edwin(one of my best friends
brothers) and I dont know where edwin went after this but the other guy
that didnt have a gun was in the drivers seat (formerly where edwin was) .
Next thing I know me and Edwin and the two tough looking guys are out of
the car and on a train station I have never seen and they are telling edwin
to teach me a lesson (Edwin seems to be long time friends with them now) ,
but Edwin doesnt want to hit me cause he is a good friend but I miss
interperet what these two tough guys have said and I thought he wanted me
to fight back. So Edwin swings and I block it and throw him down a set of
stairs to which the other guy say what the !
!
hell are you doing and I said "I though you wanted me to have a fight with
him", but it seems they just wanna give me a black eye or bloody nose.
Edwin then hits me in the head and i feel all dizzy.
I dont know if anything happened in between this, but if it did I can't
remember cause I am on another train station ready to catch a train with
two people who I cant really see or cant remember and another two tough
guys who seem to be on my side and are starting fights with some people who
get off the train. The train then comes and we get aboard and right in
front of me is this girl and one of the tough guys if touching here and it
isnt making me happy so I touch her as well (in an un gentlemanly type way)
and ask her to sit down in some vacant seats which she does but she sits on
another red headed girls lap(I also have red hair). That is when I notice
the most beautiful girl I have every seen (not just beautiful I know this
girl is meant for me by the way she is looking at me and she can see the
same thing in my eyes and I ask their names but I can only remember their
initials for some reason and I think (Im not sure but i can remember
something along the lines) that the!
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people I am with ,try to pick her up(chat with her so she likes them
better) but she only wants to speak to me. She then asks where the toilet
is and her red-headed friend tells her and when she is gone I am frantic
that she wont come back, that is when I look towards the front of the train
and see the train driver laughing and saying something about where the
toilets are and I start to look but I then see the course he train is
taking and it was like a really mild roller-coaster with lights but for a
train it didnt look safe. Shortly after this we are at the train station
and we all get off (I am still looking for this girl whos name starts with
"C" or "K" and the redheaded girl tells me she should be waiting on the
train platform for us.
I see her first as she is getting out of the train and I say something to
her about how she is the most prettiest glamourous hottest etc. , girl I
have ever seen and she says she wants to go somewhere quiet , and I tell
her I am not from around this area and ask here to find a place before our
friends catch up (I wanted to be alone with her) I look over the other side
of the platform and see one of those African lookin trains that have people
in every place possible even on the roof of the train but I take no notice.
We walk up the stairs, before my friends and her red headed friend see us,
towards a town that looks pretty old(I know the name of the town started
with a "D" and seemed like a familiar town to me. We walk up what what I
think is the main street and go into a old apartment building (all the time
talking like we have know each other for years) when we get upstairs there
is a row of about5 or 6 doors, and she tries the first 3 or 4 and I look in
to see some Indian!
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s (from India not Native Americans) sleeping. When she gets to her door
unusually she pulls out a key to get in(all the other doors where open) and
I see several people sleeping she asks me to wait from 1 minute. When she
is inside it doesnt make me happy that she isnt in my presence and I look
persistently through the keyhole but I cant see nothing that is when i
realise what sort of building I am in, it looks like something out of an
american movie where drug addicts live , it is late at night and I can hear
children running amok and adults yelling. She comes out of her apartment
wearing her pyjamas looking absolutely stunning and she tells me she cant
go out tonight cause her brother is in town and she is not allowed out for
the rest of the night but she can come out tomorrow night. I think I get
her phone number and then thats all I remember till I wake up (In my dream
still not in real life) and there is two friends at the door who I know as
Dashmir and Rod but I cant rem!
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ember them on the train , and with em is that red-headed girl they are
talking about what a good night last night was ,that is when I look for her
phone number but the name is there (I still cant remember her damn name)
but the number has been torn off and I ask the redhead if she see's her
much which she does . The redhead is best friends with her and looked at
the paper I had and gave me her phone number thats when I woke up.
My name is Tim I am an 18 year old Australian who is currently unemployed
and I am very unlucky in relationships , not that I am ugly just every girl
I meets just wants a few weeks or days together then we break up. Well the
reason I am writing this is because if I had a choice I would stay in that
dream because in all my life the girl in the dream is actually "THE GIRL OF
MY DREAMS" I cant seem to get her out of my mind for the last week or more
and because of that dream I have changed my views on life eg. I wake up
early now to look for work instead of sleeping till lunchtime , I have been
a heavy drinker since the age of 16 and stopped abruptly, I was also a
chronic pot smoker since 15 and have tried to quit many times and I think
since this dream I wont smoke again, and I done all this just incase I
might meet a girl just like the one in my dream. And I am trying to work
out the name of the town in my dream cause if it is a town I am gunna go
there and see for myself if w!
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hat happened in my dream is actually there and I will see if I can find her.
This might sound stupid but I bet no one has reacted like I have to a
dream like I have because I really think somewhere in this world is the
GIRL IN MY DREAMS just waiting for the right man, me.
PLEASE HELP !!!!!!!!
I know this might be a pretty long description of what happened but I
thought if I left anything out it might portray a different message to the
reader.
ALSO SOMTIME DURING THIS DREAM I REALISE I AM DREAMING, I CANT REMEMBER
WHEN OR WHAT PART OF THE DREAM WHETHER ITS TOWARDS THE END OR AT THE
BEGINNING BUT I THINK ITS AFTER I MEET HER. BUT I KNOW IT HAPPENED CAUSE I
DIDNT WANT IT TO BE A DREAM AND I PUSHED THE THOUGHT OUT OF MY MIND AND IT
WAS A VERY SHORT TIME BEFORE I FORGOT I WAS DREAMING.
One more thing I am sure I have seen this girl somewhere before and we may
have even met but I cant for the life of me remember where or when.
PLEASE IF ANYONE CAN INTERPERET THIS DREAM CAN THEY PLEASE TELL ME CAUSE I
THINK IT MEANS
SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT.
Comments by Dreamer I really would like an interpretation cause it is
really bothering me every female i look at doesnt compare
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