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001 - "Lane McCullough, LMSW-AC - Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n041
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003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - police testing
004 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - naked in public
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From: "Lane McCullough, LMSW-ACP" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Re: Digest dream-flow.v001.n041
Date: Mon, 8 Feb 1999 18:18:19 -0600
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The hermaphrodite is a symbol of man and woman combined. Absent of any
details, it could mean that you are needing (or in the process of) a
relationship with this part of yourself. Was the Hermaphrodite familiar or
foriegn. Was it like a god and fascinating or revolting? The answer to
these will help you interpret the meaning of this symbol. The only time I
remember having a hermaphrodite in my dream it was a symbol of a powerful
shadow figure. A part of myself that i wanted to deny. In this way it
represented my rejected half; both masculine and feminine.
Lane
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>Electric Dreams: Dream Flow
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>peace had lain to the right of the train if you had avoided becoming "just"
>until the next dream
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>From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
>Subject: sex with a hermaphradite
>Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 09:42:50 -0800
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>Dream Title german herman
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>Date of Dream 11-15-98
>Dream I had a dream that I had sex with a hermaphradite
>and I liked it.
>Comments by Dreamer What's wrong with me?
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peace had lain to the right of the hermaphrodite if you had avoided being
liked until the next dream
what's wrong with you, as they say, is sometimes being liked is unpeaceful.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: police testing
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[stan requests that his email & name remain with the dream]
stan kulikowski ii <<[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
<bigger>DATE : 8 feb 1999 09:03
DREAM : police testing
=( last night was mainly working on curriculum design, this time
cascading style sheets. i got the primary powerpoint slides in. the
main example of overlapping layered text took some doing as my primary
textbooks explained the topic poorly. had to download the W3 example off
the web site and test it against my browsers to see which handled the
structure correctly. about 02:30 i quit and read a chapter in _an
instance of the fingerpost_. when to sleep easily about 03:30. )=
it it a bright day on a long country road in the midwest. farmhouses and
tree lots separated by fields and fences. i am not too far from home now
when my suzuki sputters and dies with a wheezing noise. concerned, i
pull the motorcycle off the road. i try to kick start it several times,
but from the sound i can tell that something seriously wrong with the
mechanism. inwardly, i groan as i imagine all the effort of tearing into
engine to discover what is wrong. i would rather be riding the
motorcycle than repairing it. still, there is nothing for it now. i am
only a little more than a mile from home, so i put the gears in neutral
and start walking the hot bike down the road.
it does not seem to take very long before i turn the final bend to where
i live. there is a cluster of pine trees and the ground falls away to
where i live at the bottom of the hill. this last bit is easy as i can
sit on the now cold bike and glide downhill with the engine off.
on the way down, i pass through the property of the gravel company before
i get to my house. i can see that they are up to some new construction
with all sorts of men wearing hard hats looking busy. i keep on gliding
through their activity. on the edge of it, i come to the small
depression where i have my other motorcycle parked. it used to be a
gravel road but i have paved it with large concrete slabs. just down the
hill is my house.
as i pull the silent suzuki up beside the house, i see a large earth
moving robot come through the trees and put the first of its three feet
solidly on the concrete paved area near my honda. oh dear, i never paved
that gravel road with a notion to support that much weight. the robot--
actually, probably a waldo as there may be a man inside driving the
thing-- is taller than the surrounding trees and weighs many tons. it is
carrying about 20 concrete pallets which it begins dropping all around
its base. each of these hit the ground with a loud thud. it seems to be
preparing these pallets to shore up the hillside all around it. i wonder
if my thin pavement will help or hinder this operation.
whatever the outcome, u better get up there and pull my other motorcycle
back home here, out of the way. i notice that inside there are a number
of local people have gathered. i step in to say hello to everybody. i
discover that they are having an impromptu town meeting to discuss the
goings on at the gravel company. my house was convenient because it
borders on the activity which can be seen from my windows. nobody ever
bothers to lock their house in this rural area, so i am glad that my
friends made the others feel welcome while i was out.
as i am making the rounds, greeting the ones i know, i see my buddy, ron
fussell, go over to the suzuki and sit on it. "i bet this starts up real
easy after you rode it all afternoon." before i can tell him of the
break down, he kicks the starter lever. i am surprised that the engine
does fire up and runs for a few licks before sputtering off again. hm,
maybe it was not broken as badly as i thought. it acts mole like it is
low on fuel or has a clogged carb line. i am encouraged by that.
i hear a commotion on the edge and turn to see a policeman coming down
the lane from uphill. or his shoulder he is carrying the front forks of
my honda with the wheel removed. uhoh, what have they done to my
motorcycle?
the policeman stops in the yard and the people flow out of the house to
surround him. "whose motorcycle is this? we need you to unlock the
steering lock."
i indicate that it is my motorcycle. i fiddle through my keys to find
the small key which retracts the steering lock tab. as i turn the small
tab back, i ask "why have you taken my bike apart? i was just coming to
get it out of the way of the construction work."
"i don't know. you have to talk with lyle george. he runs the impound
yard." he tells me. lyle george. i will have to remember that name as
he is unfamiliar to me. i thought i knew about everybody in town.
"you don't know what we found on your motorcycle, do you?" the policeman
tells me with a hint of malice in his voice. "we found the reason you
took that first trip to new your city."
i puzzle over this. my initial reaction is that maybe i left a joint
back in the toolkit box behind the seat at some time or another. but no
one generally smokes pot while riding motorcycles, the helmet face guard
gets in the way and it is too windy to keep it lit. that trip to new
york when i first got the bike... yes, now i remember. it was a long
time ago. i visited a friend in long island on my way to a computer
conference in atlantic city. i drove through manhatten and over the
verazzano narrows bridge on my way south. what on earth could they care
about that?
the policeman departs and i am still puzzled. but at least he did not
arrest me. the crowd of people go back into the house and i go along
with them. no reason to go back up the hill now as the cops have
impounded my bike. i am sure that the foreman of the gravel yard had
given me permission to leave my bike there. several people are muttering
about the damage to the local environment this construction project will
do.
we are not inside very long before there is a knock on the door. in come
a team of five policemen. "we have a test of community opinion that we
want to give some of you." the leader looks rather much like a gestapo
agent as the other four start selecting people and herding them over to
one side. almost everyone selected is younger, school kids mostly,
except for me. i am not surprised that i am chosen for this test, given
what the last cop told me, but why mostly children?
"now, the first question." says the gestapo guy, quieting the test group
with a fierce stare. "have you had a good morning?" he points to one of
the kids across from me. the boy says "yes". he repeats the question
and gets another affirmation. the other cops are writing down names and
responses on clipboards. then he turns suddenly to me and points with a
crooked finger, "have you had a good morning?"
i think for a moment. the suzuki break down, walking the bike home, my
honda impounded. "no, i have had better days." i reply. the gestapo
guy narrows his eyes and nods with satisfaction.
"now just a minute here." someone interrupts from the nontest group. it
is ed riseman, our town mayor. "what validity does this test have? what
right do you have in coming in here and asking us a lot of fool
questions?"
the lead policeman turns quickly. "we have every right to conduct an
investigation. we need assess community response to the construction
project, and that man" (he points to me.) "has been to new york city."
"that does it." ed shakes his head. "as mayor of this town i hereby
relieve the chief of police from his duties pending a town meeting. all
construction and police operations are suspended until we get this matter
closed." he bangs a his fist on a table top like a gavel.
=( i awake around 08:30. i feel somewhat anxious and unrested. the
original road whete the suzuki broke down reminded me of whaley road near
my mother's house in ohio where i grew up. ron fussell was a friend from
amherst while ed riseman was the chairman of the computer science
department when i worked there.
the name lyle george is unknown to me. i did take that trip to atlantic
city fifteen years ago, which was the maiden drive of my honda when i
bought it. most of the journey had to be at slow speeds to properly
break in and condition the engine, hence i took local roads rather than
interstates when going south. i lost my wallet before i arrived at the
conference. i do not know why i was so tense about the police activity
as there was nothing illegal about any of this. )=
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: naked in public
Date: Tue, 09 Feb 1999 16:23:48 -0800
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"Exposed" by Stephanie
I have had this recurring dream of being naked in public. In the dream it
doesn't seem to be noticed by anyone else, or if it is, no one responds as
though I am doing anything inappropriate. Is there a universal significance
to this kind of dream?
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