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002 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - Fishy Awakenings by SleepyInSanFrancisco
003 - "Wilkerson, Richard" <rcw - The Falling House
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Matchboxes
Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 18:04:19 -0700
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Dream Title Matchboxes
Date of Dream July 24 ?
Dream My 14 year old dreamed that a man had alot of
burnt matchess and he was trying to find a place to hide tthem and people
were looking for him. He found boxes to put them in but decided it wouldnt
work, so he saw a picture that had a matchbox on it, so he hid the matches
in that. Then he went to a 10 story building and hid on a roof and just
stayed there.
Comments by Dreamer I cannot find any info from Betty Bethards book
that helps me with this one
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: Fishy Awakenings by SleepyInSanFrancisco
Date: Tue, 27 Jul 1999 07:29:29 -0700
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Dream Title Fishy Awakenings by SleepyInSanFrancisco
Date of Dream 6:00pm-9:15pm 7/26/99 (unscheduled nap)
Dream I had a cannister in a paper bag, it contained the
chemical. The buyer was late. They always make you wait. I didn't trust
this one entirely. A deserted mall, was the rendez-vous. I didn't like
dealing with the red Chinese. So he finally showed up. Seemed hyper and
wild and crazy. The parlay was brief, exchange of a few scripted words, not
sure if we understood each other. No connection with this person, just
happy to hand him the bag and get the hell out of there. Then all of a
sudden, as soon as he gets his hands on it he opens the tap, releasing the
lethal gas just like that. What is he doing? This isn't according to plan.
My associate and I run away, we're near an escalator in the mall trying to
sort things out. Were we contaminated? Are we poisoned? What now? I start
to feel ill...
Cut to next dream:
They feel guilty because they have to use the skin of another living
creature to shapechange. They use the bark of a tree. They are fish,
talking shape changing fish. They are mother and son presumably, although
they both look androgynous, shifting and undefined. They are wrapped in
shiny wet looking shawls. We're under the pier by a lake, the water is
splashing. I can't help but express my amazement to them. It comes off
sounding bad like a slur, something like "I really can't believe that
intelligent life developped from the fish realm". They are unfazed. We
start discussing job opportunities for them. I refer them to a group that
does pro-bono legal work on environmental causes.
Comments by Dreamer I don't usually remember dreams from my regularly
schedule sleep (always wake by alarm clock and rush out the door). I've
been having some issues with lack of direction lately. Been struggling with
a job hunt , not putting in the effort I should. Not sure if this is the
issue that these dreams speak to.
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: The Falling House
Date: Tue, 27 Jul 1999 08:55:42 -0700
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Dream Title The Falling House
Date of Dream July 27, 1999 - ?
Dream I was in a log cabin type house with all of my
high school band. (I'm in high school) We were there for band camp and
most of everyone was inside. I was on the front porch with the band
director and some of the other people. The house was on a tall steep
mountain and all of a sudden it started rocking back and forth and fell
down the mountain a ways. I kept myself from falling by having my feet on
the railing. I kept yelling, "We're going to die!" But it rocked and fell
about 6 different times until it finally reached the bottom and broke into
pieces. Actually the pieces looked like popsicle sticks. I woke up from
unconsciencesness and everyone else was laying there on the ground dead or
unconscience. I started yelling for someone and my parents were there
alive next to the wreckage. I had a broken collar bone because the bone
was making a HUGE bump on my collarbone. I told my dad, "Dad I think my
collarbone is broken." and he said, "Yeah, I!
!
guess so!" Then I moved on to another dream and that one was over.
Comments by Dreamer My band camp IS coming up and I am dreading it, if
that has anything to do with it...
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