response 1 of 13:

Nov 28 14:12 UTC 1995

To start, last night I had a dream in two parts.

1.   I was watcvhing a TV show where somebody was breaking into people's
basements and leaving cryptic messages.  At the end, the police were frisking
a number of people, all of whom were people of color.  Then, at the end, what
looked like Miss Piggy (from the Muppets) was exiting the basement with a
stocking over her head.

2.   I was passing by a dark green GM minivan (the one with the taillights
on each side of the rear wi) which had a number of bumper sticketouting
conservative and/or Republican ideology.  Upon passing the van, somebody
called me by the name of "Scott Mitchell" and said that I had agreed to hear
their message, which was very hateful, and was ordered to hear it and watch
a video or I would be killed.  Towards the end, I whispered "Call the police"
to an elderly couple.  At that time, I woke up.  It was 3:00 in the morning.

Can anybody share some intelligent insight into what I was thinking?

response 3 of 13:

Nov 28 19:33 UTC 1995

It sure does, robh.  Also, I believe that the thing about the white
supremacists and the thing with the people of color being questioned may have
been a sign of dealing more positively with my most feared adversaries.  Any
more ideas on this, or do you have dreams that you have questions about?

response 5 of 13:

Feb 11 14:42 UTC 1996

        bruin, thats a weird dream... i have real weird ones too.. im starting
to wonder if like i die in my dreams to much and if theres something wrong
with me...? i dunno though.. like this one dream i had:

        i was in the woods, like some kind of a forest or tropical forest
maybe, and there were all these people chasing me. and they all wanted me
dead. so obviously iwas running from them. then i came upon a trailer, like
a home. and there was a big fancy party going on inside with people all
dressed up drinking wine and other stuff they do at these type of things, and
i ran up to the trailer and i remember there was 13 doors all around the
entire trailer so i ran into the first and shut it and locked it so the bad
people couldnt get in, then i did the same for each of the other doors, jsut
barely being able to shut it before someone could grab it and open it up. then
i came to the las tdoor and just as i was going to close it someones hand
caught it and pulled it open. i ran over to some woman in a dress and started
screeming and crying saying i didnt want to die and i didnt do anything.
everyone in the party just stared at me and then went on with what they were
doing before. i tried to get their attention and get help but no one would
listen to me. then the bad people came in and were shooting me and stabing
me to death. then i could acctually feel myself dying, ive never felt anything
like this before... it was really weird, it didnt hurt at all, it was like
the most relaxing experiance that ive ever felt... i slowly felt myself being
like faded away, like i felt the feeling of life being drained from my body.
it was really wierd... then everything went black and then i woke up and i
was crying.

        talk about weird hey? hmm... i dunno ive had tons of weird dreams like
that. i dunno maybe ive just been watching to much tv or something.. oh well,
if you have any comments about my dream then please  mail me:
wandabra@m-net148.arbornet.org
        oh well, thanx anyway for taking the time to read all that.

response 7 of 13:

Feb 11 19:31 UTC 1996

My, oh my, don't let a certain Grex parent see that dream, Rob...
based on the Party convo of last night.

response 9 of 13:

Feb 12 00:44 UTC 1996

People don't want most of my dreams... they're too screwed up.
I did have a CDA dream of my own, now that I think about it.  At
least, I had a dream about prison.  I was breaking a friend out
of jail.  I was wearing a dress and a wig to fool the guards.
I shot them (there were two of them) with a submachine gun and took
their keys.  I found the person I was breakin g out of jail.  HE
tried to take the keys through the bars and shoot me with my gun
at the same time.  Eventually, I calmed him down and let him out,
then we decided to make a diversion by letting all the other prisoners 
go.  First we had to dispatch the other two guards.  He stood at one end
of the hallway and threw Twinkies and licorice strips down the hallway.
When the guards came out for their snacks, I was supposed to hit them
over the head with my gun.  I did the first guard that way, but the second 
one heard me and turned his head.  I tried to punch him in the jaw, but swung 
and couldn't bring myself to do it.  He understood, and pretended to
be unconscious to make me feel better.  Then we looked for the other
prisoners, and found them in the dining room.  There was some really
cool Guns N Roses music playing on the PA, something that would be good
for a prison break, so my friend went to go turn it up while I tried
to get the prisoners to escape.  They said they didn't want to, that 
it was cool in prison and they got food and everything and didn't have 
to work too hard.  I told them they had to go, that they'd been in so
llong theyd lost perspective.  They shrugged and then moved to the
assembly hall to have a meeting on whether they should escape from prison.
I asked who was president when they'd been put in prison.  One said
"Davis" and another said "Can-ni-dee?"  I got disgruntled and left.
My friend was now two friends (people I know IRL, actually) and they
rushed me to the prison door, then one disappeared to go get something.
We left the prison, which turned out to be the basement of the county
offices, and headed off, first in the wrong direction (I'd forgetten
where I'd parked), then the right direction.   Our friend joined us
as we passed the door to the prison again, and he was carrying a 
package.  At the same time, all the other prisoners came out.  The
men were all wearing camouflage and the women were wearing these grey
cotton outfits with flowers along the button row.  The three of us
went to the car, my Yugo rustbucket.  One of them complained that I hadn't
gotten a better car in the three months he was in prison but the other
said I just hadn't had the chance.  (Somewhere along the way, the two
friends had become Greg Canis and Rob H. -- this is the second time
Rob's been in a dream... get out of my head!)  He complained that the
axle was cracked (Greg did) while Rob climbed into the back seat (now
*there's* a sight! :).  We went back to our apartment (yep, the three of
us were living together).  I asked how long the prisoners had been there,
and was told that they'd mostly been there a few months, not much, and
that they would have gotten out by themselves in a month or two if I
hadn't broken them out, but now they were destined to be in for years 
once the authorities caught them again.  I asked what was in the package.
Greg opened it.  IT was the spaghetti with meatballs and brown sauce that
they'd been eating.  He said it was really good and he had some left over, 
so he brought it with.

There.  Fairly typical dream for me.  The same night I dreamt about
a Mexican woman who'd moved to California with her 7 children to make
a new start.  She went away for vacation leaving her children with her
new American husband, who killed them all.  Police were investigating
a photo album she'd sent back to Mexico months earlier, with captions
like"This is the man who'll kill my children in three months."  I had
another dream about a murder... this man had been shot to death, and
there were six suspects.  It turns out that they'd all shot at him at
the same time from six differnt vantage points, and it was impossible to
tell which one had killed him.  Finally, one of the investigators
realized that all seven radios (each of the people had had a big 
clunky 1950s tabletop radio with them) had been playing, and the 
murderer was the one whose radio had been tuned to the same station.

All three of these dreams were the night after I genereated the "abortion"
login as a protest to the CDA, and was thinking about how stupid it would
be to be in jail for something like that... 

response 11 of 13:

Feb 23 18:45 UTC 1996

tarwolf?

response 13 of 13:

Feb 25 11:19 UTC 1996

  (cough)