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| Name: | breanna |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | my frinends saw alegater but i saw grass |
| Name: | james |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | i got chased by people |
| Name: | leah minor |
| Homepage URL: | http://angil |
| Comments: | In my dream i got maraid to a boy namead brad how gos to my school
by leah |
| Name: | Jennifer Patterson |
| E-mail address: | jen@jensweb.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.jensweb.net |
| Comments: | Just thought i'd sign your book since i thought your site was really neat, great design & layout, Jennifer |
| Name: | monte |
| E-mail address: | none |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | I drempt i fed my last remaining grandmother a cooked human calf.She delicately pulled a portion from the meatiest spot with a salad fork.The meat stubornly flaked off like a turkey drumstick.She was so polite as to not critisize or even question the "foods" orgin.I woke up feeling incredibley guilty.I don't remember seeing anybody actully eat it... |
| Name: | katrina collins |
| E-mail address: | katreeknot@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | hi it's me again. i should sign in by another name so as to not appear obsessive/compulsive with this site... but i just had a bizarre dream
i was walking past this pink apartment building with a metal shop in the basement. saw a "hippie" guy working who didn't look he should be there- went in to find nobody should really be there. went to go search for my honey, but could not find him anywhere. seems as though he was already taken to be "put under"- forever, because that's what was happening. Mass genocide by lethal injection. He had somehow worked it out so that he could get injected with the stuff that makes you die faster. then it was my turn. I was injected and realized that i was going to die-this was it! but the needles weren't big enough-and i was neither dead, nor fully awake. i was still able to move somewhat, so they got me prepared to be repoked. i waited in a corridor of people who had just been injected and were standing in a sleepy line, then placed gently onto the linoleum floor, curled up and calm like sleeping kitties. then i was taken to be repoked. then the phone rang and i woke up. |
| Name: | katrina |
| E-mail address: | katreeknot@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | monte, you posted your dream on my birthday! vegas sights celebrated with all the red sequenzzze and consequence. kerouac's father had black hands for printing papers, pressing lives into paper. here's to the velvet elvis and the essence of jack.
from big skies and birthday thanks for this rockin site! katrina |
| Name: | gabriel chicken munker |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | i ate pasta and destroyed your rebel fighters....HAHAHHAA. and what can you do you mere peasant, the stars are a waiting for your recognition. thats my dream. |
| Name: | Dave |
| E-mail address: | davea@enteract.com |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | So Chris was going out with Hilda. I didn't believe it at
first: my wife of seven years dating a girl behind my back. But I asked her about it--there was evidence that I don't recall--and she confirmed it. She even called Hilda every day: that broke my heart. It was tremendously sad. And I became jealous, something I've often been with other lassies but never with Chris. Suddenly her difference had dissolved. It made me want her more: predictable. |
| Name: | monte |
| E-mail address: | monte03@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | I drempt last night that i was at what apeared to be the
Foundry in fremont neighborhood in Seattle.Every body was starting to form an angry mob to persue whomever it was that painted over a neighboring coffee shop.They were looking for someone with black paint on there hand or clothes.I had black paint on my hands but,knew I hadn't done it.I didn't know any of the people well enough to justify my innocence so I started to try to escape.I ran out a window and on to a fire escape.I was pretty far up and could see my freind down below.I wanted to yell "start the car"but was to afraid to give myself away.It was pretty hard to climb down,I felt very clumsy and awkward.I did manage to get to the ground and ran to the car."Please lets drive! we have to get oughta here" my freind wont leave"we have to get our boat"I see her run to a boat parked across the street and climb aboard.I quickly run to help free the boat to prepare it to be atached to the car.Another smaller boat is in the way.From the same window now the mob has spotted me obviously hurrying and shot out "stop!thats him look at those hands"I stop to again look at my hands then comence to tug and pull the littler boat out of the way.The boats are on a slight grate and the small boat rolls across the street and into some parked cars.I run to get the car to back up.The mob is now comming out the building,I see the in my rear view mirror.They run dirrectly towards the boat.My freind who had started to climb down stops in horror at the rushing mob.Then in a flash attempts to climb back in.The motion jimmys the boat free and in starts rolling.I'm to late to,and far away to catch it.I watch as my friend paces in a panic as the boat rolls thru parked cars gaining speed.The front end starts to rise and eventully is stait up in the air ,it turns sharply into a spiral and crashes to it side.I swing the car around to where my friend bailed out unharmed.She hopped in and we sped away.It was a really cool boat.As I'm typing mow my hands are covered in black paint.Two days later? |
| Name: | Kim Novak |
| E-mail address: | prmanager@CMAP.zzn.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.folkrockcity.com |
| Comments: | I dreamt I was sitting in Smith Cove Park watching the
boats in Puget Sound. I also walked around the University of Washington... spent some time in Red Square looking at Mt. Ranier. I figured out that if you have to think about whether you love someone, you probably don't. Thanks for letting me share in your travels. :) Kim |
| Name: | KeKe Cribbs |
| E-mail address: | lola@ whidbey.com |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | Dear Rob
You found my wallet in Chicago, and I just sent you a really long email, but it failed to go to rob@zeverina.com, which I just relalized is the wrong address, so maybe there is hope I can send my Thankyou to you yet. Hope you are enjoying your trip! KeKe Cribbs |
| Name: | Saint Machiavelli |
| E-mail address: | saint@manetheren.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.manetheren.net |
| Comments: | The park is flying past me, a blur of spring green's and
yellows as I peddle franticly, seeking to overtake my teammate for the lead. Its an odd race, the first leg was downhill, along a straight open road, and it seemed our choice of mountain bikes was a poor one as we quickly lost the lead to faster, sleeker, lighter racing bikes. That changed on the second leg though, when the course took us through the heavily wooded park with its narrow dirt trails. As odd as the course is, it pales in comparison to my partner. He (or she) rides wearing a full long tweed cloak, its hood pulled up and seemingly untouched by the wind and velocity. Their face is hidden behind a smooth mirrored mask, no eye's, nose or mouth evident, an unconscious tribute to "The Black Hole" perhaps. As we complete the second leg, we leap from our bikes and sprint towards the distant pile of PVC pipes. My breath burns in my lungs as I hear someone running behind me, their feet pounding at an inhuman pace. My partner and I each grab a section of pvc and begin to sprint towards the reviewing stand, where we must find a way to join the two pieces of pipe while the crowd and the judges watch. |
| Name: | gmessenger |
| E-mail address: | gmessenger@inetmail.att.net |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | I dreamt I was riding the space shuttle with Walter
Cronkite. He looked over and asked me what kind of toothpaste I use. |
| Name: | Manuel Garcia |
| E-mail address: | lasmalas_lenguas@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | my dream...a woman i don't know walks with me in a park, we
kiss, we laugh, suddendly we are in bed making love... i see her face clearly. I had this dream and others with the same girl, i was living in south america...a yer later i moved to New York City and met this girl in a Rock concert , i just could not believe it... today i am no longer with her, we broke up a month ago... (today is nov. 30, 98) we last 3 years, i still love her... and i did not dream that i was going to break up with her.... dreams are dangerous sometimes.... Ah! when you tell a dream , it does not become reality.... manuel! |
| Name: | rene |
| E-mail address: | gorge6@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://youranius.com |
| Comments: | i am a the true lord over my self , can you see life comeing
from the light of my fase.can i feel god pouring him self into all of us , he can love even our worst nightmare,.who is this person in love , i'm yourself in someone.rene |
| Name: | Anna Nguyen |
| E-mail address: | loverbaby42@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | i dreamt last night that my family and i, along with my
boyfriend were going to universal studios, a theme park where we just went for my birthday. In that dream, my father wanted to take a short cut, through an alley. so we followed him, and ran into 2 muggers who held a machine gun to my fathers head and forced us to hand over all our valuables. then to warn us of what would happen if we ever went to the police, one robber shot my dad in the head, and killed him. my boyfriend covered me so i couldn't see, and my mother was crying. i woke up right then. what does this mean? |
| Name: | Antoinette Garcia |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | My boyfreind of fours years and I just broke up and we had
a terrible relationship it was abusive. Well I had a dream that him and I were forced to get married by my parents and I was so unhappy when we looked for my wedding dress I was nude and runing around like a crazy person totally out of control well after the wedding my husband and I went door to door telling people I DO for some odd reason a men opened his door and when he asked me if I would take this man I screamed no I don't and every one at the wedding got freaked out and really upset at me? The only color in this dream was white! |
| Name: | Rene |
| E-mail address: | Othelloii@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http:// |
| Comments: | Dream:
I am standing at the stall. Slowly jerking my self off, when it rips apart ,with blood gushing out.I can smell the blood ,you can see pices of my fingernails in it. I can't stop jerking,it' bleeds.In my mouth ,in my body out my eyes,all over my face,onto the floor.I look onto my face ;my toug licking the blood from the coner of my mouth.See in my eyes {Let's do it agin}..... r. Help me god. |
| Name: | noelle |
| E-mail address: | noellabella@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | I've only had one reacurring dream and it is this:
I'm driving a car.(I don't even know how to drive)It's some sort of emergency and I'm forced to drive someone somewhere.I have no idea what this means.Can anyone help me?It's happened 3 times. |
| Name: | aimee |
| E-mail address: | rooti@theglobe.com |
| Comments: | Not a very good way of putting my thoughts on this page
down, but i'm not too good with words, so here's my attempt:-COOL! |
| Name: | Aimee |
| E-mail address: | rooti@theglobe.com |
| Comments: | I dreampt that I was in my living room, and on the phone
(the phone in real life is in my bedroom), I was calling Australia(I live in England). I was ringing a police station, and putting on an auzzie accent, saying things like I'd been burgled, and had things stolen. Then my mum came in and told me off for being on the phone. Then I took the phone off the hook, so the Australian's couldn't trace the call, then I found myself on a big red bus at night. Then I woke up, at it was 4 in the morning. |
| Name: | anothergirl |
| E-mail address: | anothergirl33@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | I was insane, and the funny part was - I knew it. It was
like being stoned. When you know that you are acting stupid and yet you don't stop because deep down you know that you can't. That fact is what you don't want to come to terms with. The doctors filed all of us in to a room and told us to stand in line and wait our turn. Then one by one they began to cut off our feet. I felt no panic, only saddness, because deep in my heart I knew it was the best thing. |
| Name: | virginia Li |
| E-mail address: | s965610@mailserv.cuhk.edu.hk |
| Comments: | Since I have to find some material for my study. And it is
useful for me to find this page. So, I like it! |
| Name: | Afred Vernell Smith, Jr. |
| E-mail address: | bonkbinkbo@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Good idea- the societally uninhibited way of unleashing
the 'sleeping mental giant, meditative genius, supercomputer possible psychic phenomena awareness level. Congradulations- it won't be long now before a vast pool is created to sift through for patterns of new consciousness levels and channels beginning to interface with 'normal' waking awareness. I will contribute regularly, as I am to begin keeping a dream log for advanced insight from the unfettered analytical capabilities of the subconscious. I'll keep you posted on the results of my effort(or effortlessness, you might say). May your brainwaves create masterful harmonies. |
| Name: | ma-na |
| E-mail address: | the_paiko@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Rapids/4597 |
| Comments: | Dominant Colours: white, pale blue, green
Time: 02:00 Date: June 12, 1998 In an airport, we're at a loading dock where the trucks drop off their stuff. We hear and engine, knowing that it's the killer driving. We run all over trying to escape but can't. It stops just behind us. We go around and inside. Melissa becomes the pilot and I the co-pilot. The killer came into the cock-pit and shot all of the controls out. Melissa and I became "watchers" and followed the killer until we came across two boys our age. Melissa became the younger boy and I the older. We were scared out of our minds because we didn't want to die, but knew we would. We did our best to hide in the cargo part, hoping that he wouldn't come back there. He did so we became "watchers" again. The killer killed the younger boy by stabbing him multiple times in the neck with a prong and dragged the older boy all over. The killer broke his leg severely and stuck the prong through his leg many times. The killer then forced the leg through the bars of the storage rack above and left the boy to die. I became a nurse then. I went in having been called after Melissa (now a steward) had heard some shots. I found the captain & co-pilot first. Because the killer had only used a gun to get attention but the prong to kill, there wasn't much blood. We searched the plane and fount the younger boy, his blood still flowing from his wounds. The older boy cried out to us then. So we went over to him. We pulled the prong out of his leg to get him down. Then I returned to his body. Feeling immense pain, the nurse gave me Pepsid-AC. It didn't work and I was in such agony that even being a boy I screamed and cried. Then this guy ran by who was bleeding profusely. The nurse said that he was high on Pepsid-AC and that if they gave me anything stronger, I may die because my leg was bleeding so much. I begged them to take the chance but they refused my pleas. Once the bleeding stopped, they gave me blood and some real pain killers. (Now in my body) I walked, limping badly, over to my mother's arms. We hugged and cried and moved far, far away. For fear that the killer would return to finish me off, we installed lasers, not just for motion detection, but the mangle the skin as well. The were all up each staircase. Each had it's own switch so we could turn it off one by one when we went down the stairs. Everything was going great! The killer was assumed dead and my leg was fine. I was very scared of being alone though so mum hired a body guard. The body guard was great…at first. But as time went on, more and more things that he did triggered my memory and before long, I realized that he was the killer. It didn't take him long to figure out that I knew. He rigged the house so that I would be trapped. He started chasing me and not caring about the pain I ran down the stairs, burning the same leg so that it smelt of burnt flesh. Mum and dad came home with Melissa and mike then. I screamed for them to get down, but they didn't understand. The didn't know that my body guard was the killer, so why should they be concerned? They sent him to his mother's to sleep so I could have some time alone. When I awoke, I looked over to see him on the side of the road with a riffle just waiting for me to awake. I ran all over making sure to secure all of the house so no one, key or not, could get in. the I went upstairs to take a shower. As I neared the top of the stairs, I saw him on the corner, finger on the trigger, just waiting. I laid down on the stairs as not to be in eyesight. Just then Mike (he was about two in my dream) came running out. I screamed for him to get down, but he got shot anyway. He lived though and I slithered over, getting burnt across my back by the stair lasers to reach him. He was just nicked, so I told him to get into the downstairs bathroom and stay there. I went to call the police, but the killer had cut the lines. I searched the house for dad's cell phone, but didn't find it. The killer finally left and decided to come back later. We all ran to the van and went to KFC to call the cops and request a new Witness Protection Programme location. We were approved and I got a new body guard. A trained female ninja my age. She turned out to be the killer's assistant so the cycle started all over again! |
| Name: | ursula lovelock |
| E-mail address: | u.lovelock@student.qut.edu.au |
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| Name: | candice garner |
| E-mail address: | garnersgatorspop@mindspring,com |
| Comments: | I had the most scariest dream I was at my new work and all of the sudden some voice said for all predujice people to move somewhere. Then all of a sudden when I was talking to some friends a man came in and just starting shooting people who were on these bleachers. My parents were there with some baby. Also my boyfriend-who I'm in a fight with or I think he's going to break up with me- was also shot and killed. i remember hiding from these men and then when I saw my parents I remember hearing this voice saying something about staying up and being strong. Then all of a sudden I realize I was in a dream and I woke myself up.
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| Name: | candice garner |
| Name: | Mary Greenwood |
| Comments: | I was in love with a girl. She turned out to be one of my
closest friends. The next day at school I could not even look at her. |
| Name: | Dmitry Fedoseyev |
| E-mail address: | dima5@iki.rssi.ru |
| Comments: | i like these dreams. As for myne, they're crazy dreams af
crazy man. Wanna read my poems in Russian ? |
| Name: | lightbringer |
| E-mail address: | crux@kih.net |
| Comments: | Jan 29, 98 I had a vivid dream last week about being on a
mountain with the Holy Spirit and He was showing me different manuals as I was looking thru and studying the manuals I noticed a large round lens on a table. Within the lens I could see downward toward the earth from a great height. It was as if I was looking from an ariel view and the landscape was the western part of the U.S. The view was swiftly moving to the North West toward Washington or Oregon. As I watched I heard tympanni drums and a trumpet sounding with maybe a bland A note. Finally I heard a voice from heaven and then I saw 2 spherical rocks fall through the clouds but the view was obscured and to far up to see the ground. Then I walked over to another table and began to converse with a person about asteroids. I said, we are entering a time of asteroid activity which will last for a time and then change again. Oblivious to my reasoning the guy looked at me and said, Santana is coming to Knoxville, and then again he said, Saaantana and I was puzzled why he did not keep to the subject. I looked around and what I had known to be the Holy Spirit was standing behind me with a smile. He began to dissappear until all that was left was a chesire cat smile and then I heard a small (BLINK) sound when the smile dissappeared and I woke up. I know, very strange but I awoke knowing that God was speaking to me about an asteroid impact. I just wonder if the sign for it is Satana coming to Knoxville. I do believe there will be a multitude of impacts throughout the world in a very short period of time and this may be the first most significant one. One important thing, when I watched the asteroids fall I felt within me that everything that I was watching had the unique precision of perfection in it and was all by mathematical logical design to happen the way that it I saw it happen. This was a very strange dream to say the least and I think something big is going to happen very soon but it is no big deal and I will not allow myself to flip out just because of a dream. God will show you something that is coming and usually He will use symbolic means because that is just the way that Spirit communicates to man. I have had precognitive dreams before and the end result of what God was pointing to did not happen until a few years later and some of them have yet to happen but many strange things are coming. |
| Name: | robert zverina |
| E-mail address: | robert@zverina.com |
| Comments: | Hello, dreamer. This here's a place for you to peruse the nocturnal ephemera of our fellow travellers and add your own as well. Enjoy.
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