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Classic dreams such as being nude in a dream, losing your purse, brakes don't work on car, trying to dial a phone, trying to find a toilet (leads to wetting the bed), discovering new rooms in your house, teeth falling out are examples of classic dreams.
Classic dream dictionaries (search on "Artemidorus," author of Oneirocritica, fragments of his five volumes remain from Greco Roman second century A.D., which refers to aleady extensive body of literature) as well as authors such as Gayle Delaney, PhD (In Your Dreams) are available for the interested or those with troubling dreams.
Two examples of hard reasearch shed light on this puzzling problem of dreams. Dreams occur during non-REM sleep. The classic experiment in the 1961 with twelve sleep deprived cats resulted in six of them becoming so sexually aggressive they had sex with their dead comrades that did not survive the experiment.
I can contribute from my experience that it does seem important to face danger in dreams, Patricia Garfield, (Creative Dreaming.) That authors such as Jeremy Taylor (Dream Work,) a Unitarian Universalist minister and dream worker residing in the San Francisco area who believe that synchronous and prophetic dreams have the purpose of all dreams of becoming so vivid that you can remember them and that syrchronicity is resonating with themes important in your life. Perhaps if I'd turned and faced the man with the knife I kept dreaming about earlier the real man with the knife wouldn't have had to follow me to work (a passerby tackled him and knocked the knife out of his hand, so I was fortuneate.)
Robert Moss's Conscious Dreaming is a good Shamanistic, Golden Dawn, lucid dreaming manual. He states that the Iroquois attempted to change the outcome of precognitive dreams by playacting. A Mohawk warrior who dreamed he was going to be captured and fire tortured had his fellow villagers bind and burn him with hot knives.
I have been semi-lucid on a slippery balcony (my dream character said, aren't you glad I was here and grabbed your hand) and that I had to tunnel in an unknown claustrophobic direction until hands pulled me out saying, you can't hide from my by using drugs.
Dreaming is not an easy path. In my experience you can't use alcohol, caffeine, the wrong foods will give you nightmares that your dead grandmothers gave you some cake made of rotting bodies or sour cardboard chips (soy and sugar substitutes do that to me.) The attempt to stay lucid or awake in the dream state leads to chronic exhaustion.
5/27/01 Thoughts on dreams. I like the internet because you
don't have to have an editor changing everything to make it
more saleable, looking for things you said that someone else
said that might be jumped on as copyright infringement even
though, -- me for instance, don't have time to read other
people much since I've been working and before
that I was taking my college classes. I have bookmarked a
few dream sites but only read all of two and part of another
one. This one is good -- Cloud 9, Dan's dreams. He has a
good one about George Bush.
I read Ann Faraday, Patricia Garfield the Lucid Dream guy --
Steve LaBarge, back in the 1970s. I read Jung and Freud a little
too, but being a Taurus/Gemini with a stereotype of superficial
scattered interests, maybe, I was meanwhile reading over
1000 science fiction books at the same time at work on my breaks
and on weekends. And then I got interested in the Remote
Viewers and those books are dense and make your head tired
reading them too. Into Swann has a free book he posted on the
internet with the story of his life that I was about 1/4 through when
I got sidetracked and started typing my own dreams.
The procurement jobs in Dept of Defense are not very busy right
now at least, and I have a lot of free time, which I have been using
the past couple of months to start typing my notebooks. I don't
know how long it is going to take me -- maybe five years, who knows.
I was also reading the free dream interpretation site online at work, if
you are looking at the computer screen, it looks like you're working .
I've had two dreams about losing teeth and the research of that
subject alone is time consuming. The Bible has only a handful of
dreams in it. I bought a Jack Kerouac book of his dreams
(he was a drug addict and alcoholic, but might not have been
abusing them continuously....) and it was pretty boring so I sold it.
The same company printed the life of Neal Cassidy, which was interesting
how his dad lived on skidrow and worked as a barber. I am hoping
my dreams are not as boring as Kerouac's which were
mostly about people he knew and his childhood home, same as mine.
His were very fragmented, not many details.
One thing I noticed in my dreams was that I dreamed about animals more
twenty years ago, but mostly bulls. So I think the bulls mean the stock
market. Dreams in the ancient times were considered either prophetic
or for healing. It was big business, I find out, with many sites
like the Delphi Oracles scattered over the landscaped much like palm
readers today. I met some WICCA types at the New Age section
of a bookstore (one man recommended Manly P. Hall, but his book
is pretty expensive) but I did buy some Golden Dawn book and
use the Tarot cards to focus my dreams and give me something to
dream about similar to what they were doing. Aleister Crowley
bought an island to give them a place to live and concentrate on
that, and then he made a guy drink cat blood and he died of blood
poisoning and they were all deported.
Even Jung thought he might be dreaming about the approach of WW
II. I recall a basement he dreamed he chopped into. Most seem to
analyze dreams as "self help". I found a theory in a text book on
dreams.. It said that the progression of healthy problem solving is
from pessamistic to optimistic, unhealthy, you
are still in a hopeless situation by morning. I was in the hospital and
they gave me some drugs though, so maybe the drug theory has
some validity.
Now my dreams seem more just drifting around watching what
people are thinking in my apt building and that I work with.
One thing I noticed is that I can tell what year even the undated
dreams are because of the people I dreamed about. But some-
times I'll dream about someone out of the past too.
The dreams before I go to sleep are hypnogogic and pictures
that last a few seconds and a "curtain" closes -- like the remote
viewers have talked about. A QA guy at work, Tony Escobar,
told me that he had that experience at a hypnotist -- for a pain in
his back with no medical causes. He saw a battle
scene so chaotic that he couldn't even observe the clothes or
weapons and then a stick in his back.
Patricia Garfield mentioned that she had 30 years worth of
dreams on Art Bell also. The Malaya trip was very
suspect since she didn't get malaria. There are many connections
to the Carlos Casteneda and other keys to remembering dreams
or becoming lucid in them. The out of body dreams made my ears
ring for a few days and made me very tired. Albert Taylor (an engineer
at NASA) says that his brother didn't wake up -- got
fainter and fainter.
The Archatypes look hard to map to me until more dreams are
available. The search can certainly help with that if they are all
scanned or typed. For instance, I had a dream of 8 men in a
canoe and found a picture (The Wisdom of the Serpent by
Joseph Henderson and Maud Oakes) -- it is thought to be a
women's initiation symbol.
The govt can't help the problem. I was just reading
the Secret Life of Plants for examples of people talking to plants
and the plansts answering -- for the treesitters site and it said
that the famous scientists with great theories were usually
working outside their fields. Many examples.
I learned that from the Screenwriters Guild -- poor man's copyright --
mail to yourself and don't break the seal so that you have a
postmark date might work with dated email too.
From my personal experience in front of the dream interpretation section at the bookstore and two different women looking for help on troubling dreams of violence -- one woman might have dreamed Tupac Shakur's last words he heard before he was shot! And another woman who didn't know if she needed to beware her ex-husband or just be more brave in her dreams and not run.
On dream voices:
Sometimes the comment will be partly in words and partly a picture.
Example: dream last week where I heard someone saying -- "better to build
your (a picture of a Virgin Mary bust in white marble) than to help a
thousand children." That could be sarcasm too... I don't have any
children, but I had a dream that I thought really happened until my parents
told me they didn't remember it, that when they bought a pony from a farmer
whose kids had grown up, and Dad was tight as the bark on a tree, so he
wouldn't pay much -- the farmer said not to make the pony have a baby
because she'd die -- she was too old and didn't have to go through that, and
Dad only paid $100 for her. So then Dad took her to have her bred and a
couple of weeks later she was bitten by a mosquito and died of sleeping
sickness or St Louis encephalitis. She never died, really, they finally had
to shoot her. A coma seems to go on forever. And I got the idea that I
would die if I got pregnant too -- which I probably would being a
strawberry blond and we are less tough, probably almost albino or else a
throwback to some primitive ancestor. It is possible that I have children,
with all the egg stealing scandals going on, and I had laperoscopic surgery
when I was around 33.
"Multiple personalities" is a scientific thing. I don't think Spiritualism
is per se. I read an excellent textbook on dreams. It said that not all
dreams take place in the REM state, there are some in all levels of sleep.
I also found the book at a Friends of the Library booksale from the 1960s
with the full description of the classic cat sleep deprivation experiments.
The cats (6) that survived were raping the six (6) dead ones and each other.
My husband said they were probably the male cats.
I have to wake up during the night countless times -- meditation type states
-- before sleep and from about 3 AM to 5:30 AM when the alarm goes off,
where I try to visualize (which means get a picture as clear as seeing the
thing with eyes open, a Rosicrucian training exercise) the Tarot card for
the night. If I don't write down each thing as it happens, I can't remember
minutes later. And they are not long dreams, just fragments. Also, I can't
hear everything clearly, but sometimes it is loud comments. (Crazy people
hear voices, and some listen to radio so they won't have to listen, but I'm
not to that point, I have to strain my ears.) So I relax sometimes and then
I can figure out what they said. I noticed it is like being awake -- you
tune things out or if your hearing is going a little like mine, you figure
out what someone said later. So I have to concentrate on not tuning people
or dreams out. Bad habits can be broken.
Coincidentally, I bought an Astrology magazine at Sav On and the editorial
article in the front said that the Jupiter effect on society right now is
suppression of drugs and dreams. I never thought about drugs being "good"
-- though everyone, everywhere in all of history, except American Indians,
seemed to have developed alcohol use and the American Indians used torture,
self torture, starving, over exercising to get the same non-ordinary reality
state. And one of my neighbors told me that cocaine is an aphrodisiac that
lasts four days, which the aging men of the baby boomers probably have an
acute need for -- viagra doesn't work. I am just guessing, I am more the
Virgin Mary type and people don't discuss this openly.
Last night the Tarot card was the 10 of cups, which means "happiness" in the
Crowley/Waite Rider internet version meaning. I was trying the experiment
where you go to your last happy life -- and I heard 1789. That was before
the Europeans spread across this country, if I was in this country. Then I
was thinking -- was that within the 300 years the Spanish controlled the
Philippines (Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1492) since I have happy
dreams about that area. Indonesia is the 4th most populous country. And
Wahid, the nearly blind cleric is not a jihad type Muslim and is the
president there, for the past 19 months, having replaced Suharto. But I
also dreamed that I was mining gold there and peeing amber from mercury
poisoning.
Patricia, who I met at Barnes and Noble, gave me her card. She also works
at a place for obesity/surgical treatment. She asked me what part of the
Golden Dawn book I was reading (Aleister Crowley, Irishman, "The Beast -
666", he "cultivated" dreams with his various girlfriends, all of whom ended
up in mental hospitals or dead, but opium and cocaine were legal then). And
then they would dream classic dreams such as the sun having a penis. Other
psychologists have reported that dream from patients too. She said that my
dreams are prelucid. I know that I'm dreaming a lot of the time but don't
completely wake up and fly or whatever I decide to do.
I also read a book by Stephen Oppenheimer -- Eden in the East. It
speculates that humans originated in the Philippine Islands rather than
Africa and also there rather than China -- that people spread from PI to
China and not vice versa, based on linguistics and also malaria genes, since
he was a doctor working outside his field and noticed that some people don't
get malaria having a mutation that prevents it. Soon we will know for sure,
if the science fiction writer who wrote that all genetic researchers would
be lured into a conference and burned alive does not come true (to suppress
paternity certainty.)
I have had several lucid dreams in my life. I think about 30% of people
have, per the textbooks. One was the Indians in the barn when I was four.
Mom still tells my husband not to let me watch movies where the Indians are
the bad guys. One was in Jan 87 right before I met a Filipino man at work
who his co-worker told me was my imaginary friend from childhood. In that
dream, there was someone else there -- a big naked man with a ribbon like a
New Year's baby with a loud metallic voice. I felt sick the next few days
and my ears were ringing and partly deaf (like when I worked at the rifle
range pulling targets and from taking aspirin and antihistamines). Then New
Years 1997 I was out of my body again, but on the other side of the
apartment building and he was standing down there, just like he looks at
work, but he was with a woman, which made me very sad, very depressed but I
didn't cry. As I turned around and walked away, past our car (a 72 yellow
Datsun 510 wagon) there were three or more men working around it --
including a supervisor at work. That tells me two things -- Rick Coutu was
not likely out of his body working on my car. And two, my car needed a new
engine in August 1997.
Maybe I was living in the Philippine Islands either under the Spanish,
Japanese or American occupations (noteworthy that the volcano there finally
exploded and wiped out the American bases). I think it was recent --
probably WW II, because I named my doll Tina and I have dreamed about my
little dark haired daughter and I went to bars in my white dress. I
remember some of the people, like Tina and the General. There's another guy
at work everyone calls "the General". I've talked to people that aren't
there occasionally. And rarely does anyone tell me -- a bus driver once and
a guard at Hughes told me I was talking to myself -- on the bus was some
gardener named Ted when there were newspaper articles of serial killer
victims in 1978 and waiting in Hughes lobby, a coworker and her student, an
Indian named Ernie that I never saw with her again, but he came to my office
and stayed an hour or so later by himself. The morning after Princess Di was
killed, a big spiked rock or mace hit the windshield and I ducked, but my
husband didn't see anything and it didn't break the windshield. Also, there
was some guy at work who would drive on the wrong side of the road on a
blind corner and no matter how I changed my hours to avoid him, he was there
morning and night -- blond guy in a red car. Finally, I guess from the
stress, I saw a lake there with ducks swimming and a gooselike thing that
you see in Irish field guides to Leprechauns. The goose did not look very
nice -- staring right at me as I drove by -- could see the duck's feet
paddling under the surface of the water. The second day it was still there
but lying on it's side like a stuffed goose, like it was too late to go in
there, and maybe I could have walked right into that other world -- just
like the stories in Ireland about people being taken by the fairies.
I never talked to "Tina" -- her name is Nita now in this life -- notice the
anagram. One office manager I used to work with told the girls in the office
about how as her boyfriend Johnny got a divorce she lost all interest in him
-- he owned a bar in Inglewood and she met his Mafia friends with their
girlfriends in their bubble minks in the 1960s. He was so jealous that if
she looked at the guy in the next car he'd pull over and ask if she wanted
to get out and get in with him.
The problem with all this is that everything that happens of this type can
be explained as delusion. Archetypes are seen by mental patients --
schizophrenics, and psychotics. Psychotics have fixed delusions.
Coincidence is the closest thing to a scientific aspect of the problem.
Maybe I could have gone to another planet, but, the naked guy in 1987 had
big incisors, sort of like the face on Mars. In fact, I thought maybe it
might just be a feral cat and that's how they look when you're out of body,
like the science fiction stories about the Man/Kzin wars -- ruthless
astronaut cats. More and more things are being found to have consciousness.
In the Secret Life of Plants, an Indian scientist named Boise tested metal
and it has the same pattern as muscle and also gets fatigue. Or it could
have been my husband's grandfather, who died in 1987 at the age of 102. He
was a very aggressive man and had also left a small inheritance.
The getting even thing of reincarnation -- karma can be what you are used to
-- continuing on and on the same. People sometimes make comments about "the
other Sheila" and I may have a multiple personality. That's the main reason
I work so hard at this -- I don't want to be a "sleeping prophet" like Edgar
Cayce with someone else living the interesting part of my life. The other
Sheila is more vulgar than I am. Prettier also (but there is a Barbra
Streisand movie with that theme, so there is no proof.) There is a red
dress from a story in a Florinda Donner book (self-described friend and
maybe pseudonym of Carlos Casteneda -- or even Carlos Casteneda's female
alter-ego).
There's a movie (book written by a dentist who uses hypnotism) about Grace,
killed 47 times in previous lives by the same man. It all started at the
Roman Coliseum when she talked the guy (while drunk?) into helping her break
out some Christians and they both got killed. I've dreamed about being
stabbed BUT also dying from a fall. I read a book recently by a
ex-Scientologist friend of L. Ron Hubbard on Reincarnation and he said that
you could remember someone doing something to you that you did to them,
though, so you have to be careful.
Anyway, I seem to have the lack of any real feeling -- flat emotions, so I
don't really care about anything -- maybe this will be the end of it and I
won't have to continue this on to the next life. Maybe that is the key to
Jesus' teaching to turn the other cheek.
I have pains in my ears, and chest pains, so it is taking it's toll on me
even though I don't seem to care about anything. I don't really want to
live in the streets or prison and be stabbed to death again, though.
Plato, Republic, Book 2
Then it is impossible that God should ever be willing to change; being, as is supposed, the fairest and best that
is conceivable, every God remains absolutely and forever in his own form.
That necessarily follows, he said, in my judgment.
Then, I said, my dear friend, let none of the poets tell us that
"The gods, taking the disguise of strangers from other lands, walk up and down cities in all sorts of forms;"
and let no one slander Proteus and Thetis, neither let anyone, either in tragedy or in any other kind of poetry,
introduce Here disguised in the likeness of a priestess asking an alms
-- let us have no more lies of that sort. Neither must we have mothers under the influence of the poets scaring
their children with a bad version of these myths -- telling how certain gods, as they say, "Go about by night in the
likeness of so many strangers and in divers forms;" but let them take heed lest they make cowards of their children,
and at the same time speak blasphemy against the gods.
Heaven forbid, he said.
But although the gods are themselves unchangeable, still by witchcraft and deception they may make us think
that they appear in various forms?
Perhaps, he replied.
Well, but can you imagine that God will be willing to lie, whether in word or deed, or to put forth a phantom of
himself?
I cannot say, he replied.
Do you not know, I said, that the true lie, if such an expression may be allowed, is hated of gods and men?
What do you mean? he said.
I mean that no one is willingly deceived in that which is the truest and highest part of himself, or about the
truest and highest matters; there, above all, he is most afraid of a lie having possession of him.
Still, he said, I do not comprehend you.
The reason is, I replied, that you attribute some profound meaning to my words; but I am only saying that
deception, or being deceived or uninformed about the highest realities in the highest part of themselves, which is the
soul, and in that part of them to have and to hold the lie, is what mankind least like; -- that, I say, is what they utterly
detest.
There is nothing more hateful to them.
And, as I was just now remarking, this ignorance in the soul of him who is deceived may be called the true lie;
for the lie in words is only a kind of imitation and shadowy image of a previous affection of the soul, not pure
unadulterated falsehood. Am I not right?
Perfectly right.
The true lie is hated not only by the gods, but also by men?
Yes.
Whereas the lie in words is in certain cases useful and not hateful; in dealing with enemies -- that would be an
instance; or again, when those whom we call our friends in a fit of madness or illusion are going to do some harm,
then it is useful and is a sort of medicine or preventive; also in the tales of mythology, of which we were just now
speaking -- because we do not know the truth about ancient times, we make falsehood as much like truth as we can,
and so turn it to account.
Very true, he said.
But can any of these reasons apply to God? Can we suppose that he is ignorant of antiquity, and therefore has
recourse to invention? ...
Then is God perfectly simple and true both in word and deed; he changes not; he deceives not, either by sign
or word, by dream or waking vision.
Your thoughts, he said, are the reflection of my own.
You agree with me then, I said, that this is the second type or form in which we should write and speak about
divine things. The gods are not magicians who transform themselves, neither do they deceive mankind in any way.
I grant that.
Then, although we are admirers of Homer, we do not admire the lying dream which Zeus sends to
Agamemnon; neither will we praise the verses of AEschylus in which Thetis says that Apollo at her nuptials
"was celebrating in song her fair progeny whose days were to be long, and to know no sickness. And when he
had spoken of my lot as in all things blessed of heaven, he raised a note of triumph and cheered my soul. And I
thought that the word of Phoebus, being divine and full of prophecy, would not fail. And now he himself who uttered
the strain, he who was present at the banquet, and who said this -- he it is who has slain my son."
These are the kind of sentiments about the gods which will arouse our anger; and he who utters them shall be
refused a chorus; neither shall we allow teachers to make use of them in the instruction of the young, meaning, as we
do, that our guardians, as far as men can be, should be true worshippers of the gods and like them.
I entirely agree, he said, in these principles, and promise to make them my laws.
NOTE:
["...Proteus, of sea-green hue, traverses the mighty main in
his car drawn by fishes and a team of two-footed steeds."
[Vir.Geo.4.388]
Some call Proteus 2 the Old Man of the Sea. He is a seer, for he knows all that has been, is now, and
lies in store. However, he is reluctant to answer questions, and by his art he changes his real figure for a
false semblance, and when he pleases he returns to his true form. Proteus 2 lived in the sea off Egypt,
and for that reason he is often identified with Proteus 3, who was an Egyptian king.
Remarkable
capacity.
The most remarkable feature of Proteus 2 is his capacity to change form. But
whereas some whose form has been changed remain in their new state, Proteus 2
can assume new forms continuously, looking as a young man, or lion, or boar,
serpent, bull, stone, tree, water, flame, or whatever he pleases.
A seer too.
Proteus 2 is one of those who, seeing into the future, said to Thetis that she would
become the mother of a youth who would outdo his father's deeds. Because of this
prophecy Zeus renounced to the love of Thetis, and decided that she should marry
mortal Peleus, for he feared that a son of his own would take over the rule of the
heaven]
Was Spinoza Autistic? Michael Fitzgerald, The Philosophers' Magazine, Spring 2001 Spinoza was probably one of the greatest philosophers of the 17th century. However there is evidence he had the psychological condition known as Asperger's syndrome, which is equivalent to High Functioning Autism. Hans Asperger described it in 1944 -- occurs mainly in males who are socially odd, naive, and inappropriate as well as being egocentric and hypersensitive. They tend to have good grammar and extensive vocabularies but are long winded, literal and pedantic and have circumscribed interests. They are capable of producing remarkably original ideas and tend to lack common sense. ...Wittgenstein and Spinoza were citizens of an "autistic" community of ideas.
Textbook on treatment of autism, behavior modification treatment center in Los Angeles, states that autism is marked by a "flapping of the hands" which can also result from the sensory deprived childhood of neglected or abandoned children.
See Plato book 10 for examples of selecting a future life.
my dream 6/17/01 12 Noon a man comes to visit me, sits in the next chair. I notice him after seeing a baby in a high chair kissing his mother on the mouth repeatedly. A blond woman asks if there are seat belts in the back seats of old cars like mine. The man to my right says I know about the seatbelts in his car. I remember that his car is emerald green and he nods yes. Then we are necking in the backseat, he says to go to someone else's bed. People come in so we go to Dad's and he uses one of the three bedrooms upstairs and is writing something and eating ravioli. Then he's leaving and I ask him if he wants to see my room -- I've just been in there and am holding a statue of Buddha. I have a Virgin Mary in a wedding dress beside a Buddha in a faded orange robe, the couple from the top of a wedding cake where the groom is reading a green book during the ceremony, and the severed heads of a bride and groom. I also have a fountain but it is turned off -- batteries dead -- and when I look at it a lot of algae has grown in it. I got rid of all the fish, but there is a fish in there again. Maybe a guppy from my neighbor. A large fancy yellow fish with huge square fins near the rear swims up and he says it's a sting ray, almost wakes me up again. It looks more like the car. Elaine is washing dishes and the water gets yellow greasy slicks and a yellow fish dies on a lily pad. There are a lot of fish appearing in the tank which is now the size of a swimming pool. I see a large goldfish,nose not downturned like a koi. I feed the fish cheesecake crust, then the filling too. A kiwi bird with a curved bill appears - fat like a partridge. A blue guarami/black crappie gets out of the tank and flies around the room, around the man. He has a CD about coaching he is working on now on a shelf in front of him. . Three cars are approaching from a distance and then one of them turns into a white and black bull. There's no where to run so I just sit on the ground and wait to see what he will do and remember it's just a dream. He runs at me full speed and then jumps over me. I look up and see his four foot broad stomach and stubby legs with big hooves. I turn around to see where he went and he has turned into a big bowlegged man with a white rag around his waist (white skin, dark hair in crewcut) and he steps over me also, shimmering or jiggling. Seems like an initiation or rebirthing ceremony. He has a blue rubber band which he stretches and snaps at me until I tell him he can't torture me. Then he starts pulling on his penis and saying that he'll put it on his penis then near the end/head. That doesn't sound like the right spot, but I can't think clearly -- it starts to wake me up. I think about walking, but the bull will be walking on my heels probably. Voice, "I've been there for two hours, been talking for two minutes." [wake up and think about how in Egyptian initiation a snake slithers up to you, stand upright and sticks its tongue in your mouth.]
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