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Dream of: 11 April 2012 "Light-Held Swords"



Late at night in a dark parking lot, I was sitting alone on the passenger side of the front seat of a car when a brown-haired fellow (probably in his late 20s) dressed in brown stepped up to the open window on the driver's side. I had met the fellow earlier and I knew that his name was Steve, although I really didn't know him. As he began talking with me, he reached inside the car and took a red pack of Marlboro cigarettes off the front dash, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. When I asked him to give me one, he said that he had taken the last one. I then reached into the upper-left inside pocket of the jacket which I was wearing and I discovered a couple cigarettes.
When he continued talking and mentioned something about our going out and doing something, I began thinking that he might be gay and that he might be coming on to me. I quickly let him know that I wasn't gay and that I wasn't interested. He answered that he wasn't talking about him and me getting together, but that he meant we could find a couple girls, and he averred that he knew a couple attractive girls with whom we could have sex. That two girls would simply have sex with us sounded a little strange to me. When he clarified that we would first have to buy them a little heroin, his proposition made more sense. He figured we would have to buy $50 worth of heroin for each girl (who I imagined would be in their early 20s). I thought I would want to see the girls first - I certainly didn't want some skank. He said the girls were attractive, which I thought was definitely possible. I thought that as soon as we would meet the girls, I would want to establish that if we gave them the heroin, they would have sex with us.
As I thought about his proposition, I began to vividly imagine the scene where we would meet the women, although I never had a vision of the women themselves. I could see two little metal cans (perhaps five centimeters tall) which contained the heroin. The place which I envisioned was a bare grimy room with a few pieces of furniture. I envisioned the women as being artistic and I thought that while we were in the room, they could paint a painting of the sordid little room. I could clearly see the painting of the room taking shape, and I thought I might even add a few piles of brown dog feces to the painting to emphasize the decadence of the scene.
Suddenly, however, as I looked at the painting, it was as if a bright light went off in my mind, and I thought of adding something else to the painting: I would add several rays of bright light streaming into the room from different points and at the end of each ray would be a little hand clutching a sword sticking straight up. Simultaneously, as I envisioned the light-held swords, I thought how my thoughts of the rays of light seemed to somehow originate or be connected with imagery from some dreams which I had lately been reading online by a woman who went by the name of "the Messenger". The imagery of light seemed to derive from her dreams and the addition to the painting of beams of light holding swords seemed fitting.
The preceding dream is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts*
Copyright 2012 by [email protected]

The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts*
Dream of: 30 March 2012 "Living Funnel Cloud"


As my mother (around 60 years old) and my ex-wife Carolina (about 20 years old) were riding with me in a car which I was driving through Texas, I suddenly spotted not one, but several funnel clouds. I started looking for a place to seek shelter and spotted a few houses in the sparsely populated area. I thought we would hurry into one of the houses when one of the funnel clouds was close to us. Although most of the houses were ranch-style without basements, I saw a couple large houses which definitely appeared to have basements.
When one of the funnel clouds moved closer to us, I pulled up to a big two-story modern house. I stepped out of the car and walked to the basement door, which appeared to be held shut by a flimsy dirty-white shoestring. I thought I could simply pull the door open if I wanted. I pulled it open slightly, looked through the crack and saw a woman standing inside at the top of the basement stairs. I asked her if we could come in and she indicated that we could. My mother (who seemed somewhat demented), Carolina, and I walked into the basement. I knew I needed to keep an eye on my mother so that she wouldn't wander off.
Several people - mostly elderly - were in the house, most of them upstairs. I was concerned that they needed to descend into the basement. I kept looking outside and observing the funnel clouds. One large black one was drawing close. I thought we needed to crouch down against a wall on the side of the house where the tornado would hit, not on the opposite side where the debris would be blown toward us.
I began vividly imagining what would happen upon the tornado's impact and I could even imagine the awful sight of some of the people in the house being swept away.
I looked out again and saw a gigantic black funnel cloud with various white objects swirling around in it. The woman whom I had originally seen at the top of the stairs had come down to the basement and was now standing beside me. I told her to look outside at one of the black funnel clouds which was only a block away. As we watched, the cloud hit a large house and completely demolished it. The house simply vanished inside the funnel cloud.
The woman gave me an uncertain look as if she wanted to say something to me but as if she weren't sure whether she should say it. Finally she told me that the tornadoes were after me because I had "run away with" Carolina. She was indicating that I should have never married Carolina. I didn't think she knew what she was talking about. However, I began noticing something quite strange about one particular thin black funnel cloud which I was watching. At first the funnel was zigzagging around, then suddenly it simply stopped in one spot only about 100 meters away. As I looked straight at the funnel cloud, it almost seemed as if it had a living spirit and as if it were searching for the next house to hit. It was a frightful sight. It almost seemed to have a face at the bottom and it almost seemed to be looking for me. I definitely thought I could sense something alive in the funnel cloud. I didn't want it to see me, lest it come for me.
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