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I have just read with interest "Pam's" Dream and you stated you would like to hear if anyone else had had a similar experience. First of all I'm no crackpot nor any sort of attention seeking freak. Just a middle-aged, "average" woman. Nothing of what I'm about to write has ever happened to me before.

In my dream my 32yr old eldest son James was walking along a city street with his dad, when some "thugs" came up and bashed him on the back of his legs with a steel bar or rod of some sort.  He crumpled to the ground but after awhile his dad helped him up and he managed to walk again.  I was not in the dream, but my "vision" of this was as if I was somehow across the road  watching. I felt his pain and was horrified.  Three days later my son was admitted to hospital and there he died of his injuries. I was telling people he had been murdered.  Next thing I was in a large hall and all his friends were there, it was packed (he was very popular).  His ex mother-in-law was there and his three little daughters were running around amongst the crowd.  It felt strange to me, no-one seemed to be in mourning, it was just a gathering of some sort.  My husband and I were up on a stage with a lot of officials, it was as if we were going to be presented with something, like  prize, but I whispered to him "I don't understand why I'm not crying".  Then someone made a speech about James and next thing I fell to the ground crying with the most incredible grief I have ever felt.  It was so intense it woke me up because I could not stand the depth of it anymore.  I could not go back to sleep the rest of the night because I felt shattered and did so for days afterwards. Normally when I dream I can never remember them, but if I ever do it is not in such great detail.

My son who lived at home with us had just had his 2 older daughters (from interstate) to visit for a couple of weeks.  He drove them home and stayed for the youngest ones' 2nd birthday.  He rang me one afternoon and said, "Mum I'm on my way home, I should be there in the early hours of the morning"  I asked him to please drive carefully and told him I'd had a bad dream.  He said he would ring me at each large town he passed through so I would not worry.  I intended to stay awake and wait for him.  Around 10:30pm there was a knock at my front door and the police were there to tell me he had had a horrific accident and was barely alive. He had skidded on "black ice" in atrocious weather, lost control of his car and smashed into a telegraph pole with such force he and the whole drivers' side had been pushed to the passenger side. It took several hours to get him out, the pole had snapped, an electrician was needed to cut off the power, then he had to be cut out of the car. A helicopter was called to transport him to the closest large hospital, but it could not land because of high winds.  It was to land 60 kms away but several hours later the police came back to my home to tell me he had died in the ambulance on the way to the helicopter.

At first we were told that he had died of head and chest injuries, but next day when we  flew to the town where the accident happened the police there told us that beside those injuries, BOTH his legs had been severely broken.  They kept on repeating over and over that they couldn't believe he survived as long as he did (about 7 hours) When we got the post mortem report back I gave it to my sister (who is a nurse) to interpret the medical jargon and she said even if he had survived everything else he probably would never have walked again.

When we attended his funeral everything was exactly like in my dream, all the same people were there, and my son's 2yr old daughter had to be taken outside by his ex mother-in-law because she was running around everywhere during the service.

This dream is not EXACTLY like it happened it real life but it was close enough to really disturb me. How could I have dreamt this?

I would really like to hear your opinion because it's bad enough suffering the grief I'm experiencing without worrying about this too!

MW

Dear MW,

There are some things in life (and death) that there are no logical explanations for. Your dream and the events that followed is one of them. No psychological analysis of your dream can really do it justice or explain the events that followed. I thank you for sharing your experience and wish you and your family the best in coping with your loss. I invite others to respond to your story including Pam.

happy(butsadforMWandherfamily)shrink

Hi Happy,

 I seem to have the same dream very often, or at least a similar dream. Its always about being back in high school, or maybe its college and I don't know where my next class is. Sometimes I have an idea where I'm supposed to be but I don't have any of the books that I need. They are always locked away in my locker and I don't know the combination. Lately my dreams of being unprepared are not even about me, they are about my son. My oldest son is starting kindergarten soon and I've been dreaming of forgetting to fill out or send in the papers he needs. I don't know why I have these dreams about being such a forgetful loser. I was a decent student in school and I always had my assignments done on time. So why do I have such a fear of being unprepared? A friend of mine thought that she heard dreams like this meant something entirely different but she couldn't remember what it was. Is there anyway to put an end to these. I once had a really nice dream with Arnold Swartzenegger in it. I'd like to have that every night instead.

fafafluzey

Dear fafafluzey,

As you say in your dream, you appear to be unprepared. Perhaps the message here is that you are unprepared to have your son start kindergarten fluzey. Having a child start school is one of the great rites of passage that both parents and children go through. For the child it's venturing out into a world without parental protection and guidance. For parents it's seeing your child leave the nest (temporarily) and take on new responsibilities. Your dream may be showing your ambivalence about your son starting school and perhaps moving towards more independence. My guess is that these recurrent dreams will eventually stop once your son is in class and the two of you appear to be adjusting to this change well. Let me know if my interpretation makes any sense to you.

happy(neverdreamsofArnoldbutdoesdreamofSly)shrink

happy(neverpreparedforanything)shrink

Dear happyshrink,
I know you have a job now, and probably don't have time to help, but I need
your interpretation of a dream I have had several nights in a row...I'm standing outside a door, labeled "chat party"..there is this tall guy, with stringy, long, dark hair, with dark sunglasses and a long trench coat, yelling "this is my room, enter if you dare!". This guy looks somehow familiar...so i go in the room. As i open the door.....the noise is deafening. people walking, running, crawling, talking, yelling...everywhere I look! I step in, and the door closes with a slam...I turn to look at it, but its gone..no door..just a white padded wall. not wanting to look out of
place..I straighten my bearskin tunic, get a firm grip on my club, and walk briskly into the center of the room. there i see a man....sitting at a table, wearing a fireman's hat(the kind with the red light that goes round and round...with a siren)..he looks up at me...smiles ... hands me a paper with scratch marks all over it, and says "hi..I'm nurve...type this in..I wrote this myself...your computer will never be the same...... NEXT!!" I step to the side and a young female approaches the table. I look to the the side and see a woman,with yellow hair, dressed in a black nazi outfit with a whip, crawling on her hands and knees...yelling at the top of her lungs "its my way or the highway!".just then i realize someone is standing in front of me...."Hi..im beerbert...want one?" a large fellow says..and he hands me his warm, almost empty beercan, opens a cold one...and takes my arm....leading me around the room. He stops in front of a slender yellow haired woman, belches heavily....and passes out. "hi, im FaFa" says the yellow haired woman, "don't mind the children". She turns and walks off. I feel something by my feet and look down. It's two young boys... One is rolling bubble gum into the hair on my right leg..and the other has started a nice brush fire with my left leg hair. I snarl at them as i put out the fire, and they run after the yellow haired woman screaming. I look to the other side and see two woman talking...a tall black haired woman, in a fairy godmothers outfit...waving a wand.....and a yellow haired woman, in bright red leather. The black haired woman is saying "Are you a good witch..or a bad witch?". the yellow haired woman is saying "Actually..I go both ways". Behind them is a man.....with his pants around his ankles, flexing his biceps, trying to get their attention. I look across the room and see a line of people, leading into a side room. I look into the room and there is a man, holding a sword...standing by a chopping block...and he is asking the people in line...."who's next, I can solve your problems, oiy!". I back outta that room and see a small alter. On the alter is a priest and a man sitting on a large throne. The priest is saying " I forgive you cud" and the man on the throne is saying "I don't need your forgiveness AL, I'm a Canadian!". Over to the left is a large black streetlight, with a red light in it....under the lamp is a brunette in a short, thin red dress...smoking a "cigarette" and a yellow haired man sitting on a flat car tire....eating so fast his hands and jaws are a blur. Every few moments she passes the cig to the man. Across from them, is a woman sitting in a lawn chair. She is wearing horned rimmed glasses, red spandex pants, and has a metallic sun reflector under her chin. she is telling a young buffoon to " Get outta my sun, sonny boy!" In another room...I watch as a woman arm wrestles and beats a very muscular man in Speedos. She puts out her hand and says "pay up Arnold, you Austrian wuss!". This woman scares me so i turn to run away....and bump into a short brunette, holding her breasts, saying "these are my boobies...like em?" I'm running for the door...and trip over a small white vibrator. Up comes a short brunette, bends over, picks up the vibrator, and says "there you are..i thought I'd lost you pocky-rocky!". As I near the wall where the door was...the door reappears, and in comes a yellow haired woman pushing an old man in a wheel chair. She just has time to say "hi! I'm Candy!..and this is Nightstalker!" before i clear the door..............and then i wake up. Whats all this mean??? help me!!!

v/r subhuman (aka-subby,subshit,subhole,sub)

Dear subhuman,

It is quite apparent to me that you are suffering from a fairly new mental condition know as Post Traumatic Chat Party Syndrome or "PTCPD"  The "Revised" DSM IV gives the following information about PTCPD:

Diagnostic Criteria for 309.81Z Post Traumatic Chat Party Syndrome

1. Attendance at two or more IRC Chat Parties.
2. Purchasing of at least one Chat Party Video.
3. Witnessing a "chat party moment" such as:
    a) Elephant boy singing the Star Spangled Banner.
    b) Puking
    c) LTHRNCHAINS or PMSDoll dancing
4. Spending 20 or more hours on-line per week.
5. An irrational dislike for Canadians.
6. A rational dislike for beerbert.

Symptoms

1. Feeling mentally and sexually inferior more than 50% of the time.
2. Acute anxiety when being away from your computer for more than 30 minutes.
3. Recurring nightmares about dominant women (men) or Hell's Angels types
    (women), loud music, getting intoxicated, demented priests and slutty nuns,
    etc.
4. The need to "Ask Happyshrink" a lot of stupid questions.
5. The need to read Happyshrink's stupid answers.

Treatment Modalities

1. Frontal Lobotomy
2. Cannibis Sativa TID
3. Masterbation QID
4. Trashing your computer

Prognosis

While most of the above treatments continue to be faithfully administered (usually by the patients themselves), there is no record of anyone making a full recovery of this illness.

So all I can say subhuman is...... learn to live with it. I have!

happy(notonlythePTCPSpresidentbutaPTCPSclienttoo)shrink

Dear Happy,

I really hope you can help me with this. I have been with the same guy online for almost 8 months and still we have not met. We were chosen to be on the Ricki Lake show and he couldn't go. My dream is that I am asleep in my bed and suddenly feel something on my neck. As I wake up my boyfriend is sitting there kissing my neck. I am so happy I almost cry. He quietly takes off his clothes and climbs into my bed. He gently kisses me and does everything I had imagined he would. And then we fall asleep in each others arms. But every morning when I wake up he is not there. Is this a sign that I will meet him? Please help me.

~Dreamer~

Dear Dreamer,

I don't believe that dreams convey signs. You need to speak to a psychic for one of those interpretations Dreamer. I do believe that your dream is telling you something about how you are feeling or what you are struggling with. Your dream seems to convey the burning desire that you want to meet your on-line boyfriend and make it an off line relationship as well. But then you wake up and he is gone. This seems to convey his elusiveness or reluctance to meet you.

OK, so Ricki Lake didn't work out (probably for the best). Can you arrange another meeting? Is he avoiding this issue? I think you need to talk to him about it! Online relationships can be risky. There are some that have worked out very well while others have been hurtful. Is he really the guy he says he is? Sometimes people assume different identities online because they don't think they will ever meet the people they get involved with. I would try to find out if he really wants to get together with you and if the both of you can make that happen. If its can't happen Dreamer, maybe its time to move on. I know you have invested a lot into this relationship already but things must move forward to be successful. Let me know how things work out Dreamer. Good luck!

happy(alwaysmovingforward)shrink

Dear Happy Shrink,

I was referred to you by a dear friend...actually my best friend online. We have never met in person but we talk all the time and she said that you know your stuff.
My dream is as follows:

The setting is in my house and I was in one of the rooms, the location in the dream was the computer room, but I didn't know for sure because I didn't actually see in the room, I was standing outside the doorway. Along came my best online buddy and another online buddy whom I have met and we talk all the time too. (Both are female.) Well buddy #1 says to me, "Julie....look who is here and wants to meet you." I followed them into the other room, and there standing was my teen idol...my heartthrob, THE man of my youth. He said "Hi Julie" and I said "HI!!" (I should tell you that I met both of my online buddies because of this group and we are up on everything they are doing..it isn't like he faded into oblivion and he just popped up from nowhere in my mind...) well, then my husband (who deals with this fascination SOOO WELL) came into the room and I said "Alan (my idol) this is my husband Randy...Randy THIS is Alan." And Randy put his hands on his hips and jokingly said to Alan, "I challenge you to a duel." They started roughhousing the way men seem to do and were getting along just fine.

Then, a neighbor, who lives on the opposite corner that we live on, was letting off fireworks down the street from our house. I looked out and saw red, white and blue fireworks but they looked like Christmas tree lights that hadn't been taken out of the box yet..then Alan came up the little hill that is in our front yard and said "Can I have a drink?" motioning towards the wine cooler I had in my hand...and I said "Yes, of course..." and that was pretty much it..I know that this is small potatoes compared to some of the ones I have heard about you interpreting...but I was just curious of your opinion....

Thanks a bunch...

Julie

Dear Julie,

It seems to me that this is a dream about fulfilling fantasies. Your life has two of them; this Rock Group and your Chat Group Friends. Certainly, a great fantasy fulfillment would be to actually meet your dearest chat friends and your teenage heart throb at the same time! The computer room is the source of your present day fantasies and an appropriate place for these meetings to take place. I'll bet your husband's reaction in the dream is similar to his real life issues with you. He accepts your chat and teen idol obsessions and wants you to enjoy yourself, but probably feels somewhat uncomfortable by the competition! The horseplay with your teen idol was your husband's way of making his feelings known to you in a friendly and supportive way.

Now the fireworks and the wine is also interesting. Fireworks are the prelude or the aftermath to something special like a fanfare. Then your teen idol asks you for some wine and you say, "of course" Fireworks, wine.....what could be next? Maybe it was good that the dream ended at that point. You might have gotten in trouble if it went on further. But then, its just a dream! Let me know what you think Julie.

happy(withallmyfantaciestoo)shrink

Dear Happy,

I don't always remember my dreams, and parts of this one or vague, but the
things I remember give me an unpleasant feeling. I was keeping my sister-in-law's three boys. Though adults now, in the dream they were pre-teen. They were digging holes all over the front lawn, just big enough in diameter to put your foot in. They were deep, 8 ft. or more, then they filled these holes with water so that they didn't appear to be dangerous. I kept warning my mother-in-law, who lives with us that we needed to fill these with sand or something, that someone could break a leg
or a small child might even fall into one.

We went into the house and looked out to see the sister-in-law and her husband drive up. They began to unload several large, dinning size yellow plastic tables. On each table they placed a very large bouquet of yellow roses, they were beautiful. Then they turned on a radio and began to dance. I felt very irritated at them for all the show. It was after Mother's day, but this was their gift for my mother-in-law.

(unsigned)

Dear anonymous,

The holes in your yard obviously represents some sort of hidden danger. As a dutiful daughter-in-law, you try to warn your mother-in-law of this danger. But instead her attentions are taken away from you by your brother and sister-in-law who show up with a plastic (artificial perhaps meaning not real?) table and yellow roses that were beautiful. They begin to dance, showing no concern for the dangers that you have warned your mother in-law about and steal her attention away from you. The fact that their children are the cause of danger is also interesting. I wonder if you have unresolved feelings about your mother in-law and her appreciation of your devotion to her. Perhaps you perceive your brother and sister-in-law as "fair weather" family who make a good showing on Mother's Day but are not there for your mother-in-law the rest of the time. You seem irritated that they enjoyed themselves while you are left to worry. Perhaps you have unresolved feelings about them too.

Please let me know if I have hit or missed the bulls eye!

happy(sometimesmissesbutalwaysahit)shrink

In reply to my analysis unsigned writes

Dear Happy Shrink,

Once more you have hit the nail on the head. July will be three years since we've been living under the same roof with  my mother-in-law and I can count on one hand how many times my husband's sister and her family have come to visit. We all get along OK, but I resent the fact that they don't spend  time with "Mama."  When they do come, I feel a little like the elder brother of the prodigal son must have felt in the Bible in Luke Chapter 15.

As usual, your insight amazes me. Once more in your debt, I pay you with
reverential regard.

         " unsigned,"

A few nights ago I dreamed I saw a lady that I worked with at the post office. She is much older than I am and really helped me to cope with some hard times in my personal life as well as on the job. In the dream I told her how beautiful her hair looked and we chatted about my grandchildren and life in general. I hadn't seen her in a long time. When I got home I looked in the mirror and saw that I had her hair, beautiful silver, almost white hair. I said oh my goodness I've got Vivian's hair and I know that she must have mine. I thought that I should really return her hair, but I was so happy with it and I felt guilty because my hair was not nearly so nice as hers. I haven't been able to get this silly dream off my mind. Does it have some hidden message?

A.R.

Dear A.R.

The dream seems to evoke feelings of unworthiness. This woman helped you and rather than paying her back for her support, you end up with her hair. The hair is something you admire and value but feel unworthy to have. Are there any issues in your life now where you feel either guilty or unworthy of any good fortune or opportunities that may have arisen?  Have you been unable to express feelings of  love or gratitude to someone else in your life? Let me know if this rings a bell AR?

happy(andtryingtobeworthy)shrink

In reply to my analysis of a dream, AR writes:

Dear Happy Shrink,

 You gave me the answer I needed, in a way. I have no problem with feelings
of unworthiness and no problem expressing my love and gratitude. I do feel very guilty though for not visiting or calling to check on Vivian, the older friend. She gave me so much of her time. Now that we are both retired, I am so busy with family,  friends, writing a weekly news column, etc., that I never take any time for her. She has no children or family, although she has a lot of good friends. You are right, I do feel DARN guilty! Thanks!!! I'm going to call her as soon as I finish this.

P.S. The hair was almost white. I feel that it symbolized wisdom, perhaps
my ending up with her hair is my feeling that I owe a lot of the wisdom
I've acquired to her teaching.

Forever in your debt I will pay you with reverential regard,

yours truly,

 A.R.

Dear A.R,

Thank you for your kind words as well as sharing this most interesting dream. They mean a lot to me. It seems you did most of the hard work in interpreting this dream. Please don't hesitate to share others in the future.

happy(wishingeveryonesweetdreams)shrink

Hi-Happy

Once when I was pregnant I had a horrible dream: I witnessed my sister being stabbed to death, blood everywhere. I woke up in a cold sweat. Shortly thereafter (about 3 days later) I miscarried and was devastated. It took me a long long time to emotionally recover from this miscarriage for some reason. I have never forgotten this dream and seek some sort of explanation for same. Any ideas? Any insight would be appreciated. Thank you.--

BM˜i

Dear BM~i,

Let me first start off by suggesting that there is a good chance the dream was just a coincidence and have no relationship to your miscarriage. If I were to link any causal relationship though, it would be the miscarriage causing the dream and not the other way around. I know the miscarriage occurred after the dream, however sometimes the body gives messages to our unconscious thoughts before we consciously perceive them. You may have sensed that something was wrong with your pregnancy unconsciously around the time of this dream. Our dreams are the doorway to the unconscious. Your sister being stabbed to death may have symbolized the death of your unborn child. The blood could have been related to some of the obvious symptoms of a miscarriage. The ultimate meaning of your dream as well as the miscarriage itself may never be understood. What is most important is for you to accept the fact that the miscarriage was not your fault and your dream was not responsible for this traumatic and sad occurrence.

happy(andsometimessad)shrink

I have had a very, very bad day at the office. I am so upset at the morons that work for me and with me that I need a break. I left the office without telling the owner (my direct boss) of my plans to leave and just get into the car and leave the office parking lot without uttering a word to anyone.

I start driving ~ and think I'll go home. Instead, I find myself on the Interstate and seven hours later I realize it is only another six hours until I am where I feel I need to be. I listen to the miles of road, no music to soothe me or desensitize me. I am completely and utterly alone with my thoughts. No car phone rings, no pager goes off. Just the quiet hum of the wheels hitting the blacktop to destinations known from long ago.

Just before I hit familiar grounds, I stop for gas. It is 1:30 in the morning and the gas attendant who is operating the local Texaco asks me, "What brings you to this one horse town, Ma'am? Especially, this late at night?" I look him over and say very quietly, the first words spoken since an hour before I left my office, "Memories."

 He looked me over very closely and said, "Maniac?"
"Yes," I reply, "The one and only."

He jumps over the counter and starts hugging me wildly, asking me if I am back in the area to stay and starts to remind me of memories past, things I never thought of for many years, things I care not to think about again. I don't know what to say, so I don't bother responding to his annoying questions and just pay for the gas and leave the man standing there yammering to himself.

I am back on the road. It is close to 2AM and I am pulling into town. It has been almost six years since I have made this trip. I am in familiar territory. As familiar as the back of my hand. New stores sprang up around town since I had last driven these roads, but the road is as familiar as it was when I was in college, driving home drunk after an all night party. Even the car, though not my prized Mustang, seemed to know the various turns in the road that had to be maneuvered without me as the driver exerting any effort.

I pull into that familiar road that leads me to where I left my heart years ago. I know he no longer lives there, but something took me back to the house, the memories and dreams a young girl had long ago. I sit there in my car for forty-five minutes and just look over the house, as my car sits on an idle.  Even though he no longer lives there, and others long ago purchased the house, I still see memories flash before my eyes, as if I was watching a video of memories from long ago. I sit there with the car in park and idling and ponder about the happiness that the "new" owners feel. I can't help but wonder if they appreciate the homey touches I made to "his" house.

Taking a mental tour of the house, I find myself first in the bathroom first of all places. Memories of the powder blue paint fall into focus as if all this happened yesterday. I remember the paint war that had ensued after he lovingly touched my leg as I was working on the wall above the bathroom door. I recall how completely consumed I was at finishing the task at hand, and how he picked me up from right off the ladder and started tickling me. I remember taking my paintbrush and swatting his cheek with the brush and remember the pattern vividly the brush made on his face. I remember the pretty, soft powder blue and how his skin tone provided and interesting contrast. I even recall imagining him with blue paint all over his body and the paint war that ensued with the paintbrushes and cans of paint. I even recall the mess of blue paint we had all over each other and the floor, making such a mess with the paint we had to go out and pick out new linoleum because the paint had dried after we made love amidst all the paint splatterings we created. I even recall the heart I drew with an arrow down the middle and how he put our initials below the heart and the word "Forever" right above the heart.

I then take a mental walk into the living room. The same dark, royal blue carpeting still carries the memories from long ago. I spy the stereo sitting off to the left and my Heart album entitled "Bad Animals" sitting out, just where I always left it when he wanted to put on other music. I find myself humming a few bars from the song, "These Dreams" as I reflect back to the memory of the two of us cuddled up on the recliner, making out as if we were two teenagers in heat. I recall his hot, sweet kisses and remember the feel of his breath upon my shoulder as he kissed his way back up to my neck and finally, to my lips. I remember how he lovingly picked me up and laid me down on the floor with the fire of desire in his eyes. I am breathless by the time he removes my bra and panties, and time stands still with yet another kiss, and I taste within my mouth the hot fresh feel of his kisses as I also feel him begin to enter into the very depths of my womanhood.

Walking into the kitchen, I recall the endless dinners we made together. Life was much simpler for me then. I remember sustaining my life on his love, salads and popcorn. I remember as if it were only hours ago when we were in the middle of washing the salad greens and he walked over to me and put his hands on my hips. I remember how he nuzzled my neck and pleading with only his eyes, and not a word spoken, I got on my knees, and french kissed his member for an eternity, before I was justly rewarded with a taste of him, drinking of him as if  his semen  was life sustaining water, quenching my thirst.  I remember the taste as if it was only hours ago. My mouth moistens at the thought of sampling his sweet honey again.

Taking a mental walk out to the patio I remember the BBQ that never quite
happened. I remember the sunny day, laying out on the deck with a notebook in hand, writing a poem that was due for the following morning's class. I recall the taste of a number two pencil and the feel of the eraser on my tongue as nibbled on the pencil trying to complete the assignment at hand. Frustrated and at my wits end, I remember taking the pencil and wrapping my hair up in it, so to keep it out of the way as the heat continues to beat down on my bare back and barely covered breasts. Onto the patio he walks, and I see myself standing up in an attempt to slide by him to go grab the steaks that are marinating in the refrigerator. I remember the sting from the swat he gave my fanny as I walk into the door that leads to the kitchen. I remember looking over my shoulder and simply smiling. No words need to be spoken. This is his affection coming through ever so loud and clear.

I remember  reaching into the refrigerator and feeling the coolness within on my thighs and between the crevice of my breasts, and pulling out the steaks simultaneously listening for the sound of the refrigerator door shutting completely. I walk out to the patio and put the steaks on the tray beside the grill and wrap my arms around his waist, lifting my face up to take his kiss. As if it were only yesterday afternoon I once again am able to experience the softness of his lips and they touch mine, and savor the feel of his tongue as it dances within my mouth, and recall the taste of Big Red chewing gum he always had in his mouth. I recall how I let my tongue dance with his and how I "stole" the gum out of his mouth with my tongue and walked back over to the assignment due the following morning, snapping the gum in victory well fought as I succeeded in this game on many, many occasions. I suddenly crave Big Red chewing gum, and flashing back into the present for a moment, remember I gave up chewing gum the day I left.

Back to the present, I remember my car is still idling and I sit there in the glow of the full moon and take one last look at the house, as I put the car into drive and begin to move forward, slowly beginning to accelerate. I think back through the eight years without him in my life. I remember men I thought I loved, and realize as I speed through the fields on the country road that leads me to my destination, I traveled through life much like I am traveling through the back roads now. I moved forward, seldom looked back behind me for any great length of time and never, ever planned what direction my life was going, but rather took the curves and valleys as they came, without warning, and just moved forward, existing within my own little world, facing life head on, without giving a lot of thought as to what the future had in store.

As I head into even more familiar territory, I look outside to the left and see the daycare center that was my daughter's home away from home the last year I was in college. I pull off to the side of the road and look to the playground and recall  seeing the most beautiful brunette girl toddler with the biggest hazel eyes jumping off a swing and running to her mother, and feel the tight embrace offered to me as I scooped her up. Once again, so vividly I recall the smell of a child who spent a day at work and play. I inhale the scent of sweat, dirt mixed with a little baby powder left over from the morning as we race together towards the slide to slide down once together, as we always did at the end of our day.

I turn away with tears in my eyes and put the car back into drive, remembering, and praying she is watching over me as I head into another fork of life. I am suddenly jolted back to the present as I hear my car phone ringing. Without needing to say a word, I know it is him on the car phone and pick it up not bothering with a greeting of any sort.

"Where are you? Are you okay," he asks?
"Better than okay, and the answer is Yes," I say with a light smile on my face as I punch down the accelerator on my car.
"When will you be ready," he asks with a smile clearly conveyed through the
airwaves.
"How's ten minutes from now," I ask him in my low, sultry voice that was
always reserved only for the most intimate of moments with him many, many
years ago.
"Okay, to get in the house..." he begins to respond to me, matching me perfectly, in his own low and sexy voice women have found appealing for many years.
Interrupting him I respond, "I found my way here didn't I?"

Very quietly I hear the phone hang up and listen to the end call tone as I
disconnect and punch down on the accelerator of the car, simultaneously hitting the play button and listening to Nancy Wilson sing about her own dreams as my car and I travel towards my own dreams ... and our future.

SUSD's Anonymous Poet has told me that "some" of this story is true. I hope she submits CHAPTER II in the near future!

Hey Happy

Do you want a real dream to dissect? I have one for you.

This dream was in full color, stereo sound. The daughter, car, gas station, and intersection are all very much real.

I am driving my blue Geo Metro, with my daughter in the passenger seat. We pull up to the Texaco station to get gas, and Jennifer (daughter) is getting money from my wallet for me.  I am about ready to get out and get the gas, when I notice a man kneeled over a cardboard box in the lot.  Inside the box, I can see automatic weapons.  AK-47's.  I look thru the cashier's window and see silhouetted forms of another man holding a gun to the head of the woman behind the counter.

I pull forward, and drive to the next intersection where there is a parade coming toward me.  I jump out, and tell the leaders of the parade there is a robbery in progress at Texaco.  They re-direct the parade route, and the crowd runs for shelter.  I was concerned about a panic, and the possible injuries caused by such.  But everyone was ok.

I was swept 1/2 a block away from my car by the crowd, and when I was able to free myself, I turned back to go get my car.  Then I saw him. He was a Black man, sitting in the doorway of a bar.  I said, "You need to get out of here! Come with me!"  He looked at me slowly, and said, "No.. you are the one who needs to escape."  I looked to the other side of the road, and there was the man with the AK-47.  He pointed it at me, and pulled the trigger.

A bullet ripped through my right thigh, another into my right calf.  A third one hit my shoulder, and I was thinking I should drop so he would think I was dead and stop shooting.  I fell, and thought this wasn't so hard.

Then I woke up.

There is a post script to this dream, Happy, but I want to wait on it,
so as not to color your perception.

Pam

Dear Pam,

The most striking thing to me about this dream is that there is no overt sexual content. (Just kidding, but you can understand where I'm coming from with all the fantasy stuff.) Actually what is unique about this dream is that you are injured in it. Usually, people wake up just before they are shot, crash, or hit the ground. The fact that you experience being shot as not "so hard." may explain this as well as give me a little bit of a peek into your unconscious.

You are with your daughter in the car, It is interesting that you don't involve her in the rest of the story after danger is encountered. Perhaps it was an oversight. Perhaps there was the desire to keep her away from any danger that may be in your life. Your instinct is first to escape but then see others in danger and try to warn them first. The parade may also be symbolic of your life passing before you. You feel the need to keep the parade moving, even if it is in a different direction  and away from danger. Having fulfilled your obligation, you try to return to the car. (Perhaps to check if your daughter is ok, or to just get back in and get to safety) As you struggle to get back, you encounter a "black" man. Black often symbolizes death or doom. You are warned of the impending danger, but it is too late. You are shot and actually experience the bullets penetrating your body, you are still thinking about how to save your life but falling to the ground, but as you experience these potentially mortal injuries you also think, "this wasn't so hard."

Having had the knowledge of a previous life experience of yours Pam, I also connected this story to "Camp Rosemary" where you talk about your mother's ordeal with a serious illness and possibly facing death and her children's "coming together" for support. Whenever we experience the death or near death of a loved one, our own mortality is always looked at either consciously or unconsciously. I thought that there may be some relationship to your experience with your mom.

So what does this all mean? I would interpret this dream as identifying a time of turbulence and transition in your life. As someone who has always felt "in control"  these times have left you anxious and uncertain about the future and your ability to affect it. You are struggling with many things right now in your life and while you know that you are strong and will do what it takes, you still wonder if things will turn out all right. Being shot, rather than a negative thing, may signify a willingness to let go of some control. A willingness to accept change and realize that what ever happens, it will be OK. Also there may be the issue of allowing for time for yourself. It sounds like a lot of your life has been taken up by others. Maybe you need to say, Hey its time for me now, everything will be OK.

So Pam, what do you think? Do you think I can get a job as a psychic friend or am i just the windbag that all my chat friends tell me that I am? Let me know the postscript to this dream and I also invite others to interpret it! You didn't know what you were getting into when you wrote this dream Pam. This may be your biggest nightmare! :)

happy(everybodiesbiggestnightmare)shrink

Hi Hap

Hmmmmm.... (she mused in her best counselor hummm)  You did a good job
here, Hap!  There are several issues you pretty much nailed, in the interpretation of my dream.  Yes, I have always been in control of my life's situations, and now some of my bigger concerns are outside my control.  Yes, people around me have always staked a big claim on my life's time, and I am feeling it's now my time, for me... yet situations prevent that.  Yes, I generally accept change with willingness. I do what others think are tough jobs, and usually think, gee... that wasn't so hard.

Psychic Friend?  Well, Happy, I won't rule you out as a candidate for the Psychic Hotline, but I am sure you can (and probably ARE) doing a far better service right here on the web.  :)

I'll be watching to see others' interpretations.  I found yours most interesting, as it opened up a viewing point I hadn't considered.  About my daughter being left out of the last part of the dream, I realized this, too, as I wrote this last night.  I simply don't remember her in the last 75% of the dream.

Now on to the post script....

I live in a small town (10K population.)  The last incident to make the news was 10, maybe 12 years ago.  It's a mill town, what can I say?  Everyone works at the mill, gets drunk after work, and cheats on his or her spouse.  OK.. not everyone, but you get the point.

Two weeks after my dream, some guy named Doug (no, I don't know this guy) stole a car, raced down the main street and rounded that corner where the Texaco station is.  In the intersection in front of the mill (in my dream, this is where I met the parade) he was doing 60 MPH, ran a red light, and plowed through a car, killing the driver.  His rampage continued.  His stolen car broke down a few minutes later, and tried to flag down a car driven by my doctor.  Doc was a wise man that day and when Doug jumped in, Doc threw him right back out. A minute or so later,
he hijacked a car driven by a woman (with 3 children in the car).  He tried to force her to drive him further, but she intentionally ran her car into a light pole, and Doug fled.  He attacked a cop who approached him, threw him to the ground, and stole the cop car.  He then raced the patrol rig at high speeds until he missed a curve and flew (18 feet through the air) into a lake.  The cop had managed to shoot at him (4 shots fired) and Doug had a 9 mm bullet in his shoulder.  The officers (state, city, county, and cops from the next town (hey! none of them had ever seen this much excitement!)) were able to retrieve Doug from the lake, and haul his sorry ass to the vet's... er.. hospital.

Coincidence? I not only know the doctor, but the man who was killed was the brother-in-law to a friend of mine, AND the cop is an old friend of mine, too.

I think it's pretty interesting that I had that dream when I did.  (Pam don't believe in no coinkydinks.)

Have a ball!  Now that your psychic vibes are all warmed up, tell me whatcha think.

:) Pam

Dear Pam;

Whoa!!! I really don't know what to think. You see I always thought that all the psychic friends stuff was a load of crap! I believe in intuitiveness! Psychotherapy is as much an "art" as it is a "science."  Good professionals in all fields use intuition and are sensitive to their environment! Your story obviously goes much further than that, so I would like to hear if others have similar stories or experiences that can't be explained away or that seem like more than just a coincidence.

happy(nervousnonbeliever)shrink

Darling,

I thought of you for hours in bed last night.  I wanted to feel your arms around me, to feel your breath on my neck, to hear your voice in my ear.  I knew if you were with me, all of the stress in my body and mind would slowly leave me.  I would be able to close my eyes and drift off to peaceful sleep.  To dream about being with you, I could sleep with a smile on my face.  I could dream of you and then sleep the peaceful sleep that I need so badly. But, instead I laid there for hours, thinking you.  Unable to sleep for yet another night.

As I thought of you I fantasized that I was alone.  Alone in my own place.  I was laying in my bed, on my stomach, with only a light blanket to cover my naked body.  Quietly, you snuck into my room and took off your clothes.  Gently, you pulled the blanket from me.  Then you carefully crawled into bed with me, being sure not to wake me.  My first sense that you are with me is when you push the hair away from my neck and begin to kiss me.  Then I feel your wonderful hands gently caressing  my thigh.  I am awake enough now to open my legs just enough to invite you to me.  Then your fingers are gently opening me.  I am so moist that you easily slide into me and I quietly moan as you touch me.  Now I am moving to meet you as you feel my warm moistness.  Then as gently as you started to touch me, you pull your hand away from me.  But, by now I must have you, and you are teasing me.  I turn to you so that I can kiss you.  To kiss your warm moist lips.  I run my tongue over your lips, and you are over me, kissing me so deeply that I know you want me, but still you tease me.  I grab your hair and pull you down to kiss my breasts.  You lick and suck my nipples until I beg you for more.  You turn your head to me, and I can see your smile as you shake your head no.  I can barely stand it anymore, so I reach down to touch myself.  But again, you smile and hold my hands so I cannot feel my moist self.  I hear you whisper to me, "suck me".  I slowly kiss you and lick you, starting at your lips, then to your neck.  I can feel you breathing as I kiss your body and then I am licking your hardness.  My tongue is exploring every inch of you and I want you so much that it hurts.  I take you into my mouth pretending that my mouth is my womanliness.  I can feel you fill me, I can feel you are so hard and I wish I could take you all in.  I can feel  you as you  explode in  me. But, again you tease me and pull your away  from me.  I crawl up to look into your eyes and tell you that I need you, that I must have you now.  I can no longer think of anything else.  My mind is not capable of thought and I beg you to take me.  You push me onto my back and again hold my hands so I cannot feel myself.  Now I can feel your hardness, it is so close to filling me.  I push pelvis towards you but, you are expecting that and pull away.  Then I see you smile again.  As I look into your eyes, you fill me up in one swift motion.  I am so ready that I almost let myself go with your first thrust.  It feels so wonderful that I try to wait.  My legs are shivering and I am so wet and ready, that I can feel myself growing with passions I have never felt.  You keep filling me again and again until I can no longer wait.  I am pulling you closer and closer to me.  You are so deep that it hurts, and it makes me want explode.  Finally, I scream as I reach ecstasy.  I have no mind by now and I feel like I this will never end.  You are making it last for me and for you, because you are ready.  And just when I reach my peak I can feel you deep inside me as you reach your climax.  My whole body is tingling, and I hold you close to me as you  your body gets warmer and warmer. Again, as I reach up to kiss you, I can see you smile.  I smile back, because you know I have enjoyed your game as much as you enjoyed it.

Goodnight my sweet darling.  I cannot wait to be with you again.  To be safe in your arms.

Love

Me