Modern Rocketry

Wednesday night at my house is pizza and comedy night. I bring home a large veggie, with extra tomato sauce from Papa Johns, and the wife and I chill out in front of the television. We watch the comedy line up; In the Middle, The Goldberg’s, Modern Family and Blackish.

So it isn’t surprising that sometimes when my consciousness is relaying a message that some of these characters would show up. Of the four shows, I would relate to Phil Dunphy on Modern Family. For those unaware of the character; (1)Phil Dunphy sees himself as the “cool dad.” He dotes on his wife and constantly tries to find ways to bond with his kids. He has a childlike attitude, very confident and always full of new ideas.

2014/12/10 Wednesday; Unconscious dreaming
It was night time, and I found myself outside with Phil Dunphy a.k.a actor Ty Burrell on Modern Family. He was building a small orange rocket about five feet in length and one foot in diameter. We were putting the three-stage rocket together in his driveway; once it had been completed he directed me to help set it in a frame.

The frame sat in the middle of the driveway, and to each side in the grass were binders and straps. As Phil pulled one of the straps over the front of the rocket, he asked me to do the same on the rear. I cranked down on the binder until the strap was good and tight. I noticed the ground was kind of soft and said something to Phil. He told me not to worry—he did this many times before.

Afterward, I followed him into the grass far left of the driveway. In his hand Phil held a small box with a single button in the middle. He pushed the button, and the rocket fired. The thrust was incredible to the point of the rocket began to bow in the middle. I saw the rear anchor on the far side begin to pull out of the ground. I pointed this out to Phil, who began to get a worried expression on his face.

The thrust became more powerful, and the rear anchor gave way. The front was still tied down, and it flipped over, releasing itself from the frame. The two of us could see right away the rocket was on a trajectory for us.

“IN COMING!” Phil screamed.

We dropped to the ground as the rocket flew over our heads missing us by inches. As the rocket passed we rolled to our backs and sat up. The rocket shot across a road and over a field. Grazing in the field was a large stag with its back toward us. The rocket, staying level with the ground, hit the stag directly in the anus. Without stopping or slowing, it launched the stag across the field and into the woods beyond until out of sight.

“My rocket, my rocket!” Phil yelled.

He leapt up and ran from his yard out into the field in hot pursuit. I followed behind until I was across the road then stopped before entering the field. I turned and walked back toward the house. Just as I got back into the yard, I heard a loud scream of panic. I turned looking in the area of woods Phil had gone. He was now running hard and fast back home, screaming all the while.

Just as he made it to the road, I noticed a lion, twice the size of a normal one, bursting from the woods coming toward us. I turned and began to run for the house in hopes of getting inside. Only yards from the door, Phil passed me slamming into my left shoulder. Although it did not slow him down, he caused me to be knocked to the ground. I scrambled to my feet hearing the breath of the ferocious beast upon me. I had just begun my run back when I was pounced on, awaking me.

If you are new or missed any of my posts, I mentioned before that I was planning on publishing an e-book based on my dreams. The dream here is about the problem I’m running into, mainly the layout of the e-book. The following breakdown of the dream is mostly copy & paste from; dreammoods.com, plus a little editing.

Having a dream that takes place at night represents some obstacles in achieving your goals. You are being faced with an issue that is not so clear cut.

An actor represents your pursuit for pleasure. Consider also who this actor is and what characteristics you associate with him.

The rocket indicates that your plans or ideas will soon be taking off in a big way. You are experiencing a higher level of awareness. All your hard work is paying off.

Orange denotes hope, friendliness, courtesy, generosity, liveliness, sociability, and an out-going nature.

To dream that you are tying something represents your network and connection to others.

Depending on the context of your dream, the stag could mean grace, agility, regeneration and growth.
Seeing only the tail of an animal in your dream signifies annoyances and complications in a situation where pleasure was expected.

A lion symbolizes great strength, courage, aggression and power. You will overcome your difficulties.

(1) Wikipedia, Phil Dunphy

Consistency

I was unable to determine when I awoke if I had had a dream or out-of-body experience. Once I broke it down, I realized it was an unconscious dream, my subconscious trying to relay a message. A few weeks ago I had written an editorial that was to be posted along with a dream. The editorial was nearly one page long and explained that I had made the decision to close down my blog completely: delete the Facebook page, the Twitter account and WordPress…ect.
The posting and closing date of the last blog was to be December 1, 2014; however, for some unexplained reason between the time I had written the editorial and December 1st, my follower numbers suddenly began to soar. This has encouraged me to continue. The following dream is my subconscious informing me what I need to do.

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2014/12/05 Friday; Unconscious dreaming
I was walking through a white rectangular tunnel. Every few yards the tunnel would take a 45 degree turn sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, there did not seem to be a pattern. I passed other people going in the opposite direction perhaps a dozen or fewer, some by themselves and others as couples, man and woman. I never said anything to them nor did they acknowledge me.

This would suggest that my subconscious is presenting a new awareness and new beginnings. I am taking a fresh look at my blog; however, I need to change some things around, such as putting in more labor and having more consistency. Wish me luck.

Demise

Some of my dreams play out as a book or movie. They have a beginning, an end and a plot. These are more prevalent because I practice throughout the day to have them. In most dreams my character runs off on its own. In others I can be aware and intervene at anytime; however, I find it most enjoyable to sometimes just be the hitchhiker in the subconscious and follow the path of the story. The following dream is purely a mixture of my waking life. I read and listen to a lot of science fiction and for exercise I run, 10 or more miles every other day. This also includes being a crane operator which falls into the story.

The dream is a story line, my mind filtering through all my daily activities of work, exercise and relaxation. This is my mind’s way of creating imaginary worlds while I sleep. Kind of like Rolling Credits back on March 20, 2005.

 

Friday, November 14, 2014; Story line

I was a crane operator in a city that was crumbling into dust. Electricity was a rare commodity and saved strictly for survival and operation of equipment. The crane I operated was once part of a series of gantry cranes to unloaded ships coming through the river. These ships were all gone and so was the river. What remained was a vast trench a quarter mile wide and possibly a hundred feet deep. Only two cranes remained, and these were used to reach down into what was left of the river’s water source.

Only a mixture of muddy water ran through the trench. The cranes dropped a large sack, able to contain several cubic yards of water, into the foul mix. I remember holding the sack while it soaked up the water. While waiting, a crew and I worked on the crane. It was old and worn out, dust and dirt packed in its electrical parts and gears. I knew it would not be long before it was totally worthless.

Afterwards, I hoisted the sack up and over to a large tank where it was dumped. The tank filtered out the contaminates leaving good H2O for drinking and cooking. At the end of the day, I left and walked back into what was the center of town. What happened to the planet was that aliens had landed years before and released animals that had come from their world. I don’t recall why they had done this or if any of us actually knew.

In the dream, I never actually saw the animals or the aliens. However, we erected a large wall around the city to keep the animals out. I knew they were enormous and took in unbelievable amounts of water, both fresh and salt, draining the earth. They were also omnivores and had nearly consumed all the forests of the world. The earth animals other than man had long since perished.

The Sun was nearly down once I had made it to the center of town. Everyone was standing around, and a meeting was being held. Every so often, a name would be drawn in a lottery which had several significances. That person was evicted out of the city and into what was left of the wilderness. Because food was in such short demand, this kept the city’s population low and unfortunately fed the alien creatures on the outside, so they would not force their way inside.

This evening my name had been drawn, and I was immediately grabbed by members of the community and ushered to the gates of the city. I was violently shoved out the gates and thrown to the ground. By the time I jumped up and turned, the gates had been closed and locked. There was a small forest that surrounded the city and desert that surrounded the forest. The creatures that I was being fed to slept at night so my only hope was to make it through the forest and out into the desert before the daytime. Of course, I knew that if I did not get eaten the desert would eventually be my demise.

I began a slow jog and because of the moonlit night, I found a trail that ran through the woods. The moon lit up the path, but the woods on each side were a wall of blackness. I ran as hard as I could but as quietly as possible so as not to disturb any of the creatures. As the sun rose the next day, I found that I ‘d run several miles out into the desert. A few miles ahead were some low hills which I raced for; by midday I made it to the hills and began climbing.

My body was sticky from sweat, and I felt the dust and dirt in the creases of my skin. My climb was pretty sheer and took time. At one point, I heard a roar directly behind and below me. I turned and saw that a long extinct Tyrannosaurus was at the foot of the hill trying to get at me. Thankfully, I was well above his reach as he clawed at the side of the hill, snapping his great jaws in hopes of reaching me.

I was astonished that something like this existed. Although I had never seen a real-life Tyrannosaurus, I had seen their skeletal remains in museums and this one was no ordinary dinosaur, much larger than a Tyrannosaurus. I could not understand where it could have come from. Even with its great size, it was only one and would make a fine meal if several of the alien animals attacked it at once.

I then noticed hinges on each side of its jaw and its eyes seem to be made of glass. The more I inspected the Tyrannosaurus, the better the details, and I saw its limbs seemed to have been snapped into place. My mind raced—this was not a living creature but a giant replica like toy or robot. It continued to roar and clawed into the dirt of the hill. I figured my best bet was to continue climbing in case it drew the attention of the alien creatures.

I made it to a ledge and sat down to rest. While there I took a look at the expanse before me, from the forest to the city I had been expelled from. To the left of the city, I saw the cranes dropping their bags over the side of the trench into the muddy waters. I stood up and turned around, seeing the mouth of a cave; I walked slowly inside. Inside the mouth of the cave the floor was covered in toys, not just any toys, but only dolls and animals, thousands of them scattered about and piled on top of each other. I even noticed dinosaur toys, which included the version of the Tyrannosaurus that had approached me; happily this one was small enough to fit in your hand and lay unmoving like toys should.

Hi.” A small voice startled me. I looked up further into the cave and saw a small girl of about 10 to 12 years of age.

Hello,” I said, “are these your toys?”

Yes. I am going to bring them to life and have them kill all the alien creatures.”

I thought about the enormous toy Tyrannosaurus.

Did you make the dinosaur down at the bottom of the hill?” I asked her.

Yes, I made others but the alien creatures destroyed them because of their numbers. These I will make as big as the alien creatures and have them all attack at the same time.”

Still standing at the very back of the cave, she began waving her hands, as though she was swooshing something outside. I watched as hundreds of toys closest to the cave opening began to twitch and move. Dolls began to sit up and look around while the animal toys bolted up on all fours. As if they had suddenly become aware, they began their march outward. As the toys exited, their sizes began to grow 10 to 15 feet tall as they reached the edge of the ledge where they dropped over the side.

The dolls and toy animals did not have a chance to fall, for as soon as they stepped over the edge, they grew to enormous heights. They began to march toward the forest, every toy animal imaginable was in the mix, including dolls of all types: Barbie’s, Raggedy Ann’s, toy soldiers and every other doll I had ever seen.

Exiting the cave, the other toys came to life in sequence. So many covered the floor, after it seemed hundreds or even thousands had left, not a dent had been made in the number that remained, waiting their turn. Outside in the desert, there were so many and so packed due to their great size, they covered the land. I stood there and watched, between the toys coming to life and the ones that had already made it to the edge of the forest, and woke up soon after.

Tiffany’s Loft

Sunday, June 13, 2010, this was the first day of and posting to; “expandurmind.com.” It started as a simple blog, a sharing of my dream journal. I never would have guessed at the time how quickly it was going to grow.

In the past four years, I watched with joy as my numbers grew from single digits each week to hundreds until I had built an audience of over 20,000 followers. Because I did not want my audience to be bothered with ads, sign in pages, passwords and other jumping through hoops, I used the best on-line services for their comfort. Of course with great services, comes great cost. I tried several avenues to create some income to help support these sites and background software; however, none ever panned out.

I also made a lot of changes to my format due to growth and technology. Now it’s time for another change. I have a need to continue sharing my worlds with you, that will not change; so, sometime after the first of the year I will be publishing in a new format, e-books. This, hopefully, not only helps me recoup money for cost, but I will be able to publish dreams that were not suited on my sites for an open audience. I hope you will support me.

Wednesday, December 21, 2012; Unconscious dreaming
Our home has a couple of crawl spaces on the top floor we use as storage. In this dream, I was cleaning out some clutter in one of those spaces when I came upon a small door. It looked like any door that might lead to a room of the house but small enough that I had to stay down on all fours. I opened the door and stuck my head in, expecting to find another crawl space. What I found was a very large room. I crawled inside and stood. I realized this was an attic that we had never known was there. It was as wide and long as the first floor of our home, including the high ceilings.

To the right of where I was standing were three small windows set in the wall facing out to the front of the house. I wondered how I had never noticed them from the outside or that the house was taller than I had thought. As I stood where I had first entered, I could nearly see the entire place. The attic looked to have been under construction at one time, changing it over to an apartment. Framed walls were put up separating the area into 3 or 4 sections.

There was a couch next to my left and a bed across the way into another room. There seemed to be three walls separating the rooms, but they had never been finished so that only the frame of two-by-fours made them up. Two of the windows running along the front wall were in what looked to be the living room, while the third was at the far end over a sink in a small kitchen.

As I stood there my wife called for me through the door of the crawl space in the main house. I shouted back asking her to come to where I was. Moments later her head poked through the small door and she came and stood next to me.

“What is this?” she asked.

“I don’t think it’s an attic,” I said, “It’s much too large. I believe that the house was originally a duplex. Seems it has been closed up for a long time,” I explained.

“Why didn’t the previous owner tell us about it?” she asked.

“My guess is he did not know it was here. The place looks like it was lived in while being built. For some reason it was closed up. Maybe it was a place for the first owner and they never said anything.”

“How long have you been here?” she asked.

“Just a couple of minutes before you. You want to check it out?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

We took a slow walk through the place. The first spot we headed to was the far wall where the sink was. The kitchen boundary was marked out with lines someone had placed. These lines were going to be the walls which had never been started.The couch was on the left next to one of the unfinished walls and faced two of the windows. From where we stood, there was a small room that looked as though it was going to be the kitchen. The only thing there was a large sink under one of the windows. Several feet to the left was another unfinished wall and to the left of it a fully made bed. The sink which was a deep basin with a long faucet hanging above had water dripping out.

“So this is why our water bill has always been so high,” my wife said. “This water has been running for decades.”

I reached over and turned the handle and the water stopped.

“I can not believe someone would have turned the water on and just walked away,” she added.

“I can’t imagine the thousands of gallons that have gone to waste,” I said.

We left the small kitchen and made our way to the bedroom where the bed was. The bed was hand- made of wrought-iron, very beautiful with thick bedding of quilts and large pillows, also hand-made. The bed appeared to have been made yesterday as it been locked up and dust free for so many years. I pushed down on it, feeling just how soft it was.

“Wow, we should come up here to sleep,” I told my wife. I patted the bed hard expecting some dust to float up, but none did. We left the bedroom and walked into the back of the attic. This part was more of a storage area, and a lot of items had been left behind by a previous owner. Along the same wall beside the bedroom, a lovely antique glass cabinet stood empty. The cabinet stood about 3 feet and less than two feet square. It had a single door and inside just one glass shelf in the middle. I thought it would make a great place to put some of my finer star-ships.

Along the opposite walls were many boxes that my wife was inspecting when she called me over. Next to the boxes were two lamps each with a base, at least a foot and a half in diameter and holding a slim iron post of about six feet. On the top of those posts were the most beautiful lamp shades I’d ever laid eyes on. The shades were about a foot in length, 6 inches in diameter at the top and spread out close to 10 inches at the bottom. However, what made them so spectacular was the Tiffany glass embedded in the outlines of copper. The glass was made up of checkerboard squares, each about 1 inch in diameter and in every color imaginable. Inside each of the shades was an old-fashioned clear light bulb and by the looks of it, the bulbs possibly still worked.

Even with very little light coming in through the windows a small silhouette of colors could be seen glowing against the wall next to the lamps. I slowly circled around one of the lamps. Taking in each one of the beautiful colored squares, no two of the same color. Mesmerized by the intense beauty of the shade, I paid no attention to my movements until I felt a bump against my back. I knew instantly what I had done. I swung around to see the other lamp falling away from me. I quickly swung out to grasp the post of the lamp only to miss it within a hair’s breadth as it continued to fall further from me.

Although the scene was not in slow motion, my mind flashed through the thoughts of the destruction that was coming, something so beautiful, lasting for decades destroyed by my carelessness. My wife and I watched breathlessly as the lamp closed the space with the hardwood floor. The closer it came to the floor the higher my stomach rose into my throat.

There was the loud, “THWAK” as the lamp came to an abrupt stop on the floor, the shade catching the full blow. The noise and impact made my body jump, and even though it was not a lucid dream, I’ve always been surprised it did not jolt me awake. There was a tap as the lamp actually made a small bounce reeling back from the impact. The lamp rolled back and forth a couple of inches and came to rest.

Possibly because of the thickness of the glass and the quality that was put into such beauty in the days of old, the lamp lay there completely and beautifully intact. My stomach dropped into place, and I let out a hard breath of air, not realizing I had been holding my breath. I placed my hands over my face and shook my head, relieved. I took a deep breath, exhaling then opened my eyes to find myself in bed, awakened from the dream.

It’s all about Balance.

Although this is a short dream, the total breakdown and meanings were over two pages long. Simply put, the dream signifies balance and how I am nowhere near it in my life at present. I have too much work, not enough time, leisure and relaxation, which is not what I want but what I have to settle for. This dream reveals transformations of who I am and who I want to be. It’s all about balance.
The crane in the dream is a symbol of my occupation and bringing my work home; also, any lift a crane makes has to be balanced. My world is being made up of dualities and opposites, as in light and dark, heaven and hell, yin and yang, etc. Right now, it all seems to be broken.

Sunday, October 19, 2014; Unconscious dreaming

I was in my living room doing some writing when a noise came from outside the west window. After some time, the window began to rattle from the commotion of something getting closer. I laid down my writing material and walked to window and looked out. A large crawler crane, specifically a Manitowoc (a brand of crane) was moving from my backyard to the front. A crew of four men surrounded the crane as it traveled, two from behind and two up front holding onto tag-lines that were fastened to the crane’s load.

On the end of the hook, the crane carried two cylinders about 40 feet long and 10 feet in diameter. As the crane slowly traveled past my window, I noticed that the upper body of the crane was broken away from the car body. How the entire structure did not topple over and come crashing to the ground I could not understand. My gaze followed the crane and crew as they made their way to the front of my house. I left the living room and proceeded out through the front door to see where it was headed.

An area in the middle of the yard had been marked off, obviously the resting place for the crane and its load. I stepped onto the porch and wandered over to the area to watch the progress. Just as the crane was entering the area, I happened to notice a mother rabbit giving birth to the last of four kits. Fearing they would be crushed, I rushed over and scooped up the four kits still wet and bloody. To my surprise, they transformed into newly born kittens; they had to be moved. I rushed over to some out-of-the-way hedges and placed them deep inside the foliage. As I released them, they transformed back into kits.

I looked over to where the mother had been giving birth to them and saw she also had transformed into a cat. She was eager to get to her babies, but I stood in the way. I stepped back several feet giving her room. She quickly dashed in the direction in which I had laid the babies. On the last few feet, she leapt into the air transforming back into a rabbit. She landed on the edge of the bush and quickly darted underneath to her kits. I turned back to the work in progress and noticed that the crane was in place, the load landed and secured, and all the crew had gone.

Sunset

To see dark or stormy clouds in your dream symbolize depression or anger. It indicates an impending eruption of emotions. Alternatively, it represents a lack of wisdom or confusion in some situation. Thus, the dream may be a metaphor for your “clouded” way of thinking.”- dreammoods.com

That definition perhaps covers the makeup of the dream and what it’s telling me. I’m pretty much depressed and angered over what’s going on with my blog. My posts have been erratic due to one thing or another; however, the end of the dream has shown me a way. It took me days to decipher the dream, although right now is not the time to break down the full meaning in this post.


Thursday, September 4, 2014; Unconscious dreaming
I was driving up a steep black top grade just after sunset. At the crest, the road made a hard left into an empty parking lot. The parking lot looked new; a recent rain had left its deep blackness polished in a thin sheen. The parking lot was large, and every five spaces were separated by an oval median. In the center of the median grew a small red oak tree. I pulled into a center spot that overlooked a city. The lot was at a higher elevation than the surrounding city, which stretched miles into the horizon. The most astonishing thing was a cloud growing over the city.

The cloud already covered nearly three-quarters of the sky. It rose out of the west like an ash plume from a volcano but held the billowy cumulonimbus shape. The base of the cloud ran along the horizon and widened as it got higher. The edges slowly rolled out along the upper atmosphere while long wispy-bluish horsetail clouds streamed ahead. As the sun dropped behind the horizon, its light set the cloud ablaze in fluorescent reds and deep dark oranges, which moved and changed as the cloud grew. Even the inner areas of darkness had a faint glow.

The open sky on three sides bordering between the black night and deep blue of the dusk, allowed 13 bright stars to twinkle down. From behind me, overhead flew an airliner climbing into the air, its direction taking it toward the cloud. The wing tips of the airliner were turned upward and rose high above the fuselage. The tips of the wings and its tail came into contact with the edge of the cloud. Golden sparks flew out from the tips of each, lighting off something in the clouds make up. This did not affect the plane as it rose higher, leaving trenches dug into the cloud. The plane came to the main body of the cloud and seemed to punch though, leaving an imprint of its shape.


Just before the cloud’s edges reached the stars, its growth stopped and almost immediately it began to roll back. The horsetail streamers evaporated, and the main body began to decrease in size in the direction of the already set sun. As it shrank, its billowy shape wrinkled like a deflating balloon. Collapsing in on itself, the last rays of the fading sunlight were released across the sky. As it got down to covering just a quarter of the sky, hard edges from the horizon up, appeared to take shape. The forming edges fanned out, becoming rough looking petals.

The rich fluorescent colors of red and orange stayed upon its surface but now held a painted look. The thin edges of the petal shapes spread vertically miles high, and the cloud took on a solid shape. The last of the sun’s rays caught the edges, bringing them alive with sparkles of sunlight throwing off multiple colors. The shape was now a familiar one, that of a fan coral found in oceans. Although I could not see the backside, I could image the light display being cast upward due to the rays shining into the heavens. Soon all the light faded and nothing more of the cloud, turned a fan-coral, could be seen but its silhouette. The same thirteen stars remained, and that was the last I recall.

 

Make that two tickets to Mars

If you have been a follower of my blog for a length of time, you may have noticed I have mother issues. It may sound disrespectful but the day she walked out on our family she did us all a favor. Some years later my father remarried a wonderful woman who adopted his children and loves us all unconditionally. As for my birth mother, I tried for years to be part of her life; nevertheless, it had to be on her terms. I could not lower myself to those terms so I broke the connection just over 16 years ago. I did feel guilty for a few years; however, while I was fighting thyroid disease, she sent me a message hoping I would meet my demise. I no longer feel guilty.

Saturday, June 7, 2014; (Unconscious dreaming)

In this dream my father and I were living in the same home. I was awakened in my bed by the opening of my bedroom door. It was morning, and I looked over to see who was coming into my room. My birth mother whom I had not seen in years came in. With her were two of my granddaughters, five and seven. In reality, my birth mother has never known these two.

“What are you doing here? And what are you doing with my granddaughters?” I asked.

“I picked them up to spend sometime with them and thought I would drop by,” she answered.

She approached my bed and told the girls to get over in the bed on my right side. My birth mother then, staying dressed, got in the bed to my left.

“What are you doing?” I raised my voice in protest.

“We have been on the road all night and need a nap,” she said.

“Not in my bed, especially when I’m still in it.”

“Well it’s the only one available other than in your father’s room, and I’m not sleeping with him.”

I threw off the blankets and climbed out from the foot of the bed. I was in my underwear and quickly pulled on my clothes.

“If you and the girls need a nap fine but not with me. You shouldn’t even be here. This is my father’s home and when he finds out you’re here; he’s going to explode,” I informed her.

“Well you and your father are going to have to get used to it because I’m moving in,” she told me.

I laughed. “He’s going to toss you out as soon as he finds you’re here.”

“No he’s not. I’m here to help take care of him. You can’t do it alone.”

“Take care of him? There’s nothing wrong with my father. No one needs to take care of him,” I said.

“Your father is demented. You can’t expect to take care of him yourself.”

I grew angry at her accusations and stormed out of my room. I went in search of my father. He and my birth mother, his ex, did not get along. My father, a calm and laid-back gentleman would pop a gasket once he found out my birth mother was not only here but planning on moving in. I heard him in his room and, getting to the door, I could tell he was arguing with someone.

I stepped inside to find him dressed and an open suit case on his bed. He had the phone tucked between his neck and shoulder while he was packing.

“You people are idiots!” he yelled at whoever was on the other end. He took the phone and began dialing. I was taken back because my father does not talk to people like that. His demeanor here was short-tempered and sarcastic.

“Dad, what’s going on?” I asked.

“I’m trying to go on a trip but everyone I talk to from airlines to bus stations refuses to sell me a ticket.” He continued packing with one hand while dialing another number.

“Where are you trying to go?” I asked.

“Mars. I’m taking a trip to Mars,” he informed me. The thought of most people would be he had meant the planet; however, I knew my father.

“Oh, you’re going to Mars, Pennsylvania?”

He briefly stopped his packing and gave me a look that was both irritated at the question and fed up with whatever answer he was about to give.

“No! Don’t be so stupid. I’m going to Mars, the planet.”

I let out a small chuckle only to get an icy cold stare from him.

About that time someone on the other end of the phone must have answered.

“Yes, I’m in need of a round trip ticket to Mars.”

The person on the other end obviously asked what everyone else thought. My fathers face turned red.

No!” he screamed into the phone, “Do these places hire nothing but idiots?” and threw the phone onto the bed. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled off a phone book. As he began flipping through the pages, I took the time to slip out the room.

I went back down the hall to my room. When I stepped in, my granddaughters were asleep. My mother was standing and in the process of undressing.

“Look,” I said, “this is crazy. You’re not staying here and don’t undress in my room.”

“This is our room now,” she spoke, “you’re going to have to share it with me.”

My father and I aren’t sharing anything with you. Get dressed and get out of the house,” I demanded.

I stepped back into the hallway, slamming the door closed which awoke me.

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Cougars vs Lions

I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.” -C. G. Jung

In 1980, I lived in Summerville, SC. A friend and I had rented a townhouse together. At the time, I had a baby blue 73′ Cougar. Bobby, roommate and friend, liked it so much that he came across a brown one of the same year and purchased it. On one particular night, Bobby took his girlfriend out for her birthday to some fancy restaurant. Bobby did two things wrong that day. 1, He told me what restaurant he was going to and 2, I knew where his extra keys were kept for his car.

That evening my girlfriend at the time and I, went out to McDonald’s. We both made sure to order a lot, and then we ate in the car. After leaving McDonald’s, I drove over to the restaurant where Bobby and his girlfriend were dining. I took Bobby’s extra keys and moved his car to another space nearby. Since Bobby had backed his car in, I pulled it in. I then took all the McDonald’s trash out of my car and placed throughout Bobby’s.

That evening when Bobby got home, he banged on my bedroom door. He had to tell me of the incident that evening. Not only had someone somehow, stolen his car, but they only used it to go to McDonald’s and back. In 1982, Bobby had to move away. I never heard from him but, to this day, he has had a really great story to tell.

Other than the car and Bobby, the following dream has nothing to do with that tale. I just wanted to put it out there in case some day you come across my site, Bobby.

1981 (Unconscious dreaming)

Bobby and I had our 73′ Cougars behind a grocery store after closing. We had gone there to use some facilities the store had to wash our cars. Bobby finished before me and left. I finished sometime later and cleaned up my mess making sure to roll up the water hose. I got in and fired up the engine. Pulling out from the back, I drove around to the front by the right side of the store. As I entered the parking, something caught my eyes over to the left of me.

It was dark but for a few streetlights so at first I thought a truck was speeding my way. As the object passed by under one of the streetlights, I saw it was no truck but an enormous female lion. She headed directly for me. In reality and the dream, my cougar had a big block 429 police interceptor engine. I slammed the accelerator to the floor, and my car leaped ahead.

The lion’s speed was just fast enough to slowly gain on me. However, distance was in my favor. Moments later I came to the end of the parking lot. I had to make a hard turn to the left onto the main road. This briefly slowed me and also allowed the lion to cut across the parking lot to me. Once on the road I punched the accelerator, but the lion was on top of me.

She slammed her head against the left side of my car causing me to veer off the road. I swerved back on, keeping the pedal down. Even at my high speed she kept up. This time she opened her mouth showing teeth about a foot long. The car jerked as she sank her teeth into the rear. I snatched the car to the right and back to the left making her release it. I watched in my rear-view mirror as her front legs went down, and her hind legs came up.

I thought she had stumbled, but then she made an incredible leap. I saw her disappear from my mirror as she bounded over the car. I was expecting to her come over the hood but instead, I felt the impact of her large body slamming down on top. It sounded as if the car had exploded from her weight, and I jerked awake.

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Homeless

I stay pretty much a positive person, doing my best to look on the bright side of things. No matter how bad life can get, I’m sure there is someone near by who would gratefully trade places with me—whatever the situation is, it could always be worse. There are dreams that deeply depress me after I am awake, usually they are of other realities in which my life could have been totally different. I can usually deal with them, unless they involve my children or grandchildren.

These dreams I just would like to forget about because I know in all the realities out there, this may be another scenario I am living through. One thing to make clear, my father in this dream is not the father in my life here. I am blessed with a very loving father.

 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014, (an unconscious dream)

I had a very depressing dream to the point of wanting to forget it rather than write it down. I had my three children; Jonathan, Daniel and Marie who were 5, 4 and 3. We were homeless and living on the street. I had looked for work but there was none. In the dream, I arrived at my father’s apartment with my children. He answered the door and when he saw us, an irritated look appeared on his face. I explained my dilemma saying I had hoped we could stay with him until I had gotten work and a place to live. Since it was so late he allowed us to spend the night in his apartment. He made it clear that we had to be out by the time he got up in the morning and if anyone awoke him, we had to leave right then.

He did share his food that evening and went to bed after informing me we were not to awaken him. He closed the door to his room, which seemed to be made of thick steel. Because the apartment was only a one bedroom, I made beds on the living room floor, while Jonathan my oldest, helped his brother and sister get comfortable. The following morning I had to wake up the kids and leave. They were hungry, but I had been afraid my father would have awakened so we had to leave hungry.

We walked for some time, with my children upset because they were still tired and in need of a meal. As we passed a motel, an idea came to me. I took the kids behind the motel and came in through the rear door of the lobby. The motel had a free continental breakfast for its guests. Coming through the rear lobby door made it look as though we had stayed the night. We did not have any baths in sometime. What hurt me most was seeing my daughter filthy. Her long hair not brushed in sometime and her clothes were hand-me-downs from her brothers.

We all ate until full, and I had the kids stuff their pockets with what they could. This would provide some food for later. On the way out of the motel Daniel, my middle child, asked me if he could have a bath. It was heart breaking, but I had to explain we had nowhere to bathe. He asked if we could go back to his grandfather’s and use his shower. I knew what my father’s answer was going to be, but I had to ask for my children.We walked back to my father’s apartment, hoping he would at least allow us the use of his bathroom. I knocked lightly on the front door, but he never came. I tried the doorknob and found the door to be unlocked. I stepped inside and looked around. I had the kids come just inside the door and told them to be quiet. I tiptoed down the hall to his bedroom. The thick steel door was closed and locked, meaning he was in there but asleep. I would not even dare to awaken him knowing the results if I did. Our best bet was to come back in the morning when he was up.

I had to tell my children we would have to wait. Outside was dark, and I had to find a place for us to sleep. Marie held up her arms for me to carry her. I picked her up, and we left the apartment. Jonathan took Daniel’s hand, and they walked alongside me. Marie quickly fell asleep in my arms. I recalled a large stroller nearby someone had thrown out. If it was still there perhaps I could use it to put Marie in as a bed, but because it was late and dark by then the children were too tired to walk anymore.

Across the street from my father’s, apartment was a park. I led the boys into the thick grass and lay down. I kept Marie on my chest and had Jonathan and Daniel lie on each side of me. This way, they could use my shoulders as pillows. I wrapped my arms around them, and we all went to sleep in the grass. When I awoke, I was back here in my bed.

 

The Crossing

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Friday, June 6, 2014; (an unconscious dream)
It was some time after midnight and I was in my car. I was on my way to some appointment and seemed to be running a bit behind. I knew of a short cut, a road rarely used from the main road I was on through a small neighborhood. I took a right off the road onto the shortcut. The shortcut was an abandoned road that had become narrow due to the overgrowth of a field on both sides. The road was rough and cracked, keeping me around 25 mph.

Something several yards away dashed out from the left of the tall grass and into the right side of the field. The movement had been too fast and sudden to see what it might have been but it was a light brown or tan and about the size of a dog. I turned on my high beams which lit up the field on both sides and the back of homes some distance away at the end of the road.

The field on both sides grew from about two feet high along the edge to nearly six feet about ten feet away from the road. I began to get sleepy and pushed the car up to 30 mph. Something bolted out from the left of the high grass just in front of my car. I hit the brakes coming to an immediate stop. Whatever the animal had been, it had completed its crossing quick and unharmed. All I had seen of it was a tan pelt the size of a fox, not that it had been one. I continued on, bringing my speed back up to 25 mph.

Far ahead, another animal rushed across from the left over to the right and disappeared into the grass. It had been too far away and fast to get a look at what it may have been but it was large like a deer. It also had the same tan color as the last two. The homes I had first seen, seemed no closer than before. I moved my speed back up to 30 mph.

After only seconds at that speed, my instincts caused my foot to hit the brake as another animal cut across close in front of me. This one had been the smallest but as the others, had the same tan color. I proceeded on, slowly regaining my 25 mph speed. Just within my sight up ahead something the size of a buck bounded over the road in two strides from the left. It landed in the right side of the field.

As I had done with all the encounters, I glanced over to the right where they had gone. I never saw any of them. Strangely no two had been the same size or shape but all had been the same light tan color and I had gotten no good look at any of them. The homes I was going toward were getting no closer. It soon became apparent that when I got up to 30 mph, the creatures would wait and race out in front of me. Below that speed, they would cross far ahead just within my headlights but not close enough to tell what they were.

As I drove I held the car to 25 and continued to glance over to the right side of the road. The tall grass was the same shade of tan as were the animals that had been crossing. I began to see forms moving within the grass and slowed. As I slowed the animals either moved deeper into the grass or sank down. The homes at the end had been in my sights for many minutes but still I was no closer— like a mirage they stayed at the same distance all the time. Sleep began to overwhelm me and I found it harder to stay on the narrow road. No longer able to drive safely, I came to a stop. My thought was to shut the car off and sleep until morning. I had hoped when the sun came up I would be able to get to the end of the road.

I worried that another car might come up behind me and run into the back of me. I eased the car over to the right. I drove slowly as the front of my car had to push the high grass down. Completely off the road, the right side, front and rear of my car were buried against the grass. If anyone did come along, they would not see me until they were right beside me.

I turned the car off which cut the lights as well. I dropped my seat back to sleep. Although there were no lights out I could just make out the tops of the grass surrounding me. Forms began to move through the grass coming up to the car. They moved around and against the car, I reached to turn on the lights but the forms rushed away. I turned on the lights, seeing nothing but the road to my left and the grass around me.

Then strange creatures moved deep within the grass, so camouflaged that it was hard to see them once they stood still. The grass seemed to become thick with the creatures and I began to get nervous. I started the car and eased back out on the road. Picking up speed again, the animals also continued crossing the road once more, still too faraway to make out. My eyes remained heavy and a few times I nodded off. On one of my nods, I jerked my head back up only to find myself in my bed awake.