Conference hydra::dejavu

    re: .0 (Frank)
    
    	   I've had a similar dream about tornadoes... a long time ago.
    	It was, without a doubt, the most vivid dream I have ever had.
    	I even remember looking up one of the funnels and feeling the
    	warmth of the air rushing up.
    
    	   I have no idea what the dream means, nor do I really care.
    	It was just a dream, albiet a very vivid one.  I have not 
    	dreamed of tornadoes since.  If that's significant, I can't
    	imagine how.
    
    	   Gosh, I'm just a wealth of useful information, aren't I...
    
    	- Greg

    RE:0
    
      I've had those dreams before.  I BELIEVE that, there's a choice
    that you have to make; it's a choice that's going to effect the
    rest of your life here on earth and eternity. My first question
    to you is: Are you a christian? or do you just attend church services?
    
    
    (Well what does that have to do with it?:-)  )
    
    
      The doorway you were standing under is, what you would call, the
    shelter that God had placed over you to protect you from the wrath
    to come (Tornados). YOU see and know what we are in, and what we
    are heading for; but, your trying to decide whether or not you want
    to commit your life to Christ or not ( Those are the cross roads
    that goes "UP" or DOWN"): maybe because there are so many people
    fussing about so many differant BELIEFS; not only that, maybe because
    of the way you see other people live, they SEEM to be , and are
    miserable, and you feel that you just don't want to give up your
    life for that.
    
    Comment? 
    
      Am I right or wrong :@)
    
    LORENZO
    

    re: .3 (Ray)
    
    	   From a psychological perspective, it sounds like a projection
    	of disillusionment with the church and/or God.  Understandable,
    	given the state the world is in.
    
    	   How do you deal with it?  I suppose that depends on whether
    	you WANT to be faithful to the religion or not.  If so, bolster
    	your image of Christ as powerful.  Visualize successful battles
    	with demons while awake... try painting them.  That helps solidify
    	the images.   I have often dreamt of the scenes I was painting,
    	and the dreams provided even more detail to paint.
    
    	   If, on the other hand, you wish to acknowledge your loss of
    	faith, then I suspect the dreams will stop by themselves as
    	you cease to expose yourself to the propaganda (church).
    
    	- Greg

    
    RE: nothing in particular, just babbling again.
    
    	"little slices of death" Cute title....have you considered writing
    lyrics for Heavy Metal bands? :-)
    
    	Dreams and dreaming for me have sort of changed quite a bit
    over time. I used to control my dreams at times to create what I
    wanted to happen to happen (in the dream) weather I wanted to talk
    to this person or visit some place ect. But now I find that it
    really isn't of any intrest for me to do this anymore...
    	When I controled my dream I lost the fun of being overwhelmed
    by the intensity of emotions and waking up in the "cold sweat" 
    or experiancing the emotional impact of what occured in the dreams.
    When it became a game or a toy to play with I became detached from
    the emotional aspect of it. What would really rot was that I would
    find myself in a really chaotic/scary situation, realize I was
    dreaming and then change/alter things to create an order or story
    plot. The effect I believe this held on my waking life was that
    I would rationalize or deal with emotions I was experiancing instead
    of just experiancing the emotion. 
    	I guess thats the problem I have with alot of the CYOR folks.
    That being that you dont experiance the thrills of being the creation
    if your the creator. You miss out on something.
    	I must confess that I still control my dreams every now and
    then and do a guest appearance on the old MISSION IMPOSSIBLE or
    replay or create a meeting with a friend, but the emotions experianced
    at those times are nowhere near what they are when I unleash my
    fears/"little slices of death" or my joys and humor. Why do we have
    to put law and order into everything before we can be comfortable?
                                                        
    Craig
    

    The actual title "Sleep those little slices of death" was originally
    penned by Edgar Allen Poe the rest of the phrase is "How I loth
    them"   
                                      Bill-

    re.6  Correct. Poe said it. The phrase befits his demeanor.
    
    re whichever note mentions some kind of religious conflict as the
    source of my dreams:
       I don't think so. I am a Christian (albeit not a very good one)
    but my beliefs and desires in that area are secure and well-
    defined. I have a tendency to believe, however, that they do reflect
    conflicts of a personal nature. Roiling tornadoes seem to be a
    pretty good indication of that. Don't know. Maybe a woman was messin'
    with my life at the time. Tornadoes can sometimes be a good metaphor
    for relationships too; especially in my life, it seems.
       And the dream about the mountain might, in fact, indicate that
    a decision should be made. Again, though, I don't think the decision
    involved a religious choice. Probably a woman again. Hmmm. Seems
    like there might be a consistent pattern here. I'll have to stew
    in my own juices about this one for awhile. Goin' away now. Bye.

RE: .3 (Ray)

    All three, to me, seem to have the same theme - slightly varied.
    In all cases I see it as an indicator that there is something
    within you (subconscious) that is trying, or needs to be released
    and dealt with.  In the first case it was 'locked' and boarded up
    within an old cabin.  Maybe something from the past??  In the other 
    two it came through a transformation.  Perhaps a transfromation in
    you needs to take place before you can face it.  Also, the religious 
    aspect may indicate that that avenue will not help you deal with the 
    problem.  

    In the last one, you try to escape it but arn't able to steer the car - 
    don't have control of the situation.  In the resturant, it occurs as 
    you head for the mens room.  Maybe this indicates; 1.) masculine energy 
    won't help or keep you from it, or 2.) your trying to escape/ignore the 
    problem and be alone and that won't work either.  

    Looks like you have to face up to something...

    Terry

    I too, dream of tornadoes all the time. I see them at a distance
    and they approach slowly. I'm never afraid but as you said, facinated.
    Extremely vivid!  I've always felt that these dreams were  due to
    the fact that my mother was in the Worcester Tornado a few years
    before I was born. Her car was actually sucked up in the funnel
    and moved 1/4 of a mile. Her  survival was a blessing, especially
    for me :) So, I've always attributed the dreams to some type of
    brand on my genes or something. 
    By the way, does anyone know if I would have been born if Mom hadn't
    made it? I know I'd be someone else in body but what about in spirit?
    Was this my one and only chance? 

       re.9  Don't know if this is the one and only life but I can
    pretty much guarantee that this is the only YOU.  If reincarnation
    is real I'd probably figure to liken it to the implosion and
    subsequent explosion of the universe.  All the same atoms are there
    but in entirely different forms and environments.  Even if it WAS
    the same "you" the person, having no recollection of previous life
    and having been reared in a totally different environment, would
    be qualitatively different than any previous manifestation.
    
    
    
       Either that or the little light goes blip forever.

    
    Re.5 (Craig)
    
    >Miss out on the thrill of the creation if you are the creator...
    
    That's why on the 7th day, the creator rested.
    
    Or at least that's what I believe.        
    
    Cindy

Ray, (this is a response to .3) 

There have been especially low moments in my life when
i seemed to be susceptible to 'fighting the demon' dreams.
One time in particular lasted a few months and my dreams
increased in intensity to the point that I was sitting up
and yelling in my sleep.  A frequent theme was fighting
the devil, and shouting "in the name of Jesus" seemed
to just barely squeak me out of trouble, almost as if
the "devil" was only letting me get by this time, but...
next time it might get me.  

During this period of intense dreams, I was involved with
a real crudball.  And now that I look back on it, he 
bedeviled me.  He psychologically tormented me, was a
real leach, and it was very hard getting away from him.

Shortly after making my break from this horrible
relationship, my horrible dreams ended.  Maybe there's
something going on in your life that is making you so
unhappy that it's showing up in rotten dreams.  

Karen

    
    Re.3/.13
    
    Ray,
    
    You might also be interested in reading "People Of The Lie - The
    Hope For Healing Human Evil", by M.Scott Peck.  If you're not familiar
    with psych terms, it might be best to read "The Road Less Traveled"
    by Peck first.  
    
    Cindy

    
    re.0 (Frank)
    
    There is definately a choice to be made in the mountain dream. 
    A choice between a lower material world, which could be connected
    with the sexual drives and a relationship, and the upper spiritual
    path or the attainment of some goal.  Also in the first dream houses
    and structures often represent the human psyche.  Your psyche was
    being assailed by many "whirlwinds" which could either be concerning
    somewhat flighty people or various problems welling up froml the
    subconscious which you are weathering well.
    
    re. all:
    
    Suggested reading:    Man_and_His_Symbols
                          Memories_Dreams_and_Reflections
    
                            Both by C.G.Jung
    
    Guy
    

      Here's a truly bizarre dream.  It recurred a few times, but hasn't
    been around for a while:
    
    
    	I wake up on a flat, black, glassy plain.  The sky is black
    	also.  I am naked.  There is a chilling wind.
    
    	A _heavy_ voice booms out "LET IT BEGIN!"
    
    	Across the plane a burst of light appears.  The light coalesces
    into a wolf.  The wolf runs toward me, growling, and leaps at me.
    I dodge it, grab a back leg, and dash it again and again against the 
    black glass until it dies- whereupon it disappears...
    
    Another burst of light.  A barbarian (Hun, I think), appears and
    charges me.  I reach- and find that my hand now holds a sword, and that
    I am wearing bronze-age armor.  After a difficult battle, I slay the
    barbarian, and he too vanishes without a trace... 
    
    The horizon flashes again, and a modern soldier charges toward me.  But
    my sword is now an M-16, and I am now wearing a flak jacket. After a
    brief firefight, the soldier dies and vaporizes... 
    
    	The dream continues like this for many more episodes- including
    such diverse scenarios as tanks, helicopters, wooden clubs, bare
    hands, and starship-troopers powered armor.  The dream itself contains
    an illusiory memory that it goes on for a very long time, many such
    gladitorial battles.  The battles are always very hard, but somehow
    I always win.
    
    Sometimes the opponent is human, sometimes it is recognizable, (real
    animals, fantasy creatures... ever fight an Alien? :-) ) and sometimes
    it is somthing of which I have no previous knowledge of (What looks
    like ten or so points of light, orbiting each other without discernable
    order, and shoots fireballs at you???  Sure beats me!)  
                                                                        
    Other "illusory memories" and observations inside the dream: 
    
    	Weapons change with each battle, sometimes better, sometimes worse. 
        
    	I am often wounded- but the wounds heal when the next opponent
    	materializes.
    
    	I'm not allowed to keep anything from one battle to the next...
    	not even exhaustion.  Every battle starts fresh.
    
    	Somehow I know that, in every case, I will have weapons such
    	that victory is will be barely possible.
                               
    	The hostiles are just that- hostile.  They aren't interested
    	in surrender or peaceful coexistence. 
    
    	I'm being tested... but I don't know what _for_.  The entire
    	process is being monitored closely... but I don't know who or
    	why.
    
    
    What could this battle dream mean?
    
    	-Bill
        

    
    RE: .16 (what does it mean?)
    
    	too much D&D!
    
    Craig ;-)

    "...He dreamed of Alexandria, of wicked Alexandria;...
                                                       
    Re: .12  Good point, Karen (one I was going to make).  I've noticed
    most of you begin dream interpretations with the spiritual or
    metaphysical.  I'd recommend you first evaluate what your stress
    level has been lately.  As with "Buns" his nightmares (preferable
    to daymares) ceased after changing his quarters, i.e., his cause
    of stress.   Nightmares can also be caused by metabolic changes.
    Also eating habits.  (When I was a kid I used to dream most of the 
    nights I'd snack on cereal prior to bed.  Since they were mostly
    fun dreams I developed the habit of snacking at night.  A tough
    habit to break; believe it.)
    
    I've also noticed the first thing a few of you do is immediately
    invoke a deity.  If its just a dream, your deity may not like all
    those false alarms.  :-)
    
    Another thing I've noticed is I sometimes dream about subjects
    talked about prior to bed; its fresh on my mind and its the first
    handy thought my sub. latches onto.  (Dreams can be exciting with
    a little pre-planning.  Wink-wink, nudge-nudge.)
                                                    
    						Don