Strange Nightmare

My stomach was really upset last night and for me this often leads to nightmares and last night was no exception.

I was on a farm and on that farm I had some sort of work shop, like a place to repair mechanical devices.

The farmer had this dog and for some reason he wanted to kill it. But rather than a quick death he gave it something that made it kind of bubble and dissolve like acid eating it's body. It was really gross. Made me feel sick that this animal had to suffer that way and I didn't know why the farmer was so sadistic.

Dream

Had a strange dream this morning which I am not sure how to interpret so I'll kick it out here for your amusement.

I was walking at night with my wife and some friends up a two-line highway that was somewhere rural, something like the highway that goes between Redmond and Falls City.

I was carrying a strange LED flashlight. Instead of having white LED's in a circular configuration, it had a red, green, blue, and yellow LED in a linear fashion.

Out in this rural area there were no street light. These four LEDs cast a pretty good swath of light but even though the head of this unit was only a couple of inches wide, the light shown on the ground was covered a swath about eight feet wide with each color occupying a portion of that.

There was low cloud cover overhead and I decided to point the LED flashlight overhead at the clouds and it was bright enough to see the colors reflect off the clouds. One of my friends then ask me if they were LEDs or laser diodes in that flashlight. I told them I really didn't know.

Then a police car drove by and stopped and rolled down the window and asked me what I was doing and I told him other than playing with the flashlight, nothing, and he left. I was woken up at that point.

So I don't know what it means. I don't think it is in any way prophetic, just strange.

Dreams

I haven't had any dreams that have any obvious predictive or prophetic elements recently. My father would probably say, "Good the meds are working.", but for me this is not good because many of the ideas that went into my business early on came from exactly these kind of dreams.

Format Change

I have increased the width to 1000 pixels to accommodate at least VGA sized photographs in the main portion and to make better use of screen real estate. Few PC's have less than 1024 x 768 resolution these days.

Old Geezer Who Builds Airplanes

I dreamt that I was introduced to this real old geezer who built his own airplane. I was vaguely considering doing the same in this dream and so someone thought I should meet him, claimed he was the expert. Apparently, this plane that he had built was a real high performance plane but somewhat unconventional using advanced materials in it's construction.

When I talked to him he was extremely enthusiastic about it but one thing that puzzled me was that he wore these giant goggles while flying which seemed very odd because it was not an open cockpit design.

April 16, 1957

While lying in bed, in that state between dreaming and full wakefulness, I had this little flash in which I was talking to a group of people. I don't know who all was among the group but I had a feeling my wife was part of it.

I was saying, "I said we would all die on April 16, 1957, and we did. Now we are all here again." There was no visual at all with this, I didn't see who I was talking to or where we were together again or how we got there.

I've not had either a strong belief in reincarnation nor disbelief. In my early teenage years I did have what felt like a memory of a dash of a car in which I thought I had previously died. I tried to find a car wish a dash like that, but never did succeed.

If I have been around before I don't think many times. I've always felt green, not good at relating to people or living wisely, impatient, anxious, not content.

Last Nights Dreams

I've recently methylphenidate, generic of Ritalin, for six days now for ADD symptoms and although it's supposed to be a stimulant for me the effect was paradoxically the opposite. For the first few days it seemed fairly heavily sedating, then by last Saturday not so heavy then Sunday and Monday were good productive days.

Yesterday I got quite a lot accomplished but when I went to sleep I woke up about three hours into it out of a nightmare, I don't remember now what it was but something large and hungry had intended me for dinner.

About an hour and a half later I woke up again, this time in the dream I had dropped something heavy on my right foot and it hurt like hell. I woke up and my right foot was still hurting like hell.

Several years ago I injured my right foot when swimming (kicked the steps in the pool while launching off to go under the lane divider) and ever since then a muscle in that foot occasionally spasms and when it does it is very painful.

In a dream just before I woke up this morning, a very elderly man had given us a cat in my last dream. The cat was an orange tabby that very much resembled my daughters cat except it did not have the black marking her cat has. It also did not have the personality her cat had, instead it was like our first cat Fred that died some years ago, very friendly and intelligent.

Fred was unlike any other cat I've ever had or known. He was a black long haired mix of some sort, very friendly. Unlike most cats he would usually come when called. He seemed almost human in many ways, very intelligence and you could tell he knew it. Loved to ambush the neighbors cats and run up and knock them on their side.

Anyway Fred's been gone for many years and I miss him and I doubt we'll ever see a cat like him again because I think he was one of a kind, but in this dream this cat had a personality like his.

Also in the dream for some reason we had a ceiling fan in our bedroom and somehow a bird got into the house and perched itself upon one of the blades of the fan and this cat was down below trying to figure out how to get to the bird.

Changing Past or Rotting Brain...

This really isn't a dream or a vision per se but it's also not ordinary waking reality and it's strange and "dream like".

People I thought were dead keep turning up alive, not anyone I know personally but well known people.

The first incident I can recall is shared by my wife and I. Towards the end of the 1980's, just prior to Nelson Mandelas release from jail, for some reason both of us believed he had died in jail. My wife even thought she had watched his funeral on CNN, and yet, he was released alive.

After Gilda Radner died of cancer, I heard about Gene Wilder's stomach cancer, and for some reason I believed later that he had lost his battle to stomach cancer and died as well. Indeed it seemed like I saw nothing new from him for years, but then he turns up, to my surprise, alive.

More recently Peter O'Toole, another individual I had thought died a decade ago turns up still alive and still making films. It seems odd that I hadn't seen him in anything recent for a long time and yet looking on the net I find he has been quite active.

Am I sliding between parallel universes or is my memory just faulty? Occam's razor favors the latter explanation. I'd prefer to believe the former.

Perhaps I can slide into a parallel universe where my dead friends are still alive. I do miss my dead friends.

Perhaps I can slide into a parallel universe where I made better choices along the road of life. I can think of a few crucial things that would have changed my life entirely, I like to think for the better, but in truth without having traveled that path I can't know.

Perhaps I can slide into a parallel universe where people close to me had made different, perhaps better decisions, I could have grown up in a full family, known my biological brothers and parents.

In 5th grade, there was a girl that sat down next to me on a school bus during a field trip, and I moved away. Prior to that she had always been very friendly to me, after that she wouldn't talk to me. I did have strong feelings for her. I often wonder how different life may have turned out had I not moved away. Perhaps in a parallel universe.

On the other hand, if the explanation favored by Occam's razor is correct, perhaps reality shall become so irrelevant to my life that it no longer matters at all.

Shooting the Ditsy Blond Reporter

I had a dream that I worked for a television news department. There was a ditsy blond reporter there that wanted to do a live demonstration of a new device. This device prevented the life force from leaving ones body no matter what. No matter how bad the injury, with this device you would remain alive and your body would heal.

She wanted to demonstrate this device live on television by having me shoot her five times on national television. I obliged but didn't feel good about it. The device kept you from dying and made you recover from the injuries but it didn't stop the pain and injuries from happening.

Dentist Dream

I had two dreams that both seemed to deal with conscious in some way. One of them involved needing dental work. This is odd because I have good teeth that the only work I've had to have done was a cap when I broke one chomping down in a child's tooth that that had been embedded in a piece of candy, and I had to have a filling replaced.

The dental work that had to be done was going to be painful and involve going down to the jaw bone and initially I told the dentist that the only way I'd have it done is if they put me out entirely.

But then when it came time to do it I was afraid to be put under so I told the dentist I didn't want to, I was more afraid that I wouldn't wake up again than I was afraid of the pain.