the shadow men...

men

are the

dreams

of a

shadow

our present - our dream...

It is by 

no means 

an irrational fancy

that, in a 

future existence, 

we shall

look upon 

what we think 

our 

present

existence, 

as a dream.

the dream devil in music...

the story behind the composer, giuseppe tartini's 1692–1770, "devil trill" starts with a dream where the devil is said to have appeared to tartini and asked him to be his servant - after their lessons, tartini handed the devil his violin to test his skill—the devil immediately began to play with such virtuosity that tartini felt his breath taken away - when the tartini awoke he immediately jotted down the sonata, desperately trying to recapture what he had heard in the dream - despite the sonata being successful with his audiences, tartini lamented that the piece was still far from what he had heard in his dream - what he had written was, in his own words: "so inferior to what i had heard, that if i could have subsisted on other means, i would have broken my violin and abandoned music forever."

the noise of consciousness...

It is on the whole

probably that 

we continually dream, 

but that 

consciousness 

makes such a noise 

that we 

do not hear it.

red and white and ice...

that thursday evening and night were much like all the others, except that during this period of time, i was once again inundated with para/perfectlynormal experiences - but, that particular day had seemed uneventful enough when i went to bed for the night between 10:30 and 11:00 pm - however, around midnight, i was awakened from a terrible dream - i mean, i was awakened suddenly, gasping for breath and sat straight up in bed - i was a bit disoriented - the dream had been so real - as if i had been there - it took a moment to grasp that i was in my own bed - and safe - in the dream that had so violently awakened me, i saw what i thought to be a large passenger plane - an airliner which i took to be a usairway plane because it was red and white [and i thought i remembered usairways having red/white planes] - in any event, i saw the front nose and long side of what i thought to be a plane - it was red, with a white streak all the way down the side - i could see the "windows of the cockpit" area and they appeared to be black - the "plane" was sinking in a large vast area of ice - i could see nothing but ice everywhere - white ice with broken blocks of ice strewn about in water - i saw no people - only the body of this huge "vessel" in the broken ice - i awoke with a start, freezing cold and shaking - when i could not shake the images of my dream, i turned on the tv for a news story of a plane crash but could not find anything - then i went to my computer but there was nothing there - so i tried going back to bed but lay awake a long time before finally falling asleep again - when i did awaken again, the first news i saw was the ship "explorer" sinking in the antarctica - it was the red "vessel" with the white stripe and "cockpit" row of windows from my dream glaring back at me from the screen -

ring of dreams...

this is a photo of me when i was 15 years old - it's taken at a local park pond where i loved to go whenever i could - the "necklace" is actually a high school senior class ring of my boy friend at the time - charles was several years older, joined the marines right after HS and was stationed on the west coast when this pic was made - in any event, this time in my life was one of the really extremely intense periods of my being in touch with those "other" senses - you know the ones - those that others think you're weird for having so you don't tell anyone about the dreams you have that come true - the thoughts that happen - but my dreams/thoughts of that kind were so prevalent then that i would write them down with the date of the dream or thought and seal them in an envelope - then i would give them to the one person i trusted - my english teacher who was such a dear friend to me - and when the "event" happened i would ask her to open the envelope and read what i had written before the "event" occurred - several of these experiences involved charles - in one incident, i dreamed that charles had been injured in a car crash - it was one of those dreams from which you awaken in a cold sweat not really sure if you're dreaming or not - i wrote my little note about it that day and gave it to my teacher as soon as i got to school - everything went ok that day - no big deal - no news - then, the next day, i was called into the principal's office where my teacher was also - and i was told that charles had been critically injured in a car accident the night before - in california - he eventually recovered fully -

the pomegranate dream...

the pillars in the pasture...

one of the "oldest" dreams i remember is one that occurred when i was about 14 years old - in this dream, i was in a large field, a pasture of sorts, where tall blue-green grass rippled in the soft breeze made by little specks of fluffy white in the blueblue sky - in this dream i was part observer and part participant - i remember watching me in the dream as i ran through the pasture from the lower left corner of my "dream picture" - i was running toward the center of the pasture where there stood a two gigantically tall white pillars quite some distance apart and from the pillars there flowed beautifully soft gauzelike sheers - i was in a long white dress that was fitted at the waist with a full skirt - i also remember my running through the tall soft grass toward those pillars - i can still feel the breeze sweep my face and push my long hair backward as i ran - running to the soft white light of the sheers between the pillars - and just as i approach these beautiful sheers opening softly toward me i am watching me again - i approach close enough then that i feel the white light caressing me as i began to go through the sheers - i see me again from a distance - directly under and in the flowing sheers - but not quite to the other side - and then i awaken -