from the vault 2: the one about my mom having twins

I can't really say what this dream was all about. was it an entertaining dream or something deeper, I've never been able to decide. I had it back in early 91.

What I can recall, as vivid as my commute to work today is that it was set in the same time and place as 'reality'. I was living with my parents' house. My Mother although many years past menopause, had given birth to a set of twins. Now what makes this remarkable aside from the fact that, as I said, she was post-menopausal, was that after giving birth to me she had a hysterectomy, and both of these facts remained accurate in the dream. (again I can't explain it, this was of course a dream after all). Another oddity was that the twins while male and female, were considered identical by medical officials. (again, this is not possible in real life, but that's what you get in a dream)

While the twins were (I assume) those of my Mother and Father, they were at least for the purposes of rearing the children, mine. I can still recall the feeling of such unbridled joy as I held them in my arms. How instantly protective and responsible I felt for them. and the sheer amount of love I had for them and they for me - I could feel that, deeper than anything else. I do not recall having named them, although I must have, I cannot imagine not.

But, no names are recalled even though I can see their faces, even now.

Unfortunately the only other thing I can recall about this dream was that it was too short. And when I woke up it was indeed time to get up, there was no time to go back to sleep to force myself back into this dream.

For days after I was in a deep depression as I realized that it was only a dream and the feelings off joy and love seemed riped from my soul.

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Some might speculate that this was a manifestation of my deep desire to have children myself, but I'd say not at all. While I've occasionally thought it would be nice to have a child, it's never been high on my lists.

I actually think it was more a reflection of my own self, the twins somehow representing my what? different expressions of my self? my soul? any ideas?... let me know.

the one where I'm a spice boy

There's been a lot of hoop-la about the Spice Girls in recent weeks, what with their re-group and world tour, as well as Mel "Scary Spice" Brown participating in the recently completed season of Dancing With the Stars; and considering I once had a dream where I replaced Gerri "Ginger Spice" Halliwell after she left the group, it should come as no surprise that I've once again dreams of being a Spice girl. Laugh I know. But these have always been entertaining to me.

In this most recent dream, a Blogger Friend Jerome (DullGloomy) and I are both new Spice Girls. More precisely we are Spice Boys. The first Spice Boys thank you very much! I was recruited more for my Singing ability and Jerome for his Dance. And it becomes very clear early on in the dream that while I excel while singing, I have two left club feet when dancing, and sure Jerome may be the Baryshnikov of the Spice World, he is just ahead of Posh in his singing abilities (Which as far as I know is far from the truth, seeing as he's a singer-actor-dancer in real life)

No amount of training and practise makes me understand the intricate and never-ending dance moves we are to preform on stage and I even consider a faux broken leg just before our tour begins so I don't have to dance...

Nothing much when you look at it, but again some dreams are just meant to entertain and this one delivered for me, to be sure. Wile in real life I don't 'wannabe' a Spice Anything, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want, and that would be future instalments in my dream life as a Spice Boy!

from the vault 1: the one about me and rasia gorbachyova (gorbachev)

Date: Pre-1991 USSR collapse. I seem to recall it being near the end of 1990 or early 1991 insofar as I recall that the dream was loosely based in the then, current day time frame and there was snow...

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The dream starts as I am in a briefing room here in Canada -or possibly the US- I cannot say for sure. I've never been clear at all on if I'm working for the FBI, CIA, CSIS or what... I'm being briefed about my next mission - seems I'm a special agent type- to sneak into the USSR and extricate Rasia gorbachyova. Both her husband Mikhail and she are under the threat of some unknown terrorist group.

I am only assigned the task of getting her out safely. Someone else, unknown to me, is to get Mikhail out safely. The reason for two separate missions is to minimize exposure and make it easier to flee without mass detection.

What is of particular interest is that I cannot even enter into the country as myself, or with some forged papers. Security and risk of detection is that great. All eyes are on every foreigner entering the country. So I must enter in great disguise; that of one of Russia's beloved circus bears. (yea I know!)

From a few kms outside of the border I get into my costume, and I have to say, if you didn't know it was a costume, you'd think I was a bear. And from that point I have to walk on my four bear legs, through the wilderness... you know, blend in with the natural surroundings... that is until I reach the out skirts of Moscow when I have to get into a travelling circus holding a command performance for the government.

After my 'number', which was mostly me riding a tricycle and then a bicycle and then the finale of me and a unicycle, I finally escape the confines of my costume, stash the bear fur and go off to complete my mission. I can remember having to race down one incredibly huge white marble staircase , covered in a long crimson runner (the reddest red. By far one of the most vivid colours of this or any dream I've ever had)across a marbled floor and up another stair case, to get to the Gorbachev's private opera box, from where they were watching the circus. the opulece of this part of the dream still impresses me. Gold-leafed statuary, I can still clearly see one dancing cherub playing a lyre... while just on the other side of the walls of this building you would surely see many in the street looking for just enough money to buy a loaf of bread. I'm sure that's not very different than today, for many.

After finally getting into the room, I draw Rasia's attention, and while I pretend to be serving her Champagne, I indicate my cause and within minutes we are on the run. Fleeing god knows who, but fleeing none the less. And we are travelling fast. while we mostly travel on the road, when we hit the country, we travel off road as much as possible.

Within 2 days (almost non-stop) we are finally across the Belarus/Poland border, I leave Rasia at a safe house and make contact with my boss.

I cannot remember if they got Mikhail, but well, that was not my worry, not my cause. I remember that for her continued safety that 'official news reports had to indicate she had simply gone 'missing' and that in time they'd simply list his as deceased. She was immediately given a new identity and decided to stay in Poland, along the northern coast, in Gdansk.

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So really, I cant say this was a Type B - Prophetic dream, as there was never, at least to me terrorist plot to kill the gorbachevs, and they were never smuggled out of the country. although at the time one might have thought so. Rather, I simply look on this as one of my sub-conscious' more creative type C - Entertainment dreams. And wouldn't you agree?

Whenever anyone starts talking about dreams, I often reference this one, when it comes to "My dream is more bizarre than your dream" challenges. And I generally win.

so what's this blog all about?

I Dream.

I'm an avid dreamer.

I'm also a Pisces. An Archetypal Pisces, (thank you very much) and I believe that's to a great part as to why my dreams are such an integral part of me as they are.

In fact, I take pride in my dreams. They preform many duties for me. They entertain, educate and inform me. They can at the same time mystify and de-mystify things for me. They give me glimpses beyond the veil of this reality.

I can dream lucidly. This is not a daily activity, in fact it happens only occasionally, but that's because for me, in general, it requires a long uninterrupted sleep and a chance to sleep late into the morning. Together with this ability I can also continue a dream, as if on pause, often nights if not weeks, months and years apart.

As well, I have, what I feel is an above average dream recall. While I can recall typically multiple dreams after each night's slumber, I will often quickly jettison many from my memory and focus on retaining the information and details only of those that peak my interest. These are not always the ones you or even I would suspect, but then like a person's personal preferences for books, music, movies, TV, colours, food and so on, it's sometimes rather difficult to explain. I prefer not to make such an explanation mandatory, rather just accept that it is, what it is.


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I can categorize all my dreams into 4 distinct types:

Type A: Daily Recall.

This is simply a dream either intentionally or unintentionally fed by recent events, dramas, enjoyable moments, unfinished business, unclear paths to take or unresolved issues. They offer help resolve the whys and wherefores. Help me make decisions. They help me to review and store the details of those moments, and help me see what I did not consciously see ad an important detail, or information.


Type B: Prophetic.

Fairly rare for me, but I've had them. Dreams foretelling an event. Although I often have these more typically as day-dream events or visions in an almost dreamlike/trance like state.


Type C: Entertainment.

This is the most common type for me and is, I truly believe, my subconscious simply entertaining me in my hours of slumber. There is no message, no hidden secrets or agendas. They are as much comedic and humorous as they are sometimes horrific and terrifying nightmares. Just like I sometimes watch comedies, I also watch dramas and horror films...


Type D: Alternate Realities.

OK, you might think I'm a total nut-job, but to be quite frank, I don't really care. I have a firm Pagan belief that our reality is not the only one. 'Our World' is layered on many 'Other Worlds' on the same planet we call Earth. Some existing in the same time frames,, others in the past. There are some in the future, but I'll admit I've not cognitively recalled any of them.

And in these 'Other Worlds', WE exist. Maybe not all of us in every alternative reality or world, but in many.

In these Type D dreams, I believe that I am offered glimpses into these other dimensions. I am often lucid and while not so much directing the dream, I am existing cognitively in that reality. I believe that our spirit/soul is simultaneously existing in all the alternates that we inhabit at any given time.

Some I believe are also past-life recall. Sort of a video tape recall of events from times gone by (here and otherwhere) .

Sometimes I recognize others in these dreams, and in such cases I'm going to record for posterity whom I feel these people are, in this 'Our World' reality.

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OK, so why have I started recording these dreams of mine?

Well for starters, I'm not going to record ALL of them, quite frankly I don't have the time! I will however record the ones that stand out. The ones I thick about, analyze and review in my head days after.

I'll also record for good measure the ones I can still recall from years gone by. I figure if I can remember a dream I had 25+ years ago, there's something I've yet to discover about it.

AND because while I've never had what you'd typically call a Dream Diary, well not one for more than a week or so, I've often thought it might be interesting to record the ones that, to me, are worth remembering in the first place.

And why is this called "Fragments of my Dreams", well because often some of the information is a feeling of the dream and ultimately, even with the recall I've developed over time, some information either is so veiled that even I cannot perceive it, or it may simply be that I omit what I feel is flotsam and jetsam, or it might be because I do not wish to share a particular image, perception or detail. In the end they are still mine.

So here we go. I'll Label these posts with what for me are the main subjects, and dream-type, as well as indicated, I'll mention those I recognize in the dream because who knows maybe you had the same dream as me. Maybe it was THE same dream.
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And finally, I'm going to allow comments, at least for now, on all dream posts, but comments will be moderated.