June 2002 (Approximate) Dream: Amilla Coriallis
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- Marine girl talking into her headset, heading out to fight the terrorists: "This is Amilla Coriallis"
- I had been working in the field. Suddenly everyone turned against me (as in Belinda just getting mad at me for no reason.)
- My mom and dad abandoned me - emotionally - my dad took my truck and mom locked me out of the house.
- Next, I was standing in a meeting in Vandalia (next town, to where I grew up in St. Elmo, Ill), and although I needed to be there, I had no way home, but I knew I'd figure it out.
- I kept pressing on with the detailed work on my mission at a meeting.
- I then started to look around, noticing who was there.
- Theresa Dothager was there (from St. Elmo). I asked her for a ride home. She tried to act "smooth" - she didn't just say "yes" the first time. - then she said "yes" the second time.
- I told her she was supposed to say "yes" - not until the 3rd time - it was "protocol".
- She gathered her things, one of which was her wedding gown with a long, shimmering "train", helped by an assistant.
- As we were leaving, somehow we got diverted.
- She went on the upper road - I on the lower. She left.
- I was suddenly standing on the ramp of a very confusing highway, all alone. Almost 20 miles from home - no truck - in the cold - I would not be able to make it.
- Then, I hear a voice - it was either Michael Laridon or Larry Guttman calling to be with me. I couldn't make it out. It was Michael's voice - but Larry was his actual "self".
- We made plans for the next day. He was coming over. He arrived - told me his health was not so great. Some flair-up of an old condition - HYPA-Glaucemic.
- As we were walking out of the highway viaduct entrance ramp - there was a terrorist with a white shotgun - trying to aim for him. He was "leading" several people out into an awaiting rescure chopper.
- Everyone was going out past the line of fire, to get in.
- As soon as they were all in - I was the last one out. I always stay till last ?? for some reason.
- Just as I was about to go out - (and I wasn't worried about being "hit" - I was too "fast" - I'd be okay.
- Just then, another terrorist was spotted . . . this one with a sub-machine-gun.
- He was mowing down any and everything. I went back down the ramp - to check for something - and to get away - out of the open - I knew he would get me if I didn't get out of sight.
- When I went down the ramp, there was a guard's station. (This was all down in a sublevel of a street or expressway, or something.)
- I just mentioned what I was doing down there - and they had just gotten the call - as if over an army radio.
- I was describing the scene above - detailing the gunmen - immediately- the marine special forces were, or National Guard were assembling - preparing for a counter-strike.
- They were getting their weapons and ammo belts on, and moving out - I knew I was totally protected - they were organized and outnumbered, outsmarted, outpowered the single terrorist shooting from behind enemy lines. (A crate).
- As I walked back up the ramp, a young female soldier was talking into a radio headset device saying . . . "This is Amilla Coriallis, signing off." She was armed with a submachine gun.
- There were dozens more - positioning and "moving out" into battle.
- I knew it would be "Okay."
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Note: Waking up, my Puss puss was at the foot of my bed, as if watching the whole thing!
Saturday, June 08, 2002
6/8/02 - Dream - "The Ozzners are Showing Their Ability to Distract"
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A clear, audible message from a dream:
- "The Ozzners are showing their ability to Distract"
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Dream that same night:
- We were moving [AGAIN!] - there was a big BIG house full of stuff.
- I was worried about leaving two of my family members, as well as the livestock (pigs) behind to die. I was really bothered by this.
- The grandmother and some other woman relative I sent for them (upstairs) told them very gently they would be coming to New York with us.
- We'd go to the Brooklyn Bridge on "sight-seeing" trips together. It turned out that I was saving their lives.
- Then, they helped us pack.
- I got to my new place - some crazy landlord and his assistant tried to cheat us.
- I "played" with his plan, and ended up getting a deal - I got the sidewalk put in at a fair price.
- We didn't fully unpack and re-arrange our belongings.
- Someone else was coming to lay the carpets and paint.
- We had to wait for this next phase - but were only mildly inconvenienced.
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A clear, audible message from a dream:
- "The Ozzners are showing their ability to Distract"
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Dream that same night:
- We were moving [AGAIN!] - there was a big BIG house full of stuff.
- I was worried about leaving two of my family members, as well as the livestock (pigs) behind to die. I was really bothered by this.
- The grandmother and some other woman relative I sent for them (upstairs) told them very gently they would be coming to New York with us.
- We'd go to the Brooklyn Bridge on "sight-seeing" trips together. It turned out that I was saving their lives.
- Then, they helped us pack.
- I got to my new place - some crazy landlord and his assistant tried to cheat us.
- I "played" with his plan, and ended up getting a deal - I got the sidewalk put in at a fair price.
- We didn't fully unpack and re-arrange our belongings.
- Someone else was coming to lay the carpets and paint.
- We had to wait for this next phase - but were only mildly inconvenienced.
Saturday June 8, 2002
[Hair Dream]
". . . Ahhh - the dream. Glad you liked that. I have epic dreams, sometimes. But mostly just "news clips." This one was of special drama! Wrote down the story. Will draw the Arena scene, for you. I think you were in it. My partner. The human faces were blurred. But the hair was there. Always the hair. It was the hair of our bois. All of us have the same hair. Some dream in color. I dream in hair! LOL!
Last nite, for two hours - between 11:17 and 1:30 - my hair was on fire. I used several different kinds of shampoo, also other hair products. But it kept igniting and setting it afire! My wife was there. She was trying to get me ready for a concert. No matter what we tried - the hair kept burning. No pain. Just flame! LOL! We kept extinguising it, that's why it didn't burn me. But it kept re-igniting. Kinda like the birthday candles you cannot blow out! I haven't been able to get a handle on what it is all about. Still busy with work crap distractions. (Doing email while I wolf down my breakfast burritos!) Does it have any special meaning for you? Perhaps a refining process? A new process for Ray to try in the salon? Black roots? Burning Bush? I don't remember Moses in the dream? What a jewel, this one, eh? . . ."
[Hair Dream]
". . . Ahhh - the dream. Glad you liked that. I have epic dreams, sometimes. But mostly just "news clips." This one was of special drama! Wrote down the story. Will draw the Arena scene, for you. I think you were in it. My partner. The human faces were blurred. But the hair was there. Always the hair. It was the hair of our bois. All of us have the same hair. Some dream in color. I dream in hair! LOL!
Last nite, for two hours - between 11:17 and 1:30 - my hair was on fire. I used several different kinds of shampoo, also other hair products. But it kept igniting and setting it afire! My wife was there. She was trying to get me ready for a concert. No matter what we tried - the hair kept burning. No pain. Just flame! LOL! We kept extinguising it, that's why it didn't burn me. But it kept re-igniting. Kinda like the birthday candles you cannot blow out! I haven't been able to get a handle on what it is all about. Still busy with work crap distractions. (Doing email while I wolf down my breakfast burritos!) Does it have any special meaning for you? Perhaps a refining process? A new process for Ray to try in the salon? Black roots? Burning Bush? I don't remember Moses in the dream? What a jewel, this one, eh? . . ."
June 8, 2002
[Email to Spencer Re: Tuition cuts at work:]
". . . Also sick - kissing the Northwestern [University] thing - goodbye. A sad goodbye to another great dream - I briefly clutched in my little teenage-fingers. Trading a million-dollar career for one in the forties - with the same amount of work and stress. Why is this happening, I asked, and asked and asked? Same answer. Blank. . . "
[Email to Spencer Re: Tuition cuts at work:]
". . . Also sick - kissing the Northwestern [University] thing - goodbye. A sad goodbye to another great dream - I briefly clutched in my little teenage-fingers. Trading a million-dollar career for one in the forties - with the same amount of work and stress. Why is this happening, I asked, and asked and asked? Same answer. Blank. . . "
Saturday, June 8, 2002 Raphael-esque Sketch
[Email from Spencer regarding the recent dreams:]
Hey My MacMan, My Steve MacSteel, My Steely Man!
How are you? Having a good week, I hope. Friday for me, I think today is the first day I've had the chance to breathe except for the times with you. Nice.
I've been thinking about that dream of yours, the arena, the crowds, the strong pushing light from the angels creating the equally strong blackness of the shadows.
MacMan:
"a Raphael-esque drawing I had made of my partner and myself bathed in light from our Angels standing beside us, (as always they are there beside us)"
Who is the partner? Can you tell me? Will you tell me?
All these great dreams, detailed dreams, detailed dreams mean things. Dreams mean things but the ones you can recall are significant. You've lots of detailed, memorable dreams, lately. Has it always been that way for you or is this relatively new?
I would love to see the drawing of it. I think it probably needs to be an etching, sounds so black and white, powers against powers, ying and yang, punch and Judy Carmichael. Strong stuff My MacMan.
[Email from Spencer regarding the recent dreams:]
Hey My MacMan, My Steve MacSteel, My Steely Man!
How are you? Having a good week, I hope. Friday for me, I think today is the first day I've had the chance to breathe except for the times with you. Nice.
I've been thinking about that dream of yours, the arena, the crowds, the strong pushing light from the angels creating the equally strong blackness of the shadows.
MacMan:
"a Raphael-esque drawing I had made of my partner and myself bathed in light from our Angels standing beside us, (as always they are there beside us)"
Who is the partner? Can you tell me? Will you tell me?
All these great dreams, detailed dreams, detailed dreams mean things. Dreams mean things but the ones you can recall are significant. You've lots of detailed, memorable dreams, lately. Has it always been that way for you or is this relatively new?
I would love to see the drawing of it. I think it probably needs to be an etching, sounds so black and white, powers against powers, ying and yang, punch and Judy Carmichael. Strong stuff My MacMan.
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