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I was dreaming that I was visiting someone’s house in Northern California in the old days, i.e. my childhood, when certain furnishings and architectural style were popular. I took a good tour, peaked in a cupboard or two out of interest as to how they were made, noted that this household seemed to favour, rather than sofas, a contraption that was new to me (but wasn’t entirely) were one would relax by lying face-forward in a contraption that looked a bit like a harness for one’s chest. You could flop into them and just swing there as they were suspended from the ceiling. It was fun to look around.
When it was time to go to bed I was in a room near the bathroom and someone was there to give a talk about a camp on the Columbia River, which runs between Washington and Oregon states. It was a beautiful camp. I had been there that day, taking a look, considering going there. As I hadn’t decided yet, someone had come to talk more about it. For some reason the talk started in the bathroom next door to my bedroom. Perhaps it was because my mom had appeared to let us know that the rest of the household was going to bed and to please turn down the lights which could only be turned in the bathroom without disturbing the sleepers. However, I noted with amazement that the speaker did not seem to modulate his voice in any attempt to keep it from waking folks up.
At any rate, the talk may or may not have continued past my bedtime, but I did eventually go to bed. While there, someone approached while I slept or half-slept. I recall being aware of their approach and waiting for it. Then, instead of whispering to me, shaking me awake or anything I might have expected, the unknown person approaching put a hand over my mouth and one on my shoulder. I figured they didn’t want me to loudly come awake, talking loudly and waking others, so I moved to get out of reach of the hand covering my mouth, while letting the stranger know I was awake. To my surprise, the hand followed my mouth and what ensued became a fight to keep their hand there covering my mouth and making it impossible to breath. Now horrified at their intentions, it seemed my best option was to get away while yelling for help. I managed to get my mouth free enough to shout ‘Help!” just as I woke up in my own bed, so the word came out relatively quietly. The quiet of my voice was partly because of my coming awake, partly because of something in my dream state that was weakening me. Fortunately, my husband was there to comfort me, so the dream more or less immediately continued in a half-aware, semi-volitional state.
First things first. I had to get out of that room and away from this person accosting me in that dream-bed. In order to do so, I had to do a lot of wiggling and struggling to get free of the hand and the person behind it, so I did. As I did so, I was calculating my chances of getting to the door and, as I hurled myself toward it I realized that I could not shake this person long enough to make a clean getaway. I had to find some furniture to topple on them, which I did. This enabled me to get out the door while they disentangled themselves from the lamp which had fallen on them. By this time I was yelling for help; this time I was yelling it loudly enough in my dream to wake up the entire household/camp full of people. The all came out and I felt safe with so many people around asking what had happened and intervening between me and the one who’d assaulted me.
This seemed my chance to face him, with witnesses to hold him back if necessary, while I said what I had to say, in an attempt to ensure my future safety by preventing future assaults. I thought about what I could say that might be most effective.. What came out of my mouth was a surprise to me; “You can do this again. You can do this as many times as you like but you can’t silence me! You can even kill me, again and again, but you can’t silence me. You can kill me, maim me, torture me, enslave me, do your worst, as you have done so many times, but you can’t silence me.”
Then, to my delight I found that I was able to call more of my selves to join me. I also found that I could fly. What a delight! So I flew above the person who’d assaulted me, sticking with him, repeatedly telling him how I wouldn’t be silenced, until he felt like he was very unpopular with my accusations following him and started to shamble away. He was unworried, as I didn’t have any intent to harm him. I didn’t want to harm him, but I did think it would be of use to make him uncomfortable, so I started to throw some of his own slightly acid rain on him, asking him how it felt to be pelted with the stuff he’d been throwing on me/on us for many years now. He laughed back over his shoulder as he walked away that it didn’t harm him. So I got my selves and my friends and relatives organized to go find increasingly more acid rain, which they handed me as I flew above him, pelting it at him.
This did start to make him uncomfortable as the acidity increased, so he started to move faster, at this point snarling, annoyed, at me to stop. I didn’t’ want to stop but I also didn’t have any further plan and knew that this was no longterm solution. We continued like this for a while until someone handed me, not acidic rain, but red roses. After asking my folks to supply me with acid rain I’d been taking whatever was handed to my left hand over my shoulder, and tossing it down without looking at it. So it was with the roses, which I tossed before I’d realized what it was that I had tossed.
To my surprise and growing delight, he stopped when the red roses hit him, curled into a fetal ball, with the beautiful scented roses strewn around him, whimpering miserably despite appearing to be completely unhurt, for all the world like this was the most effective weapon I could ever have tossed at him. I wondered, in awe, who had handed m those roses, how they’d known. Had they known what effect they’d have? It didn’t really matter. This was it, the longterm solution I’d been seeking, we’d all been seeking. I was at peace. The phrase that came to mind (it felt like the phrase that had been handed to me to think) was ‘Peace on Earth’.
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I hadn't been recalling any dreams lately and had only woken myself up from a dream a handful of times in my life, so this was doubly surprising. I felt like I should look at the clock when I finally did get up. It was 06:11. Yesterday I'd woken at 06:01...
When it was time to go to bed I was in a room near the bathroom and someone was there to give a talk about a camp on the Columbia River, which runs between Washington and Oregon states. It was a beautiful camp. I had been there that day, taking a look, considering going there. As I hadn’t decided yet, someone had come to talk more about it. For some reason the talk started in the bathroom next door to my bedroom. Perhaps it was because my mom had appeared to let us know that the rest of the household was going to bed and to please turn down the lights which could only be turned in the bathroom without disturbing the sleepers. However, I noted with amazement that the speaker did not seem to modulate his voice in any attempt to keep it from waking folks up.
At any rate, the talk may or may not have continued past my bedtime, but I did eventually go to bed. While there, someone approached while I slept or half-slept. I recall being aware of their approach and waiting for it. Then, instead of whispering to me, shaking me awake or anything I might have expected, the unknown person approaching put a hand over my mouth and one on my shoulder. I figured they didn’t want me to loudly come awake, talking loudly and waking others, so I moved to get out of reach of the hand covering my mouth, while letting the stranger know I was awake. To my surprise, the hand followed my mouth and what ensued became a fight to keep their hand there covering my mouth and making it impossible to breath. Now horrified at their intentions, it seemed my best option was to get away while yelling for help. I managed to get my mouth free enough to shout ‘Help!” just as I woke up in my own bed, so the word came out relatively quietly. The quiet of my voice was partly because of my coming awake, partly because of something in my dream state that was weakening me. Fortunately, my husband was there to comfort me, so the dream more or less immediately continued in a half-aware, semi-volitional state.
First things first. I had to get out of that room and away from this person accosting me in that dream-bed. In order to do so, I had to do a lot of wiggling and struggling to get free of the hand and the person behind it, so I did. As I did so, I was calculating my chances of getting to the door and, as I hurled myself toward it I realized that I could not shake this person long enough to make a clean getaway. I had to find some furniture to topple on them, which I did. This enabled me to get out the door while they disentangled themselves from the lamp which had fallen on them. By this time I was yelling for help; this time I was yelling it loudly enough in my dream to wake up the entire household/camp full of people. The all came out and I felt safe with so many people around asking what had happened and intervening between me and the one who’d assaulted me.
This seemed my chance to face him, with witnesses to hold him back if necessary, while I said what I had to say, in an attempt to ensure my future safety by preventing future assaults. I thought about what I could say that might be most effective.. What came out of my mouth was a surprise to me; “You can do this again. You can do this as many times as you like but you can’t silence me! You can even kill me, again and again, but you can’t silence me. You can kill me, maim me, torture me, enslave me, do your worst, as you have done so many times, but you can’t silence me.”
Then, to my delight I found that I was able to call more of my selves to join me. I also found that I could fly. What a delight! So I flew above the person who’d assaulted me, sticking with him, repeatedly telling him how I wouldn’t be silenced, until he felt like he was very unpopular with my accusations following him and started to shamble away. He was unworried, as I didn’t have any intent to harm him. I didn’t want to harm him, but I did think it would be of use to make him uncomfortable, so I started to throw some of his own slightly acid rain on him, asking him how it felt to be pelted with the stuff he’d been throwing on me/on us for many years now. He laughed back over his shoulder as he walked away that it didn’t harm him. So I got my selves and my friends and relatives organized to go find increasingly more acid rain, which they handed me as I flew above him, pelting it at him.
This did start to make him uncomfortable as the acidity increased, so he started to move faster, at this point snarling, annoyed, at me to stop. I didn’t’ want to stop but I also didn’t have any further plan and knew that this was no longterm solution. We continued like this for a while until someone handed me, not acidic rain, but red roses. After asking my folks to supply me with acid rain I’d been taking whatever was handed to my left hand over my shoulder, and tossing it down without looking at it. So it was with the roses, which I tossed before I’d realized what it was that I had tossed.
To my surprise and growing delight, he stopped when the red roses hit him, curled into a fetal ball, with the beautiful scented roses strewn around him, whimpering miserably despite appearing to be completely unhurt, for all the world like this was the most effective weapon I could ever have tossed at him. I wondered, in awe, who had handed m those roses, how they’d known. Had they known what effect they’d have? It didn’t really matter. This was it, the longterm solution I’d been seeking, we’d all been seeking. I was at peace. The phrase that came to mind (it felt like the phrase that had been handed to me to think) was ‘Peace on Earth’.
I'd love some feedback!
I hadn't been recalling any dreams lately and had only woken myself up from a dream a handful of times in my life, so this was doubly surprising. I felt like I should look at the clock when I finally did get up. It was 06:11. Yesterday I'd woken at 06:01...
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