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Volume #13 Issue #1

January 2006

ISSN# 1089 4284

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C O N T E N T S

++ Editor's Notes
Richard Wilkerson

++ Global Dreaming News
Harry Bosma

++ Cover: "Time Boy"
by Ed Kellogg, PhD

++ Column: An Excerpt From the Lucid Dream Exchange
Lucy Gillis - Editor
Dream Characters and Reality Checks Part Three:
Incubation and Fantasy

++ Column: The View From the Bridge
Make Me a Channel of Your Peace
Olivia Strand

++ Dream: "New England Armadillos"
Stan Kulikowski II

++ Article: Nice Girls Don't Go Naked in their Dreams (or Do They?)
Dave Lappin


++ DREAM SECTION: Special installment from Computer Dreams by Gem


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Editor's Notes

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Welcome to the January 2006 issue of Electric Dreams, your portal to dreams
and dreamwork online.

If you are new to dreams and dreamwork, there are a few e-lists where
Electric Dreams people seems to congregate that might interest you. One is
dreamchatters@yahoogroups.com
Subscribe by going here and registering
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dreamchatters/

.. and another is the IASD bulletin board hosted by Ed Kellogg, Ph.D.
Please, no dreams interpreted here, just discussion of dreaming and
dreamwork topics.
http://www.asdreams.org/subidxdiscussionsbboard.htm

This has been quite a year for the Dream Movement. The Dream Institute of
Northern California and the International Association for the Study of
Dreams are now "living" in the same location in Berkeley, California. Many
dreamwork projects have matured into full blown educational programs,
certifications and international peace projects. The online IASD
PsiberDreaming conference continued its new tradition of exploring the edges
of dreaming. I'm looking forward to seeing these and the many other
projects in dreamwork unfold in the next year and hope to hear from the
readers of Electric Dreams about your new projects, books and events.

This month in Electric Dreams:

Thanks to Ed Kellogg for his cover art contribution of the "Time Boy"
graphic and dream story. Perhaps you too can improve your dream-psi
abilities with a visit from Time Boy.
http://tinyurl.com/dzks4

Lucy Gillis continues to explore the edges of dreaming and finds the most
interesting topics for her Lucid Dream Exchange. In an excerpt this month
from the Exchange, Linda Lane Magallón continues her speculation about dream
characters. Are dream characters real people? Do they have a will, or a
consciousness of their own? Are they all the same, or could some be lifeless
projections? Be sure to read "Dream Characters and Reality Checks:
Incubation and Fantasy."

Stan Kulikowski II returns in 2006 with his unique style of dream recording,
this month with a dream titled "New England Armadillos." If you have dreams
you would like published, please enter them in the form at
http://dreamgate.com/forms/dream_flow.htm

Not only was 2005 having been a busy year for dream research and dreamwork,
but also for dream activism. And the Peace Workers on the Bridge are going
to be even busier in 2006! Olivia Strand keeps all up on the World Dreams
Peace Bridge activities and in this month's View, she takes a look at the
Peace Festival in Norfolk, Virginia last December, and how WDPB members
around the world are doing in their efforts for peace. .

Peter Farley has spent his life exploring life's mysteries and returning
useful information and techniques. In a selection on dreams below, Peter
discusses a range of topics in dreamwork, and introduces readers to his
philosophy on dreaming from a shamanic point of view. Get the full scoop and
links in "Waking Dreams vs. Night Dreams?"

The Dream Editor is on vacation this month. In place of the Dreams Section,
I'm including part 2 of a collection of computer dreams from "Gem". Gem's
dreams start in about 2000 when she got a job involving computer work. What
is interesting is that prior to this job, she knew little about them.

Janet Garrett archives past issues so you can search out specific articles
and authors in an easy-to-access format. These articles contain a wide range
of information for dreamers and dreamworkers. You can see her work progress
and view hundreds of article on dreams at:
http://www.improverse.com/ed-articles/index.htm

Harry Bosma searches around the world for news on dreams and dreaming, which
you can read about in the Global Dreaming News. If you have any dream news,
conferences, books, workshops, and especially any online meetings or events,
be sure to send that information to Harry by the 15th of each month at
ed-news@...

Just a quick addition to the news. The International Association for the
Study of Dreams conference in Bridgewater, MA June 20-24th still has room
for early registrations, but you must get in before January 15th. The
Presentations are now closed for entry, but both Hot-off-the-press and the
Art Show are still open. See the full scoop at
http://www.asdreams.org/2006

… and also, we will have more information next month on the Nordic Dream
Conference in Copenhagen this March. Watch here for details :
http://www.ffsd.dk/ndk_2006.php


Be sure to read all of these dreams and more.
If you want to send in dreams, please enter them at
http://www.dreamgate.com/dream/temple
or join the dream flow at dreamflow@yahoogroups.com
(dreamflow-subscribe@yahoogroups.com)

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For those of you who are new to dreamwork,
be sure to stop by one of the many resources:

http://dreamgate.com/electric-dreams
http://dreamgate.com/dream/library
http://dreamunit.net/news-en/
http://www.dreamtree.com

Electric Dreams in PDF: (thanks to Nick Cumbo)
http://electric.dreamofpeace.net/

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From the Dream Dimension,

-Richard Wilkerson




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G L O B A L D R E A M I N G N E W S

January 2006

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If you have news you'd like to share, simply email Harry Bosma at his
special ed-news@... address.

Online:
- Dreams received for the Planetary Dream 2005
- Dream Visions website
- Dream of the Week email

Physical world:
- Berkeley: Dream Groups by David Jenkins
- San Francisco: The Practice of Active Dreaming

Books, movies, research:
- Bulkeley and Bulkley: Dreaming Beyond Death
- Justina Lasley: In My Dream...

Recurring events:
- Ritual DaFuMu for Peace


* * * ONLINE * * *

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- Dreams received for the Planetary Dream 2005
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Hello Rêveurs / Dreamers!

Merci pour votre participation au Rêve planétaire 05 ;-)
Vos rêves figurent aux versions française et anglaise du site Oniros:

Thanks for your participation to the Planetary dream 05 ;-)
Your dreams can be seen on the French and English versions of the site
Oniros:

www.oniros.fr/reves05.html
www.oniros.fr/dreams05.html

Jusqu'à la fin de l'année, vous pouvez apporter toutes les corrections et
compléments d'information que vous jugerez utiles. Up to the end of the
year, you can add all the corrections and added information you think
useful.

Joyeux Noël / Happy Christmas

Le webmestre / the webmaster

Roger Ripert


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- Dream Visions website
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My site, www.mydreamvisions.com, is a culmination of many years study of
dreams and their rich benefits in personal and spiritual development. My
intention is to help others use their dreams to better understand and
improve their lives. The site includes many free dream interpretation
resources, including dictionary of symbols, step-by-step instructions for
dream interpretation, and tips for dream recall.

All the best to you,

Nancy Wagaman, M.A.


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- Dream of the Week email
---

Starting early January, David Jenkins plans to write a weekly email "Dream
of the Week". Each column is a vignette that introduces one of his
techniques, describes a dream and the dream work, and ends with the
outcome/insight for the dreamer.

Email for more information: davidj@...



* * * PHYSICAL WORLD * * *

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- Berkeley: Dream Groups by David Jenkins
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Elephant Pharmacy Wednesdays: Starting January 11, the Elephant Pharmacy
drop-in dream group has a regularly scheduled time - Wednesdays from 1-2 pm.
Enjoy an exciting hour of dream work as a break in the middle of your day.
This is a free class.

Berkeley Thursday Drop In: Starting January 12th, I will be offering a new
drop-in group on Thursday evenings from 7-8.30 pm in downtown Berkeley.
(2288 Fulton Street, #201, $10 per class). This is for the many people who
want to tell a dream or to listen to a dream without necessarily making an
on-going commitment. This also allows me to offer a Berkeley evening group
for those for whom Oakland Saturday morning group is not feasible. Come join
and feel free to bring a friend.

The details for these new groups and the current classes will be available
on the web site in early January. If you know of anyone who might be
interested, please forward this email to them.

Best wishes for the new year,

David
www.dreamreplay.com


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- San Francisco: The Practice of Active Dreaming
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Dream Group based on Robert Moss' pioneer synthesis of dreamwork and
shamanism.

4 Tuesdays beginning 1/10/06
7:30pm - 9:30pm
Cost $95
in San Francisco
Please call or email Elizabeth Lombardo
415.447.8552
elizabeth_lombardo@...



* * * BOOKS, MOVIES, RESEARCH * * *

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- Bulkeley and Bulkley: Dreaming Beyond Death
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A Guide to Pre-Death Dreams and Visions

Documented throughout time and across cultures, dreams experienced by those
on the verge of death can offer profound insight into the process of dying
and provide deep spiritual solace for the individual passing away. In
Dreaming Beyond Death, Kelly Bulkeley and Patricia Bulkley bring together
their diverse areas of expertise to create a guide to pre-death dreams that
offers practical advice and provides a broader understanding of this
phenomenon.

www.beacon.org/catalogs/sp05/bulkeley-bulkley.html


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- Justina Lasley: In My Dream...
---

In My Dream... is a delightful illustrated journal to capture dreams,
thoughts, and sketches. This creative and inspirational journal contains
helpful guides to discover the meanings hidden within your dreams. Introduce
the world of dreams to yourself and others this season... truly the gift
that keeps on giving.

Upon request, journals can be autographed by Justina Lasley for your gift
recipients.

More information:
http://www.dreamswork.us/



* * * RECURRING EVENTS * * *

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- Ritual DaFuMu for Peace
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The World Dreams Peace Bridge, on the 15th of each month, is holding a
monthly DaFuMu (a collective dream of good fortune:
http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/dafumu.htm) to support peace.

In joining a DaFuMu each month we will be seeking the mandala of peace
within the universal mind: learning what it is to be peaceful at a personal
level, how to act in a peaceful manner within the world, and accessing and
supporting the general mandala of peace available to all people. So, please
join in on the 15th of each month. Before sleeping set your intention to
dream towards the mandala of peace.

If you feel that your dream has touched upon a symbol that can be used
within the mandala of peace we are creating, or on a particular relation of
peace, please let us know. Just send your comment, picture or dream to
http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org/dafumumonthly.htm. To join the World
Dreams Peace Bridge discussion group, just send an e-mail to
worlddreams-subscribe@yahoogroups.com .

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Cover Artist: Ed Kellogg, PhD: TIMEBOY

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EWK 9/25/05 "I find myself outside in a grassy, sloping park setting -
very pleasant. I see lots of people scattered about enjoying the park,
picnicking and playing. I crouch down to talk with two little boys.
Semi-lucid, I realize I can do magic and for fun ask them if I can do
anything for them. The boys look five or six years old, very small. The one
on the left looks sick - he has dark shadows under his eyes, looks pale and
very thin. He has thin dirty blond hair. I wonder if he has an illness in
waking physical reality. The other boy looks healthier. They both look at
me, as if uncertain of what to say.

I ask the sick looking boy if he would like me to do a healing on him. He
tells me "No", but then adds "I'd like to do a healing on you!"

Surprised, I ask: "On what?" He tells me I have some blockage in my forehead
center that keeps me from perceiving (psychically?) correctly with it. That
makes some sense to me, but I wonder if he can do it, and if so whether he
could do so properly. I ask him if he means the third eye chakra, the little
boy nods, but he looks uncertain, as if he does not know what I mean.
However, at this point the other little boy with brown hair enthusiastically
pipes up: "He can do it!" He sounds so confidant that I agree.

As soon as I do, the first boy lifts a very thin arm up and presses his
right hand onto my forehead. As he does this I ask him: "Does your forehead
center seems fully open?" He nods. I can't see his forehead though. He has
hair covering his forehead, and wears a gray wool cap with a red
stripe/fringe, that holds his hair in place.

Curious to see what his forehead looks like, I ask: "May I?" gesturing at
his head. He doesn't object, so I begin uncovering his forehead. To my
surprise I see a round silver watch with a white face and black hands
embedded on the left side, not in the middle as I'd expected. Surprised, I
continue. When fully uncovered I see that his forehead has four "third eyes"
- round watches with white faces with different times and slightly different
colored metal faces and numbers.

I feel alarmed at what I've seen and back away, breaking the connection -
perhaps before the boy had accomplished anything - but perhaps not. I don't
know if I want to end up with a "forehead center" like his - especially
considering he doesn't look all that healthy. He looks surrealistic, like
something by Salvador Dali. I wonder if what I'd allowed him to do, or had
almost allowed him to do, seemed such a good idea. I now understand why he
looked so uncertain when I asked him about the "third" eye" - his "forehead
center" has a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth!

Now that I've backed away "Timeboy" has a temper tantrum. perhaps because he
didn't get to finish his "healing" of me. He shrieks and runs around. I ask
the other the boy if he would like to come with me to do some magic
someplace quieter. He agrees. I pick him up my arms and fly off down the
grassy slope of the park . . . (dream continues) "

"The Rest of the Story . . .": On the night of 9/24 - 9/25 I'd incubated
dreams to tune into the target picture for the 2005 PsiberDreaming
Conference Precognitive Dreaming Contest, a target picture randomly selected
two days later - the cover of an early copy of "Uncle Tom's Cabin." Under
the title, the cover illustration depicts two men and a pack of dogs in
pursuit of a woman holding a child, her cloak billowing behind her as she
runs away from her pursuers across an icy river through a bleak winter
landscape. The men wear old fashioned clothing, one in brown, one in black.


After I left "Timeboy" (increasingly lucid, and eventually remembering my
task), I encountered two men hurrying along a trail, wearing old fashioned
clothing, brown and black. The one in brown reminds me at first of President
Kennedy and later of Theodore Roosevelt. The two men led me to a room where
I saw a large sepia-tone photo of a dignified black man in old fashioned
clothing (same relative dimensions as the book cover) whom I identified as
"Martin Luther King" in the dream, despite the apparent anachronism. When
this dream ended it immediately segued into an amazingly vivid but short
storm scene where I saw a nineteenth century ship - with billowing sails -
racing under pursuit, and then dramatically holed by a cannon ball. The
post-Timeboy dream sequences had a number of hits to the "Uncle Tom's Cabin"
target - the theme of pursuit, the two men, the nineteenth century
backgrounds, the photograph of the black man ("Uncle Tom"), and the multiple
civil rights associations with President Kennedy, Martin Luther King, and
even to slave ships, like the Amistad, which the 4 masted sailing ship that
I saw resembled. These and other hits left no doubt in my mind at least
that I had successfully tuned into the target picture, and even earned my
submission a second place tie for the precognitive dreaming contest. So
perhaps Timeboy's adjustment to my "forehead center" may have done something
useful after all.


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Visit with Ed Kellogg, PhD on the IASD Bulletin Board:
Please, no dreams interpreted here, just discussion of dreaming and
dreamwork topics.
http://www.asdreams.org/subidxdiscussionsbboard.htm




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An Excerpt From The Lucid Dream Exchange

By Lucy Gillis

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An Excerpt From The Lucid Dream Exchange By Lucy Gillis

Back in May, Linda Lane Magallón tackled the subject of dream characters in
part one of her four part series. Are dream characters real people? Do they
have a will, or a consciousness of their own? Are they all the same, or
could some be lifeless projections? Join Linda as she takes us on a journey
through her own thoughts and intriguing dreams. You may not look at your
dream characters in quite the same way again!

Dream Characters and Reality Checks Part Three:
Incubation and Fantasy
(c) 2005 Linda Lane Magallón

I don't recall where I got the notion, but I do remember it was born of
desperation. I'd been searching for a new career without success. The
suggestion was that, to reveal my vocational heart's desire, I should
analyze my daydreams. There was one fantasy in particular that had started
when I was a kid, then grew and changed as I did. As an adult, I was too
embarrassed to admit that I still enjoyed it. Its genesis had been superhero
TV shows and comic books.

Not surprising, really. My maiden name was Linda Lane, but when people first
met me, they'd call me Lois. Lois Lane was the comic character whose prime
function was to be rescued by Superman. It didn't seem fair that he'd then
fly off and have all the fun. This inequality definitely called for a change
in the story line. So one day, in imagination, I took to the sky. No more
Lois. I became Casey Lane.

When I began analyzing my now grown-up version of the fantasy, I discovered
that some of the scenarios were much too vague. So I gave complete names to
the characters and retrofitted them with histories, personalities,
vocations, and avocations, all in an attempt to fill out my ideal working
environment. One of the characters was an Afro-American woman I'd been
calling Willie. I augmented her biography and expanded her name to Willette
Nicholson. I was very much aware that I was creating this character. Willful
fantasy was under my control, whereas dreams were totally out of control.

March the 8th International Women's Day. At approximately 4:30 in the
morning, for the first time in my life, I awoke to the fact that I was
dreaming. It began as a nightmare, as usual. Then I was rescued from
suffocation, not by Superman, but by a mysterious black-clothed woman who
flung me over her back and took me soaring through the sky. The dream
continued:

We fly over the plaza and down the street through a city of skyscrapers. The
woman makes a right turn, then stops. While hovering, she rolls me over onto
my back so that she is holding me in an embrace.

"Hello, Casey," she says softly, smiling. Her features are indistinguishable
but dark in color. She is projecting a blast of emotion toward me. I am
receiving an intense feeling of kindness and loving concern. She knows me as
Casey - my super self!

"Will-it!" I exclaim in utter astonishment as I recognize her. This mutual
recognition has brought me to lucidity. Willette lifts me to an upright
position. Still embracing my body with one arm, she stands to my left. We
are both suspended in the air.

I can't believe my eyes. Here is the subject of my creation: a character who
I made up in fantasy. But now I know she's an actual person, a completely
mature, independent adult, standing right next to me, holding me, talking to
me! And she can really fly! I can hardly comprehend it all.

"Why?" I ask. Why is she here, saving me, showing so much concern for me?
Looking me straight in the eye, she says with utmost gravity, "You were once
my mother."

The loving concern I felt emanating from Willie was so intense, I carried it
with me the entire next day. I was convinced, both in the dream and after I
awoke, that I was encountering a real person.

Here was the dichotomy expressed more vividly than I could have imagined. On
the one hand, there was this character that I had created, then enhanced
during the most intense period of visualization in my life. On the other
hand, there was this emancipating entity, freely speaking and acting on her
own. It was as if I'd incubated a new being in my imagination, who then
crossed over and was born into my dreams. If a statue had come to life in my
own front room, the psychological impact couldn't have been more powerful.

Fantasy Incubation

There was absolutely nothing within my experience to encompass what had
happened. I began a dream journal and read every dream book I could get my
hands on. I also continued to run excerpts from the fantasy in my mind just
before sleep. Maybe that would provide more substance to the dream. Maybe,
if there was enough substance, Willie could make a second crossing - into
the waking state. Maybe I could become more Casey-like in dreams or waking
life.

I am walking with Willie through the courtyard of an old apartment building
to a "gathering of the clan." Two friends come walking towards us; they turn
a corner and go up a couple of steps and inside a screen door. As Willie and
I follow them, I ponder on the fact that this married pair are the models
for two of the people in my fantasy. Thinking this way brings me to a low
level of lucidity.

Inside the apartment I recall their fantasy names and compare them with the
waking ones. "It's Sandy and Nancy Tully, not Torrey," I remember aloud.
Then I turn to the man and call him by his waking name. "Walter!" I exclaim.

"Who's that?" he responds. "The guy I patterned you after," I tell him.

Off to the right are the rest of the group. I take a big breath and proclaim
loudly to them, "You're all figments of my imagination!" Astonished, they
all collapse and sit down on the floor.

As I wake, I hear a voice saying, "I wonder what she I be?"

Of course, many Willie dreams were directly influenced by the fantasy. This
was especially true when I slipped from hypnogogia into a dream. A few times
the scenery of my reveries would show up in my dreams, but rarely was the
story line reproduced. For the most part, the dream would head off in
directions I'd never imagined.

After a while, in some non-lucid dreams, I simply "knew" that I was Casey.
My waking persona had been replaced by my fantasy one. This turned out to be
immensely helpful. As Casey, I knew I could fly away from danger or stand up
to threats. Thus, nightmares could be transformed within the dream, before I
ever woke up. My dreaming self, who had been the unwitting victim of almost
40 years of hellish existence, was being remade as a super self.

Doctrinal Compliance Again

For Willie, just the opposite seemed to be happening. She played roles I'd
never visualized. A social worker (she was a scientist). A spy (she was a
human rights activist). An elementary school teacher (she taught college as
a grad student). A trumpet player (yes, she was a musician, but she played
the flute). In the fantasy, she had a strong personality; in the dream she
could act like a wimp.

Dream Willie was extremely elastic. Something besides deliberate pre-sleep
intent was forming her character. When I read Jungian literature, she'd act
like a Jungian archetype. If I were studying Freud, I'd dream something with
sexual content. Depending on what I read, talked about, or saw on TV, she'd
be Christ Consciousness or the Wicked Witch of the West. She was also The
Thinker, a Primal Screamer, a food server, a fund-raiser, a dress model, a
printing shop clerk and The Lone Ranger! The most pervasive influence was
the Seth material. I dreamt of her in Jane Roberts' imaginal Library, as an
oversoul and as a channeled entity. I dreamt she told me that Jane Roberts
was part of our "family." Whereas other folks in the Seth community
interpreted that to mean I was part of Jane Roberts' extended family, the
Sumari, I assumed that Willie was referring to my fantasy clan. In any case,
I accepted neither possibility out of hand. I knew only too well that
Doctrinal Compliance was swaying my subconscious. Dream conformity to what I
experienced in waking life was preprogramming Willie's dream persona. It was
responsible for both the foundation and maintenance of most dream settings
as well as the ongoing narrative. A lucid dream wasn't free of this
background influence, either.

Lucid Creation and Comparisons

Within lucid dreams, I could deliberately conjure up Willie's image, but it
would be quite vague or readily collapse. Once, her dream body turned into
an egg! Maybe I was once her mother, but this retro-birth was ridiculous. I
was more successful when I simply called for her. True, she didn't show up
very often, but then is a real person always available at our beck and call?

At the edge of hypnogogia, I tried to picture her in new surroundings to see
how much control I had over the pre-dream stage. A lot, it turned out.
However, once the dream began, the scenario was likely to morph. I learned
that, in-dream, create your own character was not an easy task. Most
definitely, I couldn't do everything I wanted to do. In fact, the more I
attempted the deliberate do-it-yourself approach to dreaming, the more I
realized how unyielding the dreamworld could be.

Reality checks I did, by keeping records and comparing methods of retrieval.

I came to understand that the sort of Willie I encountered depended on the
method of encounter. The non-lucid dream Willie was not like the fantasy
Willie. Less sure of herself. The automatic writing Willie was more like the
channeled Willie. Very authoritarian. The Willie of poetry was not like the
day vision Willie. Abstract and conceptual rather than visual and objective.

Lucid dream Willie was hard to find. Hypnogogic Willie was often an imp.
This sort of reality check yielded the conclusion that each type of
retrieval system actually formed a different kind of Willie.

Me as Willie

Occasionally, in non-lucid dreams, I actually became Willie - knew myself as
Willie, looked out from her point of view. I assumed this was an expansion
of the fantasy. There, the characters had the communal capacity to become
aware of one another's thoughts and feelings. Tele-empathy. Also, when I ran
the fantasy in my mind, I usually took on the role of each character,
especially when they had speaking parts. Temporarily, I could play Willie.
But I never thought of her as a "part of me," like an essential limb or
organ. Rather, she was a cloak I could create and wear, then take off and
put away.

I experimented with this concept in waking life.
My hair was given a permanent of tight curls. I wore her colors (red and
black) all winter long.
Perhaps because of that period of pretending, I spoke up with more
confidence and began to identify myself as a researcher. Act as if, and it
rubs off on you.

Other Dreamer's Willie

When I began talking about Willie to colleagues and friends, several other
people dreamt about her. But with the exception of Melinda Nelson's
hypnogogic example, their variations weren't much like my waking or dreaming
versions. True, other people could dream of Willie singing or dancing, but
not to the rock and roll beat of the music tapes I played when I imagined
her. She was the parent of many children as well as a daughter in one of my
past lives (dream reactions to "Once you were my mother"). One dreamer's
version of Willie was a little child; another's was a high priestess.
Personal projection was the driving force, while tele-empathic perception
took a back seat. Willie could show up in other people's dreams as an
exalted divinity, an opera singer's attendant or a camera projectionist
(speaking of projection!).

Willie was also the inspiration for communal creativity after we woke.
Besides Melinda's drawing, friends created a plaster face mask for Willie
(using my face), a Tarot reading and a horoscope (based on the date and time
of the breakthrough dream). But none of them really rang true.

Waking Life: The 10% Manifestation

I was running errands one day and musing that if I ever met Willie in waking
life, she'd probably not have that name. After all, I was Casey only in the
fantasy. So what name would she have, I wondered. "Diana" came to me. Two
days later I walked into a new job and met the woman I was replacing. She
was of Anglo descent, not Afro-American, but that didn't stop me from
chuckling at her name. It was Diane Wills. I had imagined that Willie's
childhood home would be in Carson City, Nevada. That's where Diane and her
husband were going to retire.

Because the horoscope based on the date of the breakthrough dream didn't
feel right, I decided that, if I were to guess Willie's astrological sign,
she would be a Leo. Then I had a dream that Willie and I would meet in
Mexico. By this time, I didn't take it very seriously. Nevertheless, when my
husband and I journeyed there, a black woman was part of our tour group. I
mentioned dreams; she was interested in New Age phenomena. After talking
with her, I discovered that she was the mother of a single son, like Willie.

She was a vegetarian, like Willie. And she was a Leo.

Every once in a while, I'd have synchronicities like these. Bits and pieces
of the fantasy Willie would come true, but never the whole package. At
first, I was frustrated, then disappointed, then resigned. I tried my best
to create my own reality in the waking state, but it proved to be a far more
difficult task than influencing dream with imagination. How much actually
came to be? "About 10%," Willie had suggested in a lucid dream. That may be
an overstatement.

The Letdown

Through all my seeking of her asleep, I learned a lot about the lucid
dreamworld. The exploration was fascinating, whether I looked for Willie or
not. With increasing frequency, I did other things. Willie was so elusive
that she was becoming an in-dream jokester and I was not enjoying the joke.
I felt rejected, ignored, conned, let down. Funny thing, the breakthrough
dream had prefigured this. When Willie told me, "You were once my mother," I
tried to understand.

"You mean in another existence?" I ask.

Willette does not respond verbally, but half turns and looks off toward the
clouds. The clouds are white and billowing as if in anticipation. They form
a corridor through which a patch of blue sky can be seen. The sky brightens,
taking on the silhouette of a robed Christ-like figure. As I watch the
figure approach, I become more and more hesitant, fearful of being misled
spiritually. I'm convinced Willette's comment means that she believes in
reincarnation. Willette gestures with her arm to indicate that this god-like
figure is coming halfway to meet us. "You mean Jesus?" I ask doubtfully.

Willette gives no answer. I worry that the figure might not be the "true"
divinity sanctioned by the Church. "Why am I hesitating?" I ask her, though
I know the answer. There must be some way out of this dilemma. I mentally
flail around, searching for a reason not to go. (Where was I going anyway?
To my death? Would I ever come back?)

Ah-ha! I find an excuse; Willette's answer has given me the key. I remember
- I am wife and mother to my own two children. They need me. I can't go yet.

In fact, as I remember, superimposed on the scene is a mental impression of
my bedroom just outside the closet doors. I seem to be in two places at
once. Standing in my bedroom. And standing in the dream. "My children!" I
proclaim.

Willette looks at me seriously. "There is something unresolved here," she
says as she releases me. I fall backwards and down out of the sky. I wake
with a jerk, as though I have just crash landed on my bed.

The elation of meeting Willie was tempered by the spiritual conflict I'd had
to endure. And then, when I didn't do what was expected, I was dropped like
a hot potato. Some friend. I ignored this part of the dream. It made me feel
too uneasy. I was trying to think positively about dream Willie. Repression,
big time.

The issue of whether the god-like figure was really Christ became moot when
I left Catholicism soon thereafter. I never thought the Christian god would
respect me enough to meet me half-way. To indicate that I was remaining
neutral as to its identity, I called the figure "The Cloud Walker." Six
years later, I finally got up the courage to incubate a return to the
breakthrough dream. I didn't encounter Willie, although Jan accompanied me
for a time. It turned out that there were two Cloud Walkers. One of them was
a kindly gentleman named Da'caug. The other one was me! You can read the
dream and make of it what you will. I thought it was amazing, euphoric and,
at its conclusion, a bit humorous. What a delightful change from the
sensations I'd experienced at the end of my breakthrough dream. I felt quite
resolved, thank you very much. About the Cloud Walker, that is, not about
Willie.

The energy to have Willie dreams seemed to be winding down. Perhaps the
reserves I had accumulated during 30 years of fantasy were being depleted? I
sought her less and less in lucid dreams. I saw her with diminishing
frequency in non-lucid dreams. Elation and anticipation were replaced by
disappointment. I was angry, at her sometimes, but mostly with myself.
Willie was a trickster and I was a fool, or so it seemed. Cynical, I became,
about the whole affair.

Grounded Once More

After speculating in the stratosphere, it took years to get grounded again.
Thank goodness, I had a ground to fall back on. I had built its foundation
with my research into telepathic and mutual dreaming.

After everything is said and done, who is the only creature who can serve as
a reality check on dream characters? What sort of character can give you
feedback as to whether or not your assumptions are accurate? There's only
one. A cooperative, fully alive, physical human being.

Last in the series - Back to Verification: Mutual Dreaming See LDE 37.

http://members.aol.com/caseyflyer/flying/dreams.html (Dream Flights)


Reluctant Willie

Lucid, I yell, "Willie, Willie!" remembering how many times this has not
worked to bring Willie to me and I feel my emotions move into despair. This
time, I halt them and affirm my desire instead. "I've got to believe I can,"
I think to myself.

Around the corner of a light green house, a slender, but not thin, Black
woman strolls towards me, dressed in slacks and a shirt. Is this Willie? I
feel myself start to doubt and stop myself, as if holding my breath. As the
woman comes my way, something like a banner of dark long hair furls out
between us to hide her face. I hope that she really is Willie and note that
she is sporting an Afro. Will I never see her face? I wonder. Then I affirm
that I will hold onto the dream until I do.

She comes around the obstruction and takes me by the left hand with a "come
with me, I want to show you something" attitude. (She may actually say this,
but the exact conversation is unremembered.) Her hair metamorphs a couple of
times from the Afro to several versions of less kinky hairstyle, although
all are mid-length. The last has convoluted curls on top and a fairly
straight bouffant. She is slightly taller than I and younger than I
expected. I think, "I've never seen her so close, so long." We walk along
the sides of what seem to be shop fronts. Finally I stop her and ask,
frowning, "What's taking you so long?" meaning to meet me in waking life.
When she starts to answer I realize I need to ask an even more specific
question. "Are you going to come into my reality?"

As she smiles and looks off to my right, I notice her slender facial
structure and cocoa complexion. "I'm waiting, too," she responds. "Next week
sometime," she says turning back to look at me with a wink.

"Next week! Ohh!" I exclaim in astonishment and gratitude. As I awake, I am
aware we are still holding hands.


Unfortunately, Willie never did show up that next week. Not in the waking
state, not in the dream. I was disappointed, discouraged, disenchanted. I am
in a meeting room filled with people seated at rectangular tables.
Willie is seated across from me. I lean forward urgently, asking if she is
now living in this world and get an affirmative answer. I may also ask about
doing a project together. Then I stand to see her smiling but leaning
slightly away from the table with an aura of self-confidence (like she knows
she can join me but doesn't have to commit herself).

This connection has been intense, almost to the point of lucidity. I go into
the next room and gain some additional self-awareness when I wonder what
name Willie would have in this life. As if in my imagination, I get the
impression of two names, the second ending with an "sey" like in "Morresey".
The room is a bar filled with people. Gazing at a row of women seated at the
bar, I finally gain full lucidity.

I suddenly realize that I have seen Willie in an earlier part of this dream.
"Willie! Willie!" I bellow, facing the women, who look at me askance. I'm
ready to bolt for the next room, but stop to offer an apology for my
behavior. "Excuse me, I'm lucid," I say and leave. I quickly walk to the
meeting room, which is still filled with people, sitting and standing about.
"Willie!" I call again. When no one responds and I don't see her, I hurry on
to the next room. This one is a huge auditorium with descending seats to a
stage on the right-hand side of the room. It, too, is filled with people. I
call out Willie's name again, my eyes sweeping the room.

Someone with mid-length curly light brown hair steps directly in front of me
and the two of us sit down on the steps. "What do you know about her?" s/he
asks, referring to Willie. I try to remember our conversation at the table.
"Only that she was born in this world, which says mountains," I reply. I
recall that I had been wondering if Willie would remain a discarnate
throughout this life.

"Do you know anything about her family?" "First I thought she was alone," I
reply, thinking hard and picking up more imagery, "Then I got an impression
of a lot of problems, so I don't know."

Those lucid dreams, in which I remembered to or wanted to look for Willie,
were so infrequent that I pursued the elusive will-o'-the-wisp for many
years. This dream was the turning point.

I'm in a large room filled with women. "Willie! Willie!" I yell. In response
some of the women in the first row seated facing me change color from white
to black. But it's a "fake" change, like overlaying one transparency over
another and I'm amused/irritated to see that their features haven't changed
from Caucasian either. "Do you know how long I've been looking for that
woman?" I ask the group rhetorically.

"How long?" responds a woman's voice to my right. I turn and discover I'm
seated on top of a counter along with a whole row of women. "Since 1982," I
reply. "March 8th, 1982, as a matter of fact."

A woman rushes past me down the aisle. Another woman perched on the opposite
side stops her with, "The woman (meaning me) wants to talk to you about the
mesh."

Is the woman in the aisle Willie? I look at her back and notice her bouffant
black hair, trying to decide if she's Black or White. She hesitates, then
continues on. I watch her, tempted to jump down and follow. But I stop by
telling myself, there ain't no way I'm going to run after her if she doesn't
want to see me.


Return to the Breakthrough Dream

I am journeying down a single-lane dirt road through a hot, flat desert on
my way to a distant city. Then I decide I don't like to travel that way and
rerun the scenario, this time in a hot-air balloon. My friend Jan is with
me. Problem is, the winds could carry us anywhere in the desert, where we
might die of thirst. So Jan checks out the water supply, in tanks that look
like scuba gear.

Finally, I decide I don't want to go that direction at all and turn around,
back the way I've come. I gaze up at the distant mountains that parallel the
right side of the road. They seem to come together at a single peak which I
know is the "north pole." Then I realize that it looks that way because I
can see the curvature of the planet. Wow, this must be a small planet for me
to be able to see its curvature so well! The scene makes me slightly giddy.
I realize I'm not on Earth.

As I bring my gaze down, I find myself standing at the edge of a
semi-circular cliff. Beyond, white clouds swirl, obscuring the view below,
but I know that they mask a bottomless abyss. In fact, it seems that if I
could look through the clouds beneath my feet, I'd see more blue sky and
finally the blackness of starry space, as if the cliff is suspended like one
of those "cities in the sky." In front of me in the distance are the
multi-forms of layered clouds and the shadow of a building nestled into the
cliff. Above this panorama is the limitless expanse of the blue heavens.

Knowing full well I might fall, I decide to step off the cliff. What a
thrill to realize that I don't drop! Not even a little bit! Instead I skate
forward across the top of the puffy whiteness. I have conquered my fear and
with what wonderful results! I can feel the wind stream past my face and the
sun's warmth on my shoulders. The feeling of wonder surges up from inside,
straining to meet the expansiveness of the outer scene. I fling my arms wide
as the feeling inside my body fulfills itself in ecstasy. This rush of
energy brings me to lucidity.

I land at the building across the cliff and enter via the door. There are a
few people about in this elevator foyer, but one man in particular steps
forward to greet me. He speaks some phrases in an unfamiliar language. "I'm
awake...on earth," I exclaim, alerting him to my degree of consciousness.
"Earth" is a lower case word, very, very far away. His eyebrows go up and
his eyes sparkle as he realizes that I am lucid.

"What is this place?" I ask curiously. "Phobe," he replies emphatically,
rhyming the word with "robe." I remember him using that word when he first
addressed me. "Phobe?" I ask excitedly, "You mean one of Jupiter's moons?"
"No," he replies, furrowing his brow in concentration. I get the impression
of a spot in the far distance of a horizontal plane.

"What is your name?" I inquire. He tells me. "Da'caug," I repeat slowly,
carefully. It sounds like "Da-cawg."

Da'caug takes my hand in his. He feels so familiar, like family. I realize
that while he's serving as my guide, he is also according me great respect,
as if I were a colleague. We tour the back side of the building, ending up
at the far side of the cliff. This time I force myself to look down into the
white clouds and see far below me, the edge of a cosmic ocean. Hands firmly
clasped, we both push off from the cliff and once again I experience the
ecstasy of flying while standing up.
We return to the building and enter another door into a room busy with the
atmosphere of commerce. There are people in check-out lines, as if
purchasing items in a gift store at a lodge. The whole area now has the
feeling of a national park. A woman walks by, one I recognize from the first
room.

"Hilda?" I ask Da'caug if that's her name.

"No, Ada," he replies. "She doesn't have a ____."

I don't catch the word but it seems like "soul," though I know that's not
it. Da'caug seems genuinely perplexed, like he can't figure out what she is.
I get the impression that she is more solid and doesn't have the same kind
of spiritual emanations that the other people in the scene do. I look at
them, concentrating, trying to see their auras myself, but all I see is a
shimmer as their forms temporarily dissolve and then refocus into sharp
outline.

"Auras," I say, "How can you tell?"

"There used to be a brochure," says Da'caug, looking around for one. Am I
supposed to buy it? No, Da'caug is going to give it to me, but is unable to
locate one. Instead, he starts telling me how to see auras. His words
resolve into a couple of lines of print in a book. I get the impression that
"seeing" auras is equivalent to seeing an additional layer of information
overlaid on the printed words.


(NOTE: Phobos, who in mythology was an attendant of Ares, is actually the
larger of the two moons of Mars. Its root is "-phobe" which is Latin for
"fear." But after the initial trepidation, I certainly experienced none of
that! Actually, the scenario was the antithesis of fear, perhaps where the
"other side" of our fearful selves dwell.

I had been incubating to "go home;" to find Willie so she would take me
"half-way" to god, as in the breakthrough dream. In a later dream of the
night, I became lucid in a room, paused to gather my energies, and called
out "Where are you Willie?" But the effort cost me the dream.)


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Dream: New England Armadillos
A Lucid Dreams
Stan Kulikowski II

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DATE : 11 dec 2005 10:10
DREAM : new england armadillos, a lucid dream

=( yesterday was saturday. i spent most of the day grading the student web
sites in my web design course as the semester is just ending, my last final
exam given on friday. during the evening i took a break to watch some
blockbuster videos with mother as we usually do on saturday, then i finished
evaluating web sites around 01:30 and got to sleep. i woke around 05:15
without any dreams that i could recall and got up to run my grading software
since i could not get back to sleep. around 06:30 i started to eat some
crackers but i remembered that i had not taken my morning blood sugar
measurements, so i took one then. 212 which is really bad since my morning
sugars are usually around 120. i had eaten a lorna doone cookie and two
dried apricots about an hour earlier without thinking about them, so my
blood sugar reading will be messed up today since i am out of the usual
eating pattern. i went back to bed at 06:45 and feel asleep rather quickly,
trying to remember not eat anything until at least 10:30. )=

at the base of the hill, just before the amherst town commons begins with
the downtown buildings, i can see the old greenhouse where i store some of
my things. this space was given to me by the landlord of my apartment which
is at the top of the hill. i am just going down to the greenhouse to check
on the few crates and boxes that i have in there.

the greenhouse has a waist-high foundation made local stones mortared
together then the walls and roof of glass panels that have been whitewashed
on the inside. it is always a little warmer inside, but since this
structure has been abandoned for its agricultural utility, it has that
dusty, arid atmosphere of a neglected storage area. over on the right side
just as i enter, i find a large antique chest which has some of my things in
it.

the flat square lid of the chest creaks as i open it. inside i find several
shoe boxes with small things in them. mostly this chest contains the yellow
white skulls of various animals that i have collected over the years. the
smaller ones which are more fragile have their own smaller containers,
usually made of clear plastic or thick cellophane. i move several of the
shoeboxes around to see the larger skulls underneath them. everything seems
to be here just as i left them. but as i go to replace the last shoebox,
its side tears open and most of its contents showers into the bottom of the
chest.
damn, now i need to find a new shoebox and empty the entire chest to
retrieve all of this.

i carefully close the flat lid of the chest and look further down the rows
of benches where i have some gardening tools stored. i am thinking that i
will leave and go back to my apartment on the hill when several young men
come in. they are not carrying anything with them, so i am wondering what
they are doing here since they are obviously not any of my neighbors. i
worry that they may be here to steal something since i left the padlock off
the door when i came in.

i watch them go down the rows of boxes and crates in here. i doubt that
anyone would want to steal my skulls or old garden tools but there may other
things in here of value. eventually i clear my throat to get their
attention. "you boys leave anything in here?"

one of them comes over with a threatening look on his face. "we know about
that marijuana you grew in here." he says to me.

i am startled, but not worried. i have not grown any pot in here for
several years and they would have no proof since it was harvested long ago.
just seeing the potted plants, they could not be sure that i was the
planter, but still i do not want cause any trouble that might get my
apartment raided. i do not say anything as the boys file past me one by one
to leave.

after they leave, i replace the padlock on the outer door. i suppose i
should tell the landlord about their intrusion in here in case there is some
trouble later. i start walking up the hill toward home.

i just cross the road and walk a little way when i come to small shop that
has a short strip of grass then a small flower bed around the walls of its
building. on the border of its flower bed i see a strange creature. it is
a little larger than a rat but very thin like an african chameleon and
covered with a blotchy red skin, no hair or scales at all. it moves very
slowly with deliberate motions like a sloth. its mouth and jaws look like
pinchers, having no teeth inside when it opens them to lick some ants off
the flower stems. i think that i have never seen an armadillo in new
england.

some of the flowers move and i see another of its kind stick its head out
between the blossoms. soon i count five more of them hidden in various
places along the garden. i wonder if they have congregated to breed or if
they normally keep in groups.

leaving these curious creatures to feeding on their insects, i start on the
sidewalk up the steep part of the hill. i have to exert some effort to make
it up the grade, but i am accustomed to this walk. i catch up with a young
woman who is going slower.

"i think we are dreaming this." she says to me. "look up at the sky."

i look up at the sky at the top of the hill. it is mostly cloudy but a see
a bright spot behind a cluster of clouds where the sun must be.
then i see a patch of open sky a ways away from there where the bottom of
the sun is poking through. there can not be two suns in the sky, so i
realize that this must be a dream. i am indeed dreaming.

oh boy, i rarely get lucid moments in dreams but i know that i should be
able to take control of the experience with my conscious thinking and do
anything i want with it. i look at the woman and think that i might have
wonderful sex with her, but only for a moment without any intention behind
it. no, that would be a waste of such an unusual opportunity, so i spare
her my affections. flying-- i have not flown in a dream for ever so long
and i think that lucid flying ought to be less effort than my usual which is
often panic driven.

so i turn around and think that i would like to fly straight up from here to
cavort below those clouds. i see the horizon behind me is filled with a
large full moon, indeed so large it takes up almost half the sky. further
confirmation that this is a dream.

but nothing happens. i think happy thoughts like peter pan says we need to
fly, but i stay on the ground. i squeeze my arms next to body and
concentrate harder. i am doing something wrong. it should not take so much
effort to get airborne. usually when i dream of flying it is more like
swimming through a thick viscous air, but lucidity ought to allow me
carefree flight like people who born under air signs report. thinking real
hard i feel a tingle shower over me, much as i would think tinkerbell fairy
dust must feel, and finally i feel my toes just lift off the ground about
two centimeters. that is all the lift i can get by just willing it so, but
it is enough for me to realize the effect. i just hover there for a few
seconds. hardly cavorting in the clouds but it is flying of a sort i guess.

then i think that i wake up. i can see the clock beside the bed but can not
read the large red LED numbers on it. i reach over to fire up the bedside
computer as i definitely want to get this dream into the computer files
while it is fresh in my mind. it usually takes that laptop seven or eight
minutes to get itself ready for input so i wait.

then i am walking up the sidewalk of the hill again. this time i am pushing
a wheel barrow and accompanied by karen rehle and her husband. we are going
to the greenhouse at the top of hill to plant some seedlings for them. in
the wheel barrow is about a half bushel of manure that we plan to use as
fertilizer. i assure them it is rabbit droppings which i got from a friend.

when we get to the greenhouse, there are several older women inside tending
to their plants. we go over to an empty bench on the side near the glass
wall where i have a collection of empty terra cotta pots and potting soil.
i slop some liquid run off from the manure as i wheel over a rough board on
the floor. the liquid looks like it has green algae leaves in it.

=( awake at 10:10. the other awakening in the dream was false, just part of
the dream before my sleeping lost that brief experience of lucidity. i do
not understand if the false wake up was shallower since i saw my bedroom
maybe glimpsed it or deepening, a transition state of my mind returning to
its experiencing only condition. i suppose that the terms 'deeper' and
'shallower' are somewhat arbitrary usage. the dream seems to have a
symmetry to it, greenhouses at both start and finish, the early one at the
bottom of the hill just used for idle storage and the late one at the top of
the hill functioning for plant growth. i lived for fourteen years in or
near amherst massachusetts, but i never lived in an apartment near the town
commons, nor was it at the bottom of a steep hill. it is at the top of a
more gentle incline. i suppose there may be some significance to these ups
and downs in this dream. i do have a collection of animal skulls which i
keep in various places around the house, but in that large flattop chest i
store a collection of board games. i have rarely seen a couple of live
armadillos here in pensacola, usually they are seen only as roadkill, but
they are larger sturdy creatures than these small fragile animals in this
dream. karen rehle was a girl in my high school who i hardly knew at all.
i know nothing of her husband and she was not at my high school reunion
which i went to in september. my thoughts about dream flying and the
horoscope signs which people are born under are well established in my
thinking but they were not editorial opinions of
made just when i wrote this. i actually thought them while i was dreaming.
it is interesting to me that i was able to fly even a little without the
swimming efforts i usually make, but it seems somewhat disappointing that
lucidity did not allow for more exaggerated expression or control. perhaps
i am just not any good at lucid dreaming or maybe inexperienced. it seems a
waste of such an opportunity not to know what to do with total control when
i have it so seldom and so briefly. i suspect that better dreamers than me
can do it better, establish a plan for world peace or solve some intricate
problems of quantum mechanics. i could have looked for a predictive
distribution of prime numbers to prove the reimann hypothesis, but instead i
just settle for two centimeters of nonswimming flight. well, feeling the
fairy dust sprinkle over me was at least pleasant and perhaps i needed that
uplift. )=
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. stankuli@...



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THE VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE
Make Me an Instrument of Thy Peace
January 2006
Olivia Strand

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http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org
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Olivia Strand

A busy month for the Peace Workers on the Bridge! The View takes a look at
the Peace Festival in Norfolk, Virginia, running for three weeks and thus
almost up to Christmas. Jody’s son David returned from Iraq, and Ilkin’s son
found that his compulsory military service takes him to a town in southern
Turkey that seems just a bit too close to the Syrian and Iraqi borders for
comfort.


New People on the Bridge

We were joined this month by some new people and would like to welcome Lana
Nasser from Jordan, now living in Berkeley, California, and Denise Rodgers
from Texas.

Lana is working on obtaining grant funding for a project entitled 'Dance
around the world barefoot for peace', which she hopes to take to young
people, working with goddess myths and dance performance. If all goes well,
Lana hopes to produce a documentary about the project, as well as a multi
media performance. If you would like to know more, please contact Lana at
corpusenchantus@...

Denise: “My intention for becoming a member of Peace Bridge is to connect
with others who use both night dreams and day-time dreams to build bridges
to humanity. The "bridge" metaphor is what attracted my attention because I
have often referred to myself as one who helps to bridge the spiritual world
with the scientific world.

“In November, I began hosting an Internet radio show entitled "Beyond Your
Dreams: Exploring Myth, Meaning, & Metaphor in Night-Dreams and
Day-Visions". I decided to do the show (on my nickel) so I could make a
forum available for others who are doing good work in the field of dreams
and visions, & consciousness. A place where people can actually hear from
the old pioneers, like Barasch, Taylor, Van de Castle, Ullman. A forum to
hear about "Dreams to the Tenth Power" and the goals of Peace Bridge,
because people want to hear about these things.”

You can find more about Denise’s work on the IASD Bulletin Board
http://dreamtalk.hypermart.net/bb2005/index.php or you can contact her at
drodgers520@...


Our Sons and Daughters in Iraq

As many of our readers may already know, several of the people on the Peace
Bridge have sons or daughters placed in, or near, Iraq. Jody Grundy’s son –
Jody was recently interviewed in a programme by the CNN, speaking against
the Iraq war, and working in support of war veteran Marine Major Paul
Hackett who hopes to run for Senate for the Democrats in 2006 against Jean
Schmidt – Jody’s son David returned from his second term in Iraq last week.
Major David Grundy served as a doctor both terms.

More and more military personnel (in the US) speak out against the war in
Iraq, and I have to say it carries some weight with me when veterans and
currently or recently serving army people do so. Shortly before his return
from Iraq Major Grundy wrote an article, published in the Cincinnati
Enquirer, where he spoke in support of “Rep. John Murtha of Pennsylvania, a
retired Marine Colonel who earned a Bronze Star and two Purple Hearts during
the Vietnam War, stood up on the floor of the House to say, from the heart,
that the war in Iraq is a failure and that we should bring our troops home
soon.”

To see the whole article (assuming it remains on the website by the time you
read this): http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2005511270352


Bridge member Jeremy’s daughter and her fiancé were both posted to Iraq at
the end of the summer, and now Ilkin’s son faces many months of military
service in Turkey, near the Syrian and Iraqi borders – and we all feel for
them. Suddenly black and white, either or arguments seem more difficult, as
we have to put real names and real faces to the people our governments send
to serve at the front.


Norfolk Peace Film Festival

During the entire month of December several of the Peace Bridge members who
live in the Tidewater area of Virginia (Norfolk, Virginia Beach, Portsmouth,
Suffolk, Hampton) have been sharing in the creation of a Peace Festival,
with first-run documentary movies, video/discussion groups, seminars and
other activities. The seminars are being presented at David Gordon's Studio
for the Healing Arts.

On Friday, December 9, Bridge member Valley Reed, who also happens to be one
of the founders of the Crawford Peace House, was at the Festival with her
partner and Peace House co-founder, Hadi Jawad. Their seminar presentation
covered the vigil conducted last summer by Cindy Sheehan in Crawford, and
the other exciting events that have happened there since then. Never
missing an opportunity, Valley and Hadi stayed with Steve Swan while in
Tidewater, and Jean stayed there too, a virtual slumber party, joined by
other Peace Bridge members in the dream state. Other members of the Bridge
were invited to congregate there in the dream state.

In a seminar of her own, "Women and Children in War: Dreams of Peace", Jean
will present the World Dreams Peace Bridge Aid for Traumatized Children
Project, showing the PowerPoint presentation created for this years's IASD
conference, and sharing the article on the group's project, "Dreams and the
Children of Baghdad," written for the summer issue of Dream Time.

Halfway through this festival, and to tie in with the Iraq theme above, Jean
Campbell reported being part of a team of two who facilitated a discussion
of the films "Caught in the Crossfire" and "Operation Dreamland" at the Naro
Theater, as part of the Peace Festival.

“Although there weren't as many members of the military there as I might
have hoped, one interesting thing was that we had four members of the Army
Press Corps (public relations people), one of whom was in charge of
embedding the seven hundred members of the American press who covered the
story of the bombing of Fallujah. Well, of course, that made for a pretty
interesting discussion.

“One good thing was that a number of the members of the Tidewater Peace
Alliance attended the films, and the military spokespeople met with a far
more educated and articulate audience than they thought they might
encounter. For example, one man, a Vietnam vet, spoke about his experience
in the military, and then challenged the idea of "I'm just following
orders." He ended up asking the military people, given Bush's response to
terrorism, that if Bush were to ask them to take him (the speaker) out as a
terrorist, would they "just follow orders?" "You wouldn't come after ME
would you?" he asked. (Nervous titters from the audience.)”


DaFuMu in November

Our dreams this month sparked some interesting conversation, touching on
what lies at the core of the work of the World Dreams Peace Bridge – the
potential for change that lies in our dreams, and in reality creation.

But how can I do justice to the wonderful discussions that take place on the
Bridge?

“I don't know if recall is all that important. I tend to side with Robert
Moss, its about being CONSCIOUS in a dream, and what one brings back is the
message.” Ron

“Just watch people for a few days -- you'll notice they are constantly
jockeying for "rank" through words and actions designed to position
themselves vis a vis everyone else they come in contact with. I think this
forms one of the basic unspoken structures of human interaction, and should
be recognized so we can figure out ways to work around this tendency.” Gina

“I've always felt there was a 'pecking order', even just in social groups --
but never could put my finger on it or always hear the words -- 'you create
your own reality' -- to dismiss what I see to be true. How does the 'create
your own reality' mesh with this pecking order business?” Liz

“I think we create our realities - up to a point. That's actually one of the
things that I choke on most frequently with all the new age teachings,
'well-meaning' people telling me to think positive and create my own
reality. We simply cannot create our realities independent of those around
us…” Olivia

“…and again I find refer to an ecology – where it seems to me we CO create –
the rest of it is real, is Not us – AND – we, by our choices & actions, how
we hold it – have almost infinite effect. Isn’t it in how we 'take' our
reality that we create it? Not the arrogant stance that we make it all –
what we make is our part of the dance with it...” Anna

“I so resonate with the concept of co-creation that has both energies in it:
it holds space for our individual choices and our ongoing life learnings and
also holds sacred space for the communal and world energies that move in us
and through us constantly…” Rita

“Ron, I love the idea of Peace T.V. I've gotten more involved with media
again than I ever expected to do. Anne and others are looking into the
contract of the local cable station to see if independent programming is
still possible.” Jean

“I will dream the existence of a peace channel with you, Ron, to be created
in your lifetime.” Rita

“I hope so. I just found out there is a military channel. And of course
Eric and I just recently got our new gay channel LOGO. So if we can have a
gay channel, a military channel, gosh darn we ought to be able to have a
Peace Channel.” Ron

“Or, to paraphrase St Francis of Assisi: Make me a channel of thy peace.”
Olivia


Sound like fun? Come and join us on the Bridge!

http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org
http://www.worlddreamspeacebridge.org


And we shall see, what dreams may come.




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Nice Girls Don't Go Naked in their Dreams (or Do They?)
by Dave Lappin

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My wife, Brenda and I were at some friends house one night to play some
dominoes. At one point during the evening, we started talking about dreams
and particularly, being naked in dreams. I mentioned a recent dream where I
had been naked and very openly so. Brenda mentioned that she had rarely if
ever had a dream being naked.

Growing up, she was raised in a fairly strict family and was not able to
express herself like she would have preferred. She once got in trouble at a
young age for saying “Golly”, as her mother thought that was out of line and
just one step away from profanity. Later in her first marriage, she was
afraid to speak her mind without feeling the wrath of her husband. So she
grew up not being able to express herself openly. So, from the soul’s
perspective, it made sense that she hadn’t had any dreams of being naked.

It seems that I have had my share of dreams being naked. No, this doesn’t
mean that I secretly wish to join a nudist colony. I grew up in a fairly
open-minded family. My father was known to say just about anything, not to
provoke, but rather to just sometimes get a rise out of someone. We used to
call him a champion “Bullshipper.” I think that some of my dad rubbed off on
me.

Growing up, one of the neighborhood ladies use to say I was “such a nice
boy.” My oldest sister and I would laugh about that as we grew up. When
we’re “nice” we don’t say anything to offend anyone or speak our mind, in
general. Or do we? Society asks that we don’t “rock the boat,” but sometimes
it sure is fun to do it anyway.

From the soul’s perspective, being naked in a dream represents being open
and honest, particularly in regard to how openly you have communicated
(revealed yourself) to others. I can remember the many times that I have
revealed a part of myself to others in my waking life, only to be naked in
my dream the following night. Coincidence? No. Actually it serves as a
perfect metaphor with how openly we share ourselves with others.

I was giving a talk once to a service club. At the end of the talk, one
gentleman in the back yelled out, “You know, my wife always dreams about
being naked in church!” Well, that dream spoke volumes to me. Since being
naked represents being open and honest, I knew exactly the meaning of her
dream. A building in a dream represents a state of mind we reside in from
day to day. A church represents living in a state of mind representing
spirituality. So, I told that his wife is open and honest about her
spirituality. The man replied, “Yeah, she talks about that stuff all the
time.” Interestingly, a few months later I was giving another talk on dreams
to another service organization. The same man was there and again mentioned
that his wife dreams about being naked in church. I told him it means the
same thing as it did a few months ago!

How open and honest are you in your waking life? It is liberating being able
to speak your mind. You may find yourself, like my wife did, in situtations
where is was difficult to express herself openly. Once you take the steps to
say what you are really about the inner world takes notice. If you are
tentative about revealing yourself to others in your waking life, then you
will most likely have a dream where you are uncomfortable about being naked.

One night I dreamed about being naked while walking down a sidewalk. I then
saw a car coming in my direction and I openly “flashed” the people in the
car. I just let it all hang out in my dream state. This meant that I was
being the same way in my waking state. The day before I had gone on a job
interview and I communicated very openly about who I was and some of the
metaphysical beliefs I held. While I did not get the job (and glad that I
didn’t) I open about who I was. I guess I was a little shocked at how I
acted in the dream, as it certainly was an extreme for me, as naked dreams
go. I’ve had plenty of naked dreams, but nothing like this.

It is easy for us to view our dreams on purely a physical level. While there
is a connection from our dreams to our physical life, the real meaning is
gained from from understanding them on a spiritual level. The spiritual is
who and what we really are. You will find that you will not die if you
openly reveal to others things about yourself not revealed before. Try just
openly revealing something about yourself that you normally wouldn’t. You
might mention to a friend that you lack confidence in an area of your life,
for example. Part of life is learning to transcend our fears. By
communicating to your friend that you lack confidence, they just might be
able to help you overcome this lack of confidence and help you move on with
your life.

By the way, my wife has started to have naked dreams. As she has begun to be
more open in who she is with others, it is no wonder. She even had an
intimate encounter in one dream, but that is for another article.

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Dave Lappin He has been interpreting and teaching about dreams for over 15
years. He has appeared on radio and TV across the Midwest. As well, he has
given talks to a wide variety of groups across the Midwest regarding dreams
and other metaphysical topics. Dave is also a Reiki Master, artist, and
writer. You can visit Dave’s website at:
http://www.understand-your-dreams.com
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The Dream Section Editor is on vacation this month. In place of the Dreams
Section, I'm including part 1 of a collection of computer dreams from "Gem".


02/11/2003)
I was communicating with someone about catalyst. I saw communicating because
I don't know if it was by phone or email or on catalyst. I said that I had
decided to at least come in and establish my presence in dissertation
proposal writing. There was some conversation about my continued confusion
about not being able to be in dissertation seminar this semester when I was
in it last semester, and having to go back into dissertation proposal
writing instead. (79 words)

02/12/2003)
Bill C and I were working on some marketing materials. We were playing with
different color combinations and such for the website, color backgrounds on
postcards and color text. Could we do a white background with a silver font?
(39 words)

02/15/2003)
I was continuing the computer work that I was doing all day. (12 words)

02/27/2003)
I was working at the computer in an Excel spreadsheet. I was trying to
figure out how to print the spreadsheet and show the row numbers but having
the row numbers start with the actual data and not start by numbering the
header row. (44 words)

03/16/2003)
I was at the University of Encino. I was sitting in a room working at a
computer. It was at a table with a high stool type chair. There wasn't much
room. There were rows of table without much room between them. I was sitting
there working at the computer and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that
Bill D was trying to sneak up behind me. I turned around and saw him. He
came around the other side of the table and said, "Hi Sweetie." We hugged.
We chatted very briefly then he turned and walked away to put something in
his office. His office was not very far away. He was wearing navy blue sweat
pants and a striped shirt and tennis shoes. As he came back out, I was
stretching and rubbing my eyes because I had been looking at the computer
screen so long. He said something about that. I said I just forgot to bring
my eye drops with me. I said I should probably go try to get some. He told
me where the nearest drug store or something was. He said, "Of course,
they're going to be getting ready for the St. Patrick's Day parade now."
Then he was saying something about the fact that they don't get as many
people coming in there as they used to because they're located in a small
strip center. The big strip centers are in other locations and not as many
people come in there as used to. (255 words)

05/07/2003)
I was sitting at a computer working and Matt was sitting next to me. But he
was only 5-6 years old. He was sitting there talking about helping me. He
said, "I know how I can help you. I can help you enter things." He was
referring to entering references into my Endnotes software. I said, "Do you
really think you can help me with that? You're kind of little to do that
aren't you?" He said something to the effect that he can help. I turned and
looked at him and said, "Well, here's what I think. I think I'm dreaming
right now. And, in waking life you're alot older and I asked you to help me
with this and you started and you did a good job. But, now, in this dream I
don't know. You're kind of little." He said, "Whooaaa!" (144 words)


07/13/2003)
I was on a business trip with Bill C. We were in a hotel room. Actually I
was there and Bill came in. The room had two double beds. I was going to
sleep in one and he was going to sleep in the other. In this dream it was in
my head that this was just the way we always did it. We were talking about
related to business as he was getting ready for bed. After he was ready for
bed he came to my bed and started to climb in. I was lying where he was
trying to get in. He said, "What do you mean what am I doing? You know what
I'm doing." I didn't. I went ahead and moved over and he got into bed with
me. He kissed me. I was thinking that he wasn't a bad kisser and then I
thought he could move a little more but still not bad. At some point Bill
became Daniel. Now we were on...I was on a bus and Daniel got on the bus and
at first, even though there was an empty seat next to me, he took a seat a
couple rows back. This was a very short bus. Not a typical bus. Maybe only 5
or 6 rows of seats. There were 3 seats on one side of the aisle and maybe
2-3 on the other side of the aisle. I got up and went back and sat next to
him. I put my hand through his arm, at his elbow. We were talking and he was
kind of upset about something, not upset at me. He got up and moved into
another seat then. I thought I would just let him go. This bus had alot of
black people on it. In fact, I think Daniel and I were the only white people
on the bus. I turned around a couple of times. I finally asked one of them
if the white guy was asleep. They said yes. We pulled up. I guess he woke up
and got up and came and sat next to me again. We pulled up to this place
where we were getting off. We got off and we were walking together and again
I had my hand in his elbow, holding on at his elbow. [This seems to be one
of those dreams that every time I go back to sleep the dream continues.] It
continues to be something about finding the document or something on the
computer. I don't know what computer we're using since we are on the road
traveling. Something continues about or related to him kissing me and
related to the fact that my shoulder was bothering me. (437 words)

07/25/2003)
The old music group The Monkees wanted to make a comeback. Someone was
trying unsuccessfully to help them. I made some suggestions that fell on
deaf ears. The band members had mixed emotions about the comeback. Micky was
the one that wanted it most. Peter and Mike were easily able to let it go. I
don't remember hearing Davey's feelings about it. Mickey wanted the comeback
very badly and was very upset that it wasn't working out. I got a call from
an agent or some such person in California. She wanted to come meet with
them. Someone had suggested that she meet Mickey in BroadRipple near the
train station. I called her and asked if she would be staying in town and
she said that she would be returning to CA on the same day. I then suggested
that they just meet at the airport. It would be easier for everyone and save
her time. She said that was a good idea. She gave me her flight information,
airline and flight number, and told me to have him meet her at baggage
claim. After I finished speaking with her I realized that I did not get her
flight number nor did I make arrangements for how they would find each
other. Then I realized that she might know what Mickey looks like from past
TV programs and albums. I called Mickey and shared the good news. I told him
he could get online and look up her flight to see what time it arrives.
Since she is leaving the same day I thought it was odd that she would want
to meet at baggage claim. I have the sense that she was going to have
baggage with her but I don't know why she would. In the next scene I was at
the airport and met her. I was sitting and chatting with her and employees
from the airline came up and spoke with her. They obviously knew each other.
I summized that she used to work for the airline. We went to sit in a
different place in the airport, at a small round table. A gentleman came up
to bring us something and he knew this woman also. They were old friends. He
was tall, average build, brown hair but balding, and wore glasses. He had on
a white shirt. He worked there, maybe at a restaurant at the airport. As we
sat there we were watching this large crowd of people, mostly women, yelling
and screaming. It turns out they were watching the Monkees perform. I said
to this woman, "See how much they love them?" She nodded her head yes. I
don't know if this was happening live or on TV. The woman's male friend came
up to the table again and as he began to walk away she said, "Oh. I'm sorry.
Let me introduce you to my dear friend Mark." He turned back around and
shook my hand. I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring but had the
impression that he was single. I don't know what gave me that impression. I
was thinking what a nice man he was. A little later the woman and I were
sitting and talking with him. He had something written across his forehead.
It was probably five or six lines of text, very clearly readable, and an
arrow with a red stem and blue tip. There was also a birthmark that looked a
bit like an x. At first I thought the text and arrow were there for medical
reasons and I felt sad for him that he had to live with that and how that
must get people's attention and cause them to stare and such. It was
impossible not to notice if you look at him but I tried not to look at it
long enough to read what it said. I finally gave in though and read it. When
I read it, it seemed to be there for fun, saying something about beer and I
don't know what else. Then I thought it was just odd. (684 words)

07/23/2003)
I was trying to find some pictures on the IDA website that I was looking for
to download. I was having trouble finding them. I finally did find them, or
at least some of them. But they were all part of this file that I had to
download. In this file there were also a lot of the graphics that were used
to create the website. After I finally found the file and downloaded it I
was going through it trying to delete all of those graphic images that I
didn't want or need so I was left with just the pictures to go through.
Maybe I was going to go through those as well and delete the ones I didn't
want. (122 words)

07/27/2003)
I was at work. Bill C and I were learning and working with some kind of new
computer technology. We were learning the ins and outs of how it works. It
was really cool but I can't explain it. (39 words)

07/27/2003)
At one point it seems as though I am myself and at another point it seems
that I am Carly from some daytime soap opera. Early in the dream Carly had
been kidnapped. Her boyfriend, Jack, who is a police officer, found her, but
didn't tell anyone right away that he found her. They made love. I don't
know why he didn't tell anyone that he found her. Later in the dream she, or
I, am with a young college boy. Some other woman found out that she/I was
kind of seeing this young college guy. He was into computers. That's what he
was studying. I'm in this room with this other woman. There are empty boxes
under this cabinet. One of them is evidence that he is using AOL. The other
is evidence of where I/Carly am. This other woman realized that Jack had
found me but didn't tell anyone. She also knew that this guy wasn't supposed
to be using AOL at school so she wanted to expose both of us. I was trying
to get her not to. I'm not sure why. I hid the box that would let people
know that Jack had found me. I kind of stashed in towards the back of the
cabinet behind something else. I did the same thing with the AOL. Now the
college guy is working on a project with some classmates. I see his laptop
sitting. We're in a mall now but he is sitting with all of these six-foot
long folding tables. His laptop is sitting on one of these tables at the
front of the room right by the door. There is a big red button on the front
that says AOL. It's maybe 1 by 2 inches long. It identifies that he uses
AOL. I saw it and knew that it had something to do with this woman who
wanted to expose him so I turned it off. I hesitated to interrupt him
because he was working with his classmates but decided to anyway. I went up
to his left side and bent down and tapped him. He leaned back in his chair
and I whispered to him what I had just noticed. He wasn't all that concerned
about it. I told him that this woman wanted to expose him but he just wasn't
that concerned. Now I'm going through a large department store in the mall.
I'm on the first floor and I'm walking through a children's clothing
department. I go to the escalator. The two escalators, up and down, are
divided by steps. It is a really steep staircase so I decided to take the
escalators. Instead of steps on the escalator it is flat like a people mover
but it goes up. I get on there and I stand to the left. I reached for the
rail but there is a woman who is taking the steps at the same time and she
grabs the escalator handrail. Since this is so steep I know I am going to
need to hold on so I grab the right handrail. I was kind of irritated that
this woman who was walking up the steps was in such good shape that she was
keeping up with the escalator. I was upset because I didn't think I was in
good enough shape to do that. I moved over to the right of the escalator so
I could hold on to that handrail. The escalators were much wider than they
are in waking life. Still, as it gets to the top I have to exert a lot of
energy and strength to hold on and get to the top. I almost have to pull
myself off. Then you walk a few feet and there is another incline and
handrail and I have to hold on to that handrail as I walk up this other
shorter yet steep incline. I have to pull myself along to get up that one. I
finally got up there and I'm walking around. I think I'm in the ladies
clothing department now. The college guy shows up and is walking with me.
We're walking through the various departments and he starts reading
something to me that he found. It's a piece of literature or something that
someone had written. It has lots of adjectives. It's very sensory. It talks
about smells and sights and such. I thought it was very nicely written and I
especially liked all the sensory details. He was kind of making fun of it. I
asked him if he had ever really paid attention to the sensory experiences in
his life, the smells, the sights, the sounds. He kind of laughed. I said I
guess that's a difference in our age. I am 20 something years older than
you. I started thinking about that...or maybe I was talking to someone about
it. Isn't it fairly common for very young men to fantasize about being with
an older woman and maybe that's all this was for him. Maybe his desire to be
with me was maybe just fulfilling some fantasy, wanting to experience
lovemaking with an older woman, what an older woman might teach him about
romance and intimacy. (870 words)

08/14/2003)
Someone was helping with my website and we were having a lot of trouble with
some of the pages. (19 words)

08/20/2003)
I was at the CT office. We had quite a few different websites. We were
making some changes in the copy and such of some hard copy materials and
then incorporating those changes into the websites. (36 words)

08/21/2003)
I was making some changes to my personal websites. It had something to do
with Matt and his roommates, maybe. Definitely Matt. I was talking to Matt
as I was doing it, telling him that yes it is tedious but if it's kept up,
and all the changes are made on all the appropriate pages that it is
certainly worthwhile doing. (61 words)

09/01/2003)
This dream had something to do with burning a CD for other people. I don't
know who "we" is. I don't know if we were doing this to sell them. There
were a couple of different pieces that were going on the CD. I wanted to
make sure that they got burned in the right order. I also said when people
put the CD in their computer to play it they would see the name of each file
for each track. So I wanted to make sure that each track would be named
appropriately so it would make a good impression. There was also something
about dividing up the files or some such. Maybe the whole file didn't need
to be burned on the CD. (125 words)



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