Archive for August, 2007

control room

August 31, 2007

I am walking along a solid green wall made of some homogenous material. I am invited in through the wall. Passing through the wall is easy when you are invited in. There is no one who invites me in. I am just welcome. Inside the room is a control panel, about 5 meters wide. It has many dials and knobs. No computer screens. But it is very new and in pristine condition.


Escape from a tunnel

August 24, 2007

This is a part of a long series of repeating dreams from the 1980’s. Occasionally the dream happens again.

I am in a tunnel. In this instance the tunnel is long an narrow. I am manning an artillery position with several others. We are attacked by a bunch of trolls. They overrun our position. I am the only one to survive. The others are not killed, they are carried away.

military ants

August 17, 2007

I am looking down and across. I can see into the ground. A group has noticed that they have been spotted. They are in what looks like the base of an underground ant’s nest, but they are people and the chambers are people sized ones. They realized that they have been seen and quickly make an escape, up thought he tunnels, taking everything with them. They have crates that look like giant and flat ammo boxes.

 2006 – Seymour 

interrogation room

August 12, 2007

I am walking in a room deep underground. It is large and has 5 cm wide, brown, vertical wood planks around the out side, arranged around the out side of the room. But, under the wood, as on the floor and roof, is plain concrete. In the middle is a simple, empty, wooden seat used for interrogations. It has straps for the occupants arms. I approach the seat from behind and to the left. Off to the right of this seat is a door. It is hidden by the paneling, but I know it is there. I go though the door and turn left up a narrow stair. Sometimes it feels as if the occupant of the seat only just left. But I never know who this might be.

From many years ago in North Fitzroy. This used to occur quite often, but now it only occurs occasionally. Maybe once a year.

gunshots and smashed stacks of disks

August 3, 2007

this is very recent, from only two nights ago. I have not had a dream like it before.  This dream has visuals, but no sound or feelings.

I am siting down. Suddenly there is an explosion and my face is bleeding from shards of shattered DVD material. It has come from my stack of disks I used for backups that has been hit by a bullet. So I stop and have a look around. I am in a strange place. There are two other people there, in this place. I do not know who they are, but it correct that they are there. They help.

We go over the cause of events.  I was sitting in a terrace house, in the kitchen. The house is painted a soft pink with a little hint of peach. We leave the scene and head up to the front of the house. There is a street at the front and a lane at the back. At the front of the house is a 10 foot high brick wall and then a foot path. The road is a local street. We watch a man with a  shot gun sneak past the house and then around the lane-ways to the back.

 Then I wake up.