From: HeidiNKris [heidinkris@charter.net] Sent: Wednesday, October 04, 2000 6:41 PM To: Chris Spencer; Sabrina@charter.net Subject: Re: My dream last night. you are fucked up that sounds about right i had a very scary dream but i cant rememberit was so bad it woke me up thrashing and in a sweat i wish i could remember. did you get email about wand? ----- Original Message ----- From: Chris Spencer To: ; ; Sent: Monday, October 02, 2000 7:51 AM Subject: My dream last night. > I had a very distinct spiritually significant dream > last night... it corellates well in a few themes and > even a person from a dream Sabrina had as well as > Brian. Heads up for the symbolism - I will interject > throughout the dream what I felt different icons > meant. > > The dream began we me stepping off of an air plane > inside of a foreign country... I was walking out of > the air port and as I walked into the street a man in > a black trench coat, with an inspector's hat, and > black shades stoped me and asked me for me green card. > Realizing that I didn't have one I reached back > patting my empty back pocket, and told him that I left > it at the hotel in my wallet. Dirty Harry then said, > "Get in the car." We drove to the hotel, and once in > my room I found the contents of my wallet scattered > over a table... Harry standing behind me I waved my > hand over my drivers license and suddenly there was a > green card scotch tapped to the back of my license. I > handed it to him, and he scowled expecting me not to > be able to generate a green card - angerly he stomped > off. > > Okay, interp break one: The foreign country was > my > "natural" dream if you will, however - this Dirty > Harry spirit was there to try to pull back out of > it. Where he would have taken me? I'm not sure. > I was a little to into the dream for my conscious- > ness to pull a Brian Mcgee "You don't belong > here." > So instead, I generated a solution to the fake > problem. However - despite my creative solution, > my dream still shifted. > > I next was walking into a small bar/cafe/restaurant... > and sitting over at a table was bethany johnson (an > old friend), and two other girls. I excitedly walked > over to say hi, and gave each of the other girls a > hug, and then hugged bethany and gave her a small kiss > on the lips (at this moment, that part of me that > looks onto my dreams from an external perspective > cringed) > > I have no idea what this was, but I have a feeling > > it was actually being used as a way to lure me > into > an uncomfortable state of mind. Which I obviously > > failed to avoid, and ended up kissing this old > friend. It is also notable that as this happened > my consciousness split and I was both watching the > dream in disgust and living the dream. > > Next I was pulling up to my parrent's house at night > with Sabrina... her and I got out of the car at headed > towards the house... next - another old friend showed > up... a she grabed me by the shirt and started pushing > me away from Sabrina as fast as she could - > supernaturally fast. Once we were in the neighbor's > yard, she began saying, "Do you even know what > happened? Do you know what you did? Why did you do > this? Didn't you think that everyone would find out? > Why did you do this?" And there was a distinct > reference that I did something that she was > disappointed in, but not angery at me and trying to be > sympathetic... Sabrina finally caught up with us and > the dream changed again > > I have a feeling this was another test that I > failed (didn't score too high last night). Once > again - I have the feeling that this was the > next step in slowly setting the psychic space of > my > dream. I failed by not stopping the event. And > after this - my mind was a stage that these > spirits had set... now the actual show begins. > > I am walking through a candle lit restaurant - the > atmosphere was a very romantic place... and I don't > remember why I was there or where I was walking. I > passed a table with a small figured girl (Bree) was > sitting, probably 17-18 with blond hair down to her > shoulders. I stopped for some reason, and just looked > straight into her eyes (yes I know, STUPID - don't > stare in the the snakes eyes blah blah blah). The > instant that I did images flashed infront of me of her > and I very... er... um... passionately engaged. I > snapped clean away from the images, but not easily, > when returning to the restaurant she had a frustrated > look on her face - which quickly faded back to her > calm alluring side. I was about to sit down at the > table but something went wrong... > > Okay - now I've really gotten myself in over my > head > I let this slip this far and now I had things deep > within my psyche that didn't belong. This girl was > empathic, and also showed up in one of Sabrina's > dreams. This spirit was incredibly manipulative, > and succeed in getting me to do something that I > would never do. Those passionate images I'm sure > were her projection, towards me - thus the > frustration when I shook out of them. However - I > was a bad psychic and sat down at the table - an > obvious acceptence of her. I can't believe how > stupid I was acting in this dream, but my > conscious- > ness was split, so not all was lost. > > Final scene of my dream was me sitting on a picnic > table in my parrents back yard. Once again it was > night, and I knew that there was something going wrong > inside of my parrents living room. I saw some > headlights pull up the drive way. I walked back to > find a red mclaren F-1, with Jason Peech(sp?) behind > the wheel. There were 4 other people in the car, but > the passenger seat was open... I opened up the door > and asked him what was wrong, he said he was having > car trouble but to hop in. So I did, and we drove > down highland road... end of dream > > Notice how after I pulled out of the restaurant, > the > next step back was my parrent's house. So you > could > almost road map my dream: the foreign country > being my dream; the bar/cafe/restaurant as one step > > away from my dream, and two steps away from the > restaurant; my parrents house as being two steps > away from my dream, and one step away from the > restaurant; and finally the restaurant as the stage > for some event (probably meeting Bree). Back to > the interp - Jason Peech probably wasn't actually > Jason, but instead some other spirit who knew what > was going on and either took the form of Jason or > my mind saw him as Jason - either way he came to > help. After hoping in his car and him driving > away, > I woke up - so thus this spirit probably pulled me > from the hell that I had gotten myself into... but > it is notable that the direction that he was taking > me was towards Altoona - which is neither home nor > a place I see as psychicly safe... > > > In conclusion this was an example of a bad psychic > buny who got tricked into a dangerous situation but > was saved by some poor spirit who had to pull me out > of there. I'm sure that I was being completely > empathically pawned, and whoever did this also made it > a point to segregate my rational thinking from my > emotional being. Thus - creating a perfect empathic > ring to play with me, and isolating the one thing that > could yank me free. > > Any thoughts??? > > > Chris > > > Sabrina - please fwd this to Mcgee > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Yahoo! Photos - 35mm Quality Prints, Now Get 15 Free! > http://photos.yahoo.com/