Conference hydra::dejavu

    Oddly, yes, and a strange one.
    
    I dreamed I was piloting a DC-3.
    
    What was strange was that it was years before I got my pilot's license.
     However, as vivid as the dream was at the time I don't remember
    it clearly enough now to remember whether I executed correct flight
    procedures.
    
    But ist sure seemed real at the time!
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.
    

    	One point I thought interesting in the base note was that you
    didn't recall it until you were driving to work.  I have had many
    occassions where I would be performing some mundane chore and I
    would flash back on a dream I had of doing that chore.  Saturday
    I was helping my wife get ready for my son's 2 year birthday party.
    I was vacuuming the stairs and it hit me that I dreamed this event
    in the most percise detail many years ago.  The dream included my
    wife, kids, the house, the vacuuming, all of it.  I dreamed this
    long before I knew my wife or even worked at DEC.  Is this a dejavu.
    I recall one of the early notes on dejavu where one possability
    was that the chore triggered a feeling of recognition of the events
    and it only appeared to have been a dream.  It all seemed to real
    to have my mind play that big a trick on me.
    
    							Jorge'

    Re above:
    
    I believe this isn't a question of dejavus; rather, it's a question
    of a "fictional" dream that seems _very_ real, unless I'm missing
    the intent of the note.
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.
    

    I had no feeling of deja vu at all, just the memory of a dream the
    night before.  I remembered how real it seemed when I was dreaming.
    
    I have had dreams where I tried to tell people that this is just
    a dream.  I tried to prove it by flying and then fell down in the
    process.  I then thought that I was not dreaming because I couldn't
    fly. The car accident dream was very similar.
    
    		Dave

One of my all-time favorite dream themes is flying.  About 7 
months ago I went through a period in which I was focusing on my 
"dream self"--that part of me that stays conscious while 
dreaming.  As I became more adept at remaining conscious, I found 
I was able to fly better and longer in my dreams.  I could 
actually will it to happen.  Upon waking up, the memory would be 
very vivid.  (As I talk about this, it makes me want to resume 
that dream work again!)

During that period I was also working fairly intensely with a
group of people dedicated to psychic development.  One night we
did an exercise in which we divided up into partners (there was
about 14 of us that night).  Sitting down and facing each other,
both would go into a meditative state and each would slowly reach
out for the hands of the other, just lightly touching each other.
 One person (decided on before you started) would try to
communicate something to the other.  I decided to use the dream I
had the night before about flying over a canyon to teach my
partner "how to fly."  We did not indicate in any way what we
were going to send to the other beforehand. 

When the exercise was done, we went around the circle to share
our experiences.  When my partner described being in a small
plane flying over a canyon it made me realize how powerful dream
states can be. 

    To add another dimension to the discussion:
    
    When my sister was a very young girl (pre-gradeschool), she had
    a dream where she was playing with some colored sticks like the
    (then popular) pick-up sticks.  At the end of the dream, as she
    was awakening, she became aware she _was_ waking up; one stick seemed
    very pretty to her and she grabbed onto it, and refused to let it
    go.  According to her, when she woke up, she was still holding the
    stick.  [This was after a nap]
    
    The story is anecdotal, and she didn't tell me about it until after
    we moved (things like pick-up sticks tended to disappear in moves),
    so I cannot corroborate it first hand.  She did claim, however,
    that the "pretty stick" looked different (a different color) from
    the pick-up sticks she owned.

    Hypothesis 1:  She was lying or exaggerating.  [Unlikely, because
    she was at the "sense of wonder" age where she just related things.]
    
    Hypothesis 2:  She was mistaken; e.g., she picked up a different
    stick somewhere and forgot she had it before taking a nap.  [Possible,
    but unlikely because she was still pretty much at home and we didn't
    visit children enough for her to be likely to get a stick from them.
    Also, we had very few child visitors.  Finally, if she _did_ walk
    off with a stick from someone else's house, I'm certain my mother
    would have called it to her attention.]
    
    Hypothesis 3:  Someone slipped the stick into her hand while she
    slept and she "remembered" the dream when half awake.  [Plausible,
    but who would do that?  And why?]
    
    Hypothesis 4:  She didn't fully awakwen and _thought_ she had a
    stick.  [She claimed she played with it afterwards.]
    
    The remaining hypotheses are left as an exercise for the student.
     :-)
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.
    
    

    Hello.  This is my first entry into the world of noters.
    
    I remember most of my dreams quite vividly.  I have dreams, and
    I have experiences during sleep that I am quite certain are NOT
    dreams.  Most involve direct contact with persons who have passed
    on.  For example, a few days after the death of my father, I received
    a message in my sleep (did NOT feel like a dream) from my grandfather
    (his father).  It was simply the vision of my grandfather saying,
    in Yiddish, "Learnen sie mein kinde" (for give the spelling...I
    don't know Yiddish well at all), meaning, "Learn, my child."
    
    I have experienced many such events.  Anyone out there have similar
    tales?
    
    --Sheila

    	Hi, I have been reading this notefile for a while but have only
    made one entry so far. Its a large notefile and I was trying to
    read more before making any entries.
    	Anyway, I've had dreams that border more on halucinations. One
    when I was 4 1/2 - 5 kept my father awake all night smashing little
    red lobsters crawling up the side of my bed. Another, when I was
    about 14, involved waking up (opening my eyes) and seeing about
    a 18" long, 8" dia. very hairy and ugly black bug with lots of legs
    crawling towards my bed (in broad daylight). I closed and rubbed
    my eyes and when I re-opened them, it was gone. The worst was one
    that left me so scared I could not move or speak, and I tried both.
    	I was about 15 and had my own room in the attic. I had a closet
    door that was painted black. I was staring at the door and seen
    two little red spots. These red spots got larger and larger and
    took on the shape of eyes. These red eyes got about 4-5" in dia.
    and then came off the door towards me very fast and making a wooshing
    noise as they went past my face. Like I said I was so scared I couldn't
    move or speak. In all three of these dreams I thought I was awake
    but I guess I wasn't. I also haven't had any of these vivid dreams
    since the last one mentioned.
    
    RAYJ
    
    P.S. The last dream was probably a result of seeing the movie The
    Exorcist as the red eyes were exactly like hers.

    
      Here's a pair of variations on the same dream which repeated
    themselves frequently during my early childhood, less frequently
    as I gre older, and maybe once or twice in my early teens before
    they apparently vanished completely.
    
      Dream #1 -- I am drifting through an invisible medium, which is
    very smooth and through which I move easily.  It is a very pleasant
    sensation.  Sometimes I seem to be transporting myself across a
    very large room, with nothing clearly seen, but I am definitely
    moving.  I awaken refreshed and happy.
    
      Dream #2 -- I am drifting through an invisible medium, which is
    coarse, grainy, and has turbulent areas.  I move through it without
    difficulty.  It is an extremely unpleasant sensation.  Sometimes
    I seem to be transporting myself across a very large room with
    few things clearly seen, although now and then a large object looms
    up -- perhaps a huge chest of drawers? Am I in my own bedroom? I
    awaken tired, with a feeling of dread.
    
      Did anyone else share similar repetitive childhood dreams, in
    a similar pattern?  My theory is that they may have been at least
    in some measure memories from the womb, but where did the chest
    of drawers come from?  Maybe an infant memory of a huge mass of
    furniture near the crib?  Anyway, the diminishing frequency of 
    occurrence, dwindling away to none after the early teens tends to
    support the theory.
    
      Ideas, anyone?   Common memories?
    
                                                    -- Herb
    
               

    I am replying well after some others because I, too, have recently
    joined the world of noting.  Having read through more than 1000
    replies in this conference, I finally come across a topic I can
    add to.  [As of today, I have less than 1700 replies left to read!
    I should be caught up soon - perhaps by January.]
    
    Anyway, to the topic at hand:
    
    	I once had a dream that seemed slightly different, in that it
    felt real.  Quickly, it felt *very* real.  Realizing the possibilities
    of the situation, I tried to reach a friend 3000 miles away, by
    touch.   As I tried to touch my friend's shoulder, I could feel
    it - I guess that might have felt a little too real, or something
    else happened, because the dream stopped immediately.  I don't know
    whether that means that I woke up - I just know the dream was over.
    I can still remember the feeling of reality in the dream, and the
    (hyper-space?) travel across the continental U.S.
    
    The next day, I tried to confirm the experience with a phone call.
    No extraordinary results to report, I'm afraid.  But I did get a
    "thank you" for the thought.
    
    Typing this reminds me of a meditation experience I had, in which
    I was traveling in what some might call the "astral plain", though
    perhaps those "in the know" might say it was something else.  I
    came across bodies of swirling colors, which I clearly identified
    as close friends.  The patterns of color clearly denoted (to me)
    some of the qualities/problems of that particular friend, seen with
    more than my normal insight/criticism.  I traveled from friend to
    friend in this way, admiring the color manifestations of each from
    this point of view.   A week or two later, I told a friend about
    this; he asked what he "looked" like.  I had to reply (truthfully)
    that I hadn't traveled to see his "colors" (probably because he
    was 1500 miles away for a while, and wasn't much in my thoughts
    at the time).  He was *very* disappointed that I hadn't thought
    of him.

    	What does anyone think of the feasibility of the theory that
    dreams are our way of entering alternate realities we create with
    every moment of our existence?
    
    	To elaborate, there is the theory that there are whole universes
    created by the choices we make in every decision and action of our
    lives (this also applies to inanimate objects).  We have the choice,
    for example, to either sit down or stand up, but whatever one action
    we choose, there was always the possibilitty of our doing the other,
    so that possibility becomes the reality in another existence (proving
    this is not easy). 
    
    	So our dreams become ways of seeing - perhaps physically entering - 
    these alternate realities created by the choices of our actions. 
    Perhaps this is also why some dreams feel real; in a sense, they
    are, just not OUR reality.  We have these particular dreams because
    our actions make us physiologically (and psychically?) close to
    the alternate realities, as we did inadvertently (?) create them.
    My feeling is that they "stay" with us for a while because there
    is some kind of "balance" going on - we COULD have done this action,
    and it stays with us in a "close" alternate reality, but not our
    own, as two objects and events cannot co-exist in our Universe at
    the same space and time.
                  
    	Larry
    

RE: .11
    
    Seems *very* unlikely.  The dream worlds, whatever their nature,
    simply bear no resemblence to any alternate "real" universes.  The
    laws of dream worlds are not those of the waking world, and are
    not even consistent.  Alternate universes in the sense that you
    mean would produce worlds which seem to work much the same as the
    "normal" (a misnomer if ever there was one) but with major or minor
    details different.
    
    					Topher
    

    DREAMS SEEM REAL
    

I HAD A DREAM ABOUT A BROTHER WHO HAD PASSED ON.  THIS OLDER BROTHER
    DIED A VERY VIOLENT DEATH, AS A RESULT OF OUR CLOSE RELATIONSHIP,
    I WANTED TO BE WITH HIM AS WELL.  A FEW WEEKS AFTER HIS PASSING,
    HE APPEARED TO ME OVER MY BED (RAISED TOWARDS THE CEILING), AND
    INVITED ME TO COME AND JOIN HIM.  AS HE REACHED OUT HIS HAND TO
    ME, HE TURNED INTO A MONSTROUS DEMON.  I TRIED VERY HARD TO LET
    GO  OF HIS HAND, AND EXPLAIN TO HIM THAT I WAS NEEDED HERE.  I TRIED
    TO MOVE, AND TO WAKE MY HUSBAND...BUT I COULD NOT MOVE OR SPEAK.
     AFTER A WHILE THE APPARITION? DISAPPEARED.  TO THIS DAY I DO NOT
    KNOW IF WHAT I EXPERIENCED WAS A DREAM OR REALITITY?
    
    MY BROTHER'S DEATH WAS A SUICIDE?
    
    ANY INPUT?
    

    Re .13:
    
    First, _please_ don't "shout" (that is, shouting is using upper
    case only); it's hard on the eyes.
    
    >MY BROTHER'S DEATH WAS A SUICIDE?
    
    Is this a question or a statement?  If the latter, it might well
    be a dream, particularly if you view suicide as a sin.
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.

    You may shout if you want to my dear.  New noters frequently shout
    their first note... especially one as traumatic as your has been
    for you.  The sort of metaphysical experience you have had is not
    unknown to many of us.  My father used to appear at the foot of
    the stairs when my children were little and sleeping over my mother's
    house.  My son would frequently wake grandma to tell her that there
    was a man in a raincoat and hat (the clothes my father always wore
    to work) at the bottom of the stairs.  The lights in my mothers
    house used to go off and on too... as if he were playing tricks
    on us.  When I was alone in the house, I would ask if it were him...
    and the lights would flick again.. then I would talk to him... tell
    him that we were all ok and that he didn't have to stay around to
    take care of us anymore.  I loved him very much.
    
    I'm sure your love for your brother and the circumstances of his
    death must have upset you greatly and perhaps caused the apparition
    you saw to assume the form it did.  Suicide is considered a sin
    in most organized religions... but I don't believe that it does
    anything more than require us to relive the same experiences we
    copped out on.  When and if demons are able to assume life forms..
    I don't think they suicide... suicide is something done by the 
    confused and the unhappy.  Those who don't quite realize that if
    they can just hang on.. one more day... things will get better.
    Pray to which ever God you believe in for your brother's happiness..
    but don't worry that he is a demon in hell... For some of us.. this
    existence meets that qualification.
    Take care 

    to 97.15
    
    Thank you so much for your words of comfort.  I did not mean to
    YELL.  Now that the rules have been made clear, I will abide.
    "My brothers death was a suicide?, was meant as a statement not
    a question.  Just wanted to clarify that.
    
    Anyways.....Many Thanks to all.
    
    

    	I feel the majority of my recent dreams are actual higher 
    	plane experiences.
        
    	In the last year about 80% of my dreams have been about my 
    	Soulmate.  None of these dreams about him feel like they are 
    	just dreams.  I can't explain this feeling, but these dreams
    	are so rich with symbolisms emotions and so REAL -- often more 
    	real than how a day at DEC feels!!  *8-)
        
    	The latest dream was a couple nights ago.  It was night and
    	I was standing outside an apartment complex where I knew he
    	lived, but I didn't know which apartment.  A young boy on a
    	bicycle rode by and I asked him where my Soulmate lived.  (I
        do know who my Soulmate is but would rather not share those
    	details at this time.)  The boy told me it was the apartment
    	directly in front of me.  On my right were some stairs coming 
    	up to where I was standing, and as I looked down my Soulmate 
    	was ascending those stairs.  When he reached me I touched his 
    	arm and asked if I could see him tonight.  He said "Of course, 
    	here I am."
   
    	That is a condensed version minus the strong and lasting emotions 
    	I experienced during the *dream*.  Elation, apprehension, relief,
    	butterflies -- they were all there!
    
    	And now I hear soft knocking...  oh no, it's two men wearing
    	white coats...
    
   						Carla
    

    RE: .17
    
    I *thought* I saw a strange woman in my bedroom the other night!
     
    ;-)
    
    John M.

    TWO men, Carla?  Wait a minute, one of them must be for me!!
    
                           Deb
    
    

    Strange women indeed!
    
    Elizabeth

    
    Carla,
    
    Take two, they're small!
    
    Marion    ;^D
    
    
    

    RE: .21
    
    Hahahahahahha!
    
    That'll teach me to change the subject!
    
    OK, everybody, back to dreams.
    
    John M.

    	I must be dreaming.  The last couple replies couldn't
    	possibly be reality...
    
    					Carla
    

    
    	One Tuesday night I dreamed an entire Wednesday.   When I got 
    up I was certain that it was Thursday.    It took me until noon
    to discover what had happened.    I got caught while mis-dating
    a cheque at lunch...
    	It seemed to make that week exceptionally long.
    
    	Alan.

    Gee, we've got replies A to Z.

    .26
    I've heard other stories like that Alan.  I find them facinating.
    It sounds almost like missing time.  How much of "real" time is
    regulated by our sleeping patterns?
    Mary

    
    I often have dreams that I told someone something. The next day
    I have to ask the person if I *really* told them or if I just dreamed
    it. Sometimes I have told them, other times I haven't. Many times
    I have gotten into a bit of a jam because I was so *sure* that I
    had told them...

    I have heard a theory.  Some think that short term memory is converted
    over to long term memory at night (some do it during the day ;-)
    via dreaming.  If this is the case then dreams should approach reality 
    and vice versa.
    
    Stan

    This one is going to be very hard to explain but I'm hoping that
    noting it will make the memory less real.  About a week ago I had
    a _VERY REAL_ dream, forget the dream description this was a nightmare.
    
    In this dream I was there, but I wasn't me.  I was somebody with
    a measure of physical power and male (I'm female).  I could feel
    *everything* this person felt - everything from mental anguish and
    panic to the pounding of his feet on the floor.
    
    The dream started with the panic and him/me running into a house
    to save his children.  There were three beautiful blonde haired
    and blued eyed children who were being individually held by what
    turns out to be murderers.  One by one he/I enter a room to see
    an assaillant (?) holding one of the children, then violently killing
    them as he/I watched.  He/I then runs to another room to try and
    save the next one, but to no avail.
    
    This dream is very graphical and I still remember every minute detail
    of what happened.  This was the Reader's Digest version of what
    happened.
    
    There are some physical, emotional and personal difficulties which
    I think inspired this dream which I am not ready to talk about.
     What disturbed me then and still disturbs me now is remembering
    the FEELINGS and physical realities I experienced through or as
    this person.  I can still feel actual physical objects this man
    held in his hand - things I have never picked up or held before.
    
    Don't know if this was even worth your reading time,
      but every little bit helps me here.

    re: .31
    
        A brief *possibility* that jumped out at me while I read what
    you wrote is that perhaps that is a sub-conscious expression of
    what you feel it is to be a man.  That is, maybe there is an
    archetypical man within you that is this strong, negative-type
    of character.  Another possibility is that the sub-conscious was
    able to cull things from your unconscious mind in which perhaps
    a "tv" version of something you observed was displayed for you.
    Yet another possibility was a sub-conscious "remembrance" of 
    some former lifetime of your own.  Perhaps it was after a lifetime
    as that negative-type of man that you "decided" to return as 
    a "victim" of the character (to experience both sides of the coin,
    so to speak.)  But before that goes too far in your fantasy, let
    me add that even if that were the case, it could be "enough" to
    experience life as a woman, at all, and not necessitate all the
    "drama" as it were.
    
    Frederick
    

re :.31

   All anyone can do is help you interpret your dream.  Frederick's
   past-life possiblity fits, but if it doesn't 'click' with you then
   it's probably not it.  A common archtype in dreams, for women, is 
   the amimus figure (always opposite sex) but I've not heard of the dreamer
   feeling as if they were this figure.  Usually, they are in the dream
   with the dreamer.  However, because of the emotion and courage of this 
   individual it might be a possibility.  Briefly, the amimus figure would 
   be your sub-conscious image of the 'perfect' male.

   As for the 'murders'.  Don't look at them so harshly.  Many times death
   is a symbol of rebirth or something new.  In this case possibly, it may
   indicate parts of you (associated with childhood years) are dying off
   making way for some new part and doing so with much emotion.  The folks
   doing the murdering may be a key to what is trying to happen in your
   life.  One method (mentioned in another note) is to take a few quiet
   minutes and 'dialog' with them.  Revisit the dream and ask them why
   they are doing what they are doing and to what part of they are they
   doing it.  Then take on the role of the murderes and answer the questions
   with the first things that come to mind.  Don't force answers, just let
   them flow.  This sometimes will open a few doors to understanding the
   dream and what it is trying to tell you.

   Hope this helps.  If it doesn't seem to make sense in the context of
   how you feel about the dream, disregard it and look for some other
   answer.  Write it down and give is some thought, look for a theme and
   if there is a similar theme going on in your life. (ie, your masculine
   aspect is trying to prevent events from happening without success, stiring
   up a bunch of emotion in the process).

   Terry

    First and most important,
    
    	Thank you Frederick for taking the time to answer.  I've found
    myelf checking for replies often in hopes that no one else thinks
    I've lost my mind ; )
    
    Your response has made me think of a few things and want to clear
    something else up.  This Male I described you referred to as "strong,
    negtive-type of character".  What I felt wasn't negative from him
    -- it was fear (for the children) but mostly **helplessness** at
    being trapped in this tragic situation and NOT being able to do
    anything about it.
    
    Very interesting though your comment about what I feel to be a man.
     I used to often wonder until I REALLY became comfortable and confidant
    about who I am.  But you made me realize something I hadn't thought
    of: the reason I was in this male's body/mind/awareness.  The entire
    month of August is the time frame for this 'tragedy' of my own that
    ended at the end of the month.  This dream occurred after I had made
    a decision regarding the situation.  In reference to the man though,
    my significant other had walked out (actually ran out) on me right
    before the onset of the situation.  I will admit, I fluctuated between
    self-pity for myself and tremendous anger at him for not being there
    when I needed him.
   
    Possibly I put myself in this reprsentative male to make him feel
    the same fear and helplessnes I was experiencing?
   

    I do want to repeat something, this dream was not a rememberance
    of past experiences, but the pieces a conglomerate that I recognized
    from the situation I was in and would be in til the whole thing
    ended (present and future).  (Hope this wasn't too confusing.)
    
    
    Feeling a little better already -- 
	Many thanks.	:=)

    -- .33 Terry
    
    I do appreciate more possible insights to a disturbing episode.
    
    Mentioned was this amimus figure that was said the dreamer ususally
    interacts with but is not the figure itself.  BINGO -- this is the
    largest part of what disturbed me about this nightmare.  I've generally
    been able to recall my dreams.  But they were always MY dreams where
    I was ME!
    
    Your suggested reason behind the overall dream is right on the mark:
     trying to prevent something from happening without success.  This
    correlates with what was happening in my life at that moment:  I
    was put in a no-win situation and chose a way out.  I would have
    given anything to have prevented any of the way outs.  Having the
    extra time behind me that I do now, I feel the dream was an immediate
    reaction to my choice out of the situation.  
    
    I suppose I just need to add this to life's experiences (even if
    it is a bad one).  But now I also have added a new dimension to my
    dreaming also.  As to revisiting this dream  1) I never have done
    this before and 2) if I chose to try, this WOULD NOT be the dream
    I would try it on.
    
    More gratitude than you know --
    
    PS - Terry you must have postd your note while I was still composing
    .34 or I would've included both responses in one reply! Thank you.

    I am not sure if this phenomena is normal but here it goes.
    
    So far, keeping fingers crossed, I have never seen blood in my dreams.
    What normally happens is that I hear about things like knifings,
    murders and accidents etc. Nobody tells me this physically, I just
    get the feeling of coming to know. 
    
    Another thing that happens, esp. if I am related to the subject,
    is that someone gives me the news of death or murder etc. using
    names that have no relation to me, even the faces are not related
    in any way to me, yet I somehow know that the subject is related
    to me. To put it more clearly, the story relates to me but the
    characters and the locations are fictitious. Without fail, I wake
    up.
    
    I am intrigued.
    
    Perwesh 

re: .36 (Perwesh)

   Lots of dream stuff lately.  From what I've experienced and read,
   it's quite 'normal'.

   Using a Jungian approach, the people that have died, according to
   your description, seem to be vague images.  If they are the same
   sex as you, they may represent your 'shadow'.  This archetype is
   symbolic of the 'not I', everything that your ego isn't.  You
   create it as you develop your personality and push undesired emotions
   into you subsconscious.  When your shadow appears in your dreams it
   may indicate the beginning stages of some sort of transformation,
   particularily if the person 'dies' or possibly that one of your repressed
   emotions is trying to have expression in waking life.  This can be
   looked upon as a sign to identify the source of the emotion and let
   it be expressed in some way, else you may end up projecting it upon
   someone else.  If these are negative emotions (they can be positive
   as well), the projection may create a situation difficult to deal
   with in one of your relationships, personal or business, close friend
   or aquaintance.  If you can identify it (your dreams can help), you
   can then let it be expressed and your 'shadow' then becomes satisified 
   and will leave you alone until something else needs expression.

   Jung felt that the integration of our shadow into our ego is 'pure 
   gold' and that it is essential for spiritual growth and transformation.
   I, so far, have found this to be very true in my life.

   Hope this helps.

   Terry

    Ah... No replies for over a year. So why not another now??
    
    I think (a big THINK here B^) that I found the connection between the
    objects in my dreams and me.
    
    I noticed that the objects in my dreams were incomplete. There'd be
    something silently wrong with the object. But what? I don't know for
    sure but I think that dreaming is a mental decent into memory. 
    
    Books on interpreting dreams tell us that we are each and everything in
    our dreams, but I didn't expect that my dreams were sorta' and object
    oriented display of my memory.
    
    Here's how I think it works. The brain works in parallel with different
    parts of the brain doing different things all at once. One part of the
    mind/brain sorts the information so that sense can be made from normal
    waking events. But during sleep the sorter is off. Memory is still on.
    A certain amount of willfullness still operates, but the playground of
    the sleeping brain is memory. It would then follow that better memroy
    lends to brighter, fuller dreams.
    
    I found myself floating like an aware god over a planet in semi-sleep.
    Then as the divine sorter turned off, I decended like a fallen god,
    falling through my memory atmosphere, through my memory clouds, into
    one of the many cites of my own creation. There like a stoned mortal
    somewhat aware of my divine existance yet knowing that all was not
    there, I become the half aware mortal to cruise the streets, byways and
    highways of my memory.
    
    Now how to test the theory??

    Yes, I do Mikie.  Unfortunately the test is so simple to be overlooked
    by most all.  Simply put: pay attention.
    
    Can you afford the price?
    
    ;^)
    
    smily face to take out the implied significance
    
    L.

    Reply to .39, Larry,
    
    Geez, I dunno. That's a pretty high price to pay for a whim. B^)
    
    I'll be paying attention real good now. B^)

         
    Let us know how it is.  Who knows?  You just might be a resident
    trailblazer!
    
    Cindy