Conference hydra::dejavu

A turtle can mean Mother Earth and your connection to mother earth, the need 
to be grounded. I am just responding to what turtles can mean in the native 
sense, and not specifically your dream. There are some more knowledgable 
dream people here.

Sam

    What do turtles mean to you?

    Basically the best way to look at the symbol is to determine what
    a turtle represents to you.  A turtle moves slowely, and in a way
    carries it's house on it's back.  Dwellings have been considered our 
    consciousness.  You mentioned you had back problems.  Perhaps
    your conscious mind is weighing you or slowing you down and it
    is time to let the unconscious carry you, rather than you carry
    your conscious (worry, anxiety, thoughts), etc.  
    
    It is interesting that you are on a bed which is the place for sleep
    and dreams where one's unconscious does dominate.

    
    	I agree with the previous noter about what the turtle
    	means to you, it's a personal thing.  However, most
    	dreams that we remember are a way of our sub-conscious
    	trying to impress a message on us, and it does that
    	by creating an image that you will remember, for
    	example, in this case, a turtle moves very slowly,
    	and you said that in the dream it was very swift,
    	so that way you will be impressed as to how quickly
    	the turtle moved, and you will remember the dream.
    
    	Most dreams try to convey simple messages, and this
    	is the way I look at it.
    
    	Once you determine what the turtle means to you,
    	then that is the cause of your back problem, if you
    	try to remove the cause by physical means (you grabbing
    	the turtle and trying to pull it off), it will cause
    	more pain and even bloodshed, and it won't solve the
    	problem (in your dream, you couldn't remove the turtle
    	by trying to pull it off and it made it more painful).
    
		

    How old are you? How is your health?
    
            Do you get enough exercise?
    
    
    
    
    Lorenzo
    

    
    
    I'M NOT SURE IF THIS IS THE RIGHT PLACE FOR THIS...ALOT OF DREAM TYPE
    FILES BUT ALL OF THEM OLD AND NO RECENT ADDITIONS.  THIS DREAM DOESN'T
    NEED ANY ANALYSIS.....
    
    ALSO, I'M PUTTING IT HERE COZ I WANT TO SHARE IT WITH PERWESH AND CAN'T
    GET MY BRAIN TO WORK OUT HOW TO MAIL....
    
    IT HAPPENED A FEW YEARS AGO WHILE I WAS TRAVELLING AND GOING THROUGH A
    VERY AWARE PHASE.  I WAS IN FAR NORTH QUEENSLAND, AUSTRALIA, WORKING IN
    A SMALL HOTEL (IN OZ "HOTELS" ARE PUBS, USUALLY WITH A COUPLE OF BARS
    AND ROOMS UPSTAIRS).  THIS ONE WAS A TYPICAL OLD COLONIAL STYLE, BUILT
    ON A CORNER, WITH A WOODEN VERANDAH RUNNING ALONG THE TWO STREET FACING
    SIDES OF THE BUILDING,WITH GLASS DOORS INTO EACH OF THE ROOMS.
    I WAS BASICALLY A CHAMBERMAID, STARTING AT ABOUT 7AM, CLEANING THE
    ROOMS, BTHROOMS ETC.  WE USED TO HAVE REGULARS WHO WOULD COME DOWN FOR
    A COUPLE OF DAYS R & R FROM STATIONS UPCOUNTRY, OR MINES ETC..
    
    I HAD A DREAM THAT I COULDN'T OPEN ONE OF THE STREET FACING DOORS, AND
    THAT I RAN AROUND ONTO THE VERANDAH AND TRIED TO GET IN THAT WAY. I
    COULDN'T OPEN THOSE DOORS ANYWAY.  THE SENSE OF PANIC WAS - AT THIS
    STAGE - UNFOUNDED, BUT IT WAS IMPERATIVE THAT I GET INTO THE ROOM. I
    THEN RAN ROUND TRYING TO GET SOMWONE TO HELP ME, BUT NO ONE WOULD
    LISTEN AND THEN RAN ONTO THE VERANDAH AGAIN TO SEE, THROUGH THE GLASS
    DOORS, (WHICH WERE BOTTLE BOTTOM WIGGLY GLASS), A GUY CLIMBING ONTO A
    CHAIR, ATTACHING A ROPE FROM THE LIGHT FITTING AND STARTING TO HANG
    HIMSELF. HALF OF HIS FACE WAS BLACK AND I COULD SEE HE HAD A MOUSTACHE.
     AT THIS POINT, I RAN DOWN THE STAIRS, TO THE PAYPHONE WHICH
    DIDN'T WORK AND THEN I WOKE UP.
    
    I TOLD VARIOUS FRIENDS AND COLLEAGUES ABOUT THIS DREAM AND ANYWAY IT
    WAS DISTURBING BUT NO BIG DEAL REALLY.
    
    TWO DAYS LATER, I STARTED WORK, AND WALKED DOWN THE CORRIDOR WHICH RAN
    PARRALLEL TO THE VERANDAH.  I FELT VERY UNEASY AND NERVOUS.  I PUT MY
    KEY INTO ROOM 10'S LOCK TO FIND THAT IT WOULDN'T OPEN. I SUSPECTED THAT
    THE OCCUPANT HAD DEADLOCKED THE DOOR AS HE WAS STILL SLEEPING.  
    
    (OH, BY THE WAY, ROOM 10 IS OPPOSITE ROOM 15 WHICH WAS THE ROOM IN MY
    DREAM. ROOM 10 DID NOT OPEN UP ONTO THE VERANDAH)
    
    ABOUT AN HOU LATER I WENT BACK TO ROOM 10, OPENED THE DOOR TO SEE A MAN
    LYING SEMI FETAL ON THE BED, HIS RIGHT EYE HNGING OUT ON HIS
    CHEEK,BLACK POWDER BURNS ON HALF HIS FACE, AND HIS BRAINS HANGING OUT.
    HE ALSO HAD A MOUSTACHE
    
    THE GUN HE HAD SHOT HIMSELF WITH WAS STILL IN HIS HAND.
    
    I RAN DOWN THE STAIRS, TO THE PAYPHONE, AND IT DIDN'T WORK.....
    
    NATURALLY THIS WAS A HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE, BUT I GOT REALLY FREAKED OUT
    BY THIS, ESPECIALLY WHEN RECEPTION TOLD ME THAT HE HAD ORIGINALLY
    CHECKED INTO ROOM 15 THE PREVIOUS DAY AND THEN CHANGED TO A CHEAPER
    ROOM WITHOUT THE VERANDAH.  THEN IT GOT WORSE, - THE POLICE FOUND A
    ROPE IN HIS BAGGAGE AND ESTIMATED THAT HE HAD BEEN DEAD FOR 12 HOURS.
    
    SO WHY HADN'T THE DOOR OPENED ?  I WISH I COULD'VE TAKEN MY PREMONITION
    SERIOUSLY AND TALKED TO THE GUY.
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    A couple of wierd recent dreams......any ideas ?
    
    
    I went to a party (I drove there in my car and parked it in a
    multistory carpark). It was in a really big house, like no where I've
    ever been, and there were loads of dogs which kept trying to jump up at
    me. I walked through a room full of people smoking (actually dreamed of
    smoking a spliff-now THAT was wierd!) and through it into a garden. In
    this garden there was a trench dug into the ground, with several people
    in it, laughing and enjoying themselves. (this was an L shaped pit). I
    climbed down and peered round the corner at the people, and saw among
    other my ex boyfriend and his new (well, renewed) girlfriend. I
    panicked as soon as I saw her and started trying to climb out of the
    pit. This proved to be nigh on impossible, and I just got really muddy.
    
    Last night I dreamed I'd got really drunk and staggered round to this
    person's house. I knocked on the door and then staggered around the
    corner to try and compise myself to look sober. It was awful! I
    couldn't stand, I couldn't keep my eyes open....then some really wierd
    things happened which I won't go in to, but I actually thought, in my
    dream "But this can't be happeneing, you're not really here. Shurely
    I'm dreaming?" I managed to control it a for a while after that, but
    not very well. Later on I found myself at DEC (well that's what I knew
    it was). I remember going into a room with terminals in, and who should
    turn up but Barry Howard and Barry Mackenzie. Barry M had died his hair
    black, and Barry H had his in the wierdest style I've ever seen!
    Then, heading back to the library I had to get in a lift, but I got on
    top of it by accident (???!!) and nearly got crushed by the ceiling. I
    managed to get off the lift just in time, but hit a florescent light of
    the way down. My legs got covered with small glass shards, and I just
    pushed them further into my legs by trying to brush them off. I woke up
    at this point, panting away like anything, and actually had to check my
    legs to see if they were okay!!! I could still feel the pain, just
    fading away...

    er whoops!
    the Barrys I mentioned are old ITs...I originally posted the previous
    note in te DECITS conference...