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Home Showing, Music Box and Obese Men

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 16:38:00 +0000

30 Oct. 2011 Dreams

I was in a stranger’s new home. The strangers was a husband and wife couple.

The house had a very large living room on the order of 50’ X 50’.

The owners were showing me their new home and at this particular instance I was being shown what I believed to be a cathedral-esque organ (or chime) configuration they had built behind a huge wall.

The lady reached up on a single shelf that was set high against a wall.

It was almost as if I was a small child (now that I think about this dream) and I expected that what she was reaching for was a keyboard. I couldn’t see the top surface of the keyboard, though (as she reached for it) and I asked, “Is that a regular keyboard?” The man and woman said, “Yes” in unison.

Then as she brought it down I looked upon its surface and saw that it only had like 5 or 6 large white-ish buttons on it.

She pressed one and music started coming from walls all around the large room.

I looked toward the back wall where music was coming from looking for speakers, and saw some small metallic ‘things’ jutting from the walls.

The metallic objects were about 3 inches in diameter, they were cylingrical and jutted out about 3 to 4 inches with a cover that reminds me of the metal cap that goes on large oxygen (torpedo) bottles.

I exclaimed, “Talk about surround sound!” I can’t remember what music was being played, but I do remember the woman saying she was trying to get more selections.
I had another dream before the above one. I don’t remember most of it. There were some obese people in it.

I was with them and we all were standing around a cleared table… like a conference table.

2 of the fat people were interacting, and at first all I could see were their faces as guy 2 was making some comments and finished up with a remark about guy 1 having so many “jelly rolls”.

I looked at guy 1 and he was really obese! I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone that big, not even on the biggest looser.
This is all I remember of this dream

Handstand, Backhoe-Blazer-catch, and Soldier Laugh Attack

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 16:46:00 +0000

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Morning Dream 10/29/11

I was in a room and there were people around…. I think it was a barracks with soldiers laying on their bunks watching me… I was at near a doorway when I squatted down and attempted to do a handstand. I couldn’t quite get my arms to straighten out because I wasn’t strong enough to press to the handstand like I once could. So I stopped trying and decided to do some pushups instead. I started knocking them out, but I was on a spot in the floor where 2 rooms were separated and there was a hump in the floor where I was placing my hands. Therefore, it wasn’t a push up from a true ‘horizontal’ front-leaning-rest. (I was cheating).

I was part of a construction crew. I was a new guy trying to prove my value to the foreman who had to go somewhere when he told me to climb aboard the backhoe and he was going to follow behind with a Blazer. So I was driving down the street (what city, street, I don’t know) and suddenly the foreman was climbing aboard the backhoe I was driving. He said something like, “go drive the blazer.” So I looked back and the blazer was just coasting along behind us WITH NO DRIVER!

So without stopping the tractor I was on, I jumped down and ran toward the blazer which had slowed considerably. It actually began rolling backward and I had to chase it as it coasted backward and seemed to steer itself into a store parking lot.

The parking lot was completely empty of other cars, So there were none to stop the Blazer from hitting the store as it headed directly toward 2 large picture windows. I ran alongside the blazer grabbing the door through the open window and I pushed against the direction it was moving. I knew I was going to be able to stop it because It wasn’t going fast at all.

Once I stopped it, (the dream gets a little foggy here) I was suddenly a soldier again in the same parking lot and the Blazer was suddenly an army truck (not sure what type) with a canvass covered generator trailer behind it.

There were 2 other soldiers I was interacting with; one male, one female. The male said ….something that was a put-down about almost crashing the vehicle. He said something like, “You shoulda been wearing your (something or other; I can’t remember what)..” to which I said something like, “if that the case, I should have been driving around with my gas mask on to then, huh?” This dream statement was very witty, my dream-self thought, because I started laughing uncontrollably.

Wave after wave of laughter rippled through my body. The other male soldier had left, but the female one was laughing also; not so much because of what I said, but because of how I was laughing.

Rock Climbing, Nuke Thoughts and Motorbikes

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 15:31:00 +0000

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Part 1: 0ct 27, 2011

I was with a bunch of people at the edge of a cliff. The cliff wall was comprised of huge smooth rocks that led steeply downward to a rock outcropping that in turn led to the ocean. I believe it was the Pacific Ocean.

I got the sense I was with a group of folks who were on a confidence exercise and one of the instructors demonstrated how to climb down the cliff’s face without falling (without a safety harness or rope), then he demonstrated how to tie the end of the rope (that was dropped down to him) around his waste to be pulled back up. The distance from top to bottom seems like was 100 feet or so.

So, the instructor picked me out and asked if I want to try. I was scared (nervous) but I agreed.

I was my ‘real’ age in this dream. I remember thinking how odd it was to ask the slightly overweight and out-a-shape middle aged guy with no training to be a rock climber… but I was surprisingly good. I chose the path I would take down the wall, where the hand and foot holds were closest together and where it looked easiest.

Once I was down, They sent down the rope. It was a fat white rope (3 inches in diameter (maybe a little bigger). I wrapped it around my waste, tied it in a clover hitch and hollered up, “I’m ready”.

When I reached the top, I don’t remember removing the rope, I looked out across the vast ocean.

It looked like it was very early morning, judging by the level of light. I couldn’t see the sun, although it was not very cloudy.

I remember thinking, almost expecting, to see the bright flash of a nuclear detonation far off beyond the horizon. I wondered what it would feel like where I was standing if or when it occurred.

Then I could hear a radio broadcast. Simultaneously I was at the bottom of the cliff again looking at a PVC-pipe jutting from the ground. Water was flowing from it into the ocean. It had a flap on it that would only close then water stopped flowing out or when wave action from the sea pushed against it.

The radio broadcast I heard was of an announcer telling how the ‘water run off drains would be closed in the event of a nuclear disaster.

Part II

My wife, Candy, and I were at a store that sells used stuff. (This is a dream-store in that I’ve never seen this store in real life before) accept possibly in another dream. When the dream started, Candy and I were in the store’s outer foyer area. We were watching some biker-dudes check out one of 2 bikes that were parked in a sort of rack that kept both of them upright. One of the biker dudes said something like, “that’s a nice little (I think he said ‘lowboy’) or something like that. They backed it out of the rack. I remember it had a blue triangular seat. It seemed to have a strange joint in the connection between the front wheel section of the bike and the remaing 2/3s of it… almost like there was an articulation behind the steering portion of the bike, but in front of the gas tank portion.

The guys decided they were going to buy that bike. They had to pull out the other bike while looking and I was hoping they wouldn’t buy that one before I got a good look at it.

So, they didn’t want it and put it back. Immediately, I pulled it back out. I saw this wasn’t a motorcycle like the other bike. It was an old electric bike and I got a really good look at it.

I asked to no one in particular, “where’s the motor?” Answer came back, “Look under the electrical tape.”

The electric motor was a long narrow device perhaps 1 foot long. It was tapped beneath the transverse support bar between the sprocket housing and the handlebars.

I couldn’t figure out how it drove either of the wheels though.

Then I saw a box of parts nearby. It contained a gadget that had a little wheel with a clamping device to lock onto a wheel rim. It was like it fit over the tire, perhaps the front tire, and secured to the rim.

You see, I think this was a really old (heavy) modified pedal bike. Their was a bell housing type device that hung in front of the front forks which also supported a basket (for a battery holder) I surmised.

While I looked the bike over, Candy went inside too look around.

I asked the guy what he’d take for the bike. He said, $10 or $15. I decided I wanted it. I thought figuring out how to get it going would be fun, and I hoped the electric motor worked.

About the time I decided to give $10.00 for it, my phone rang and woke me from my sleep.

Dream Clouds Destroys a Building

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 04:57:00 +0000

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Oct 17, 2011- This drawing is crude at best, but it is kinda like what I saw

I’m telling about a certain dream I had 2 nights ago so I only remember one aspect of it at this time.

I was outside, and I looked up at the sky and noticed some strange looking clouds.

They were shaped like boulders, and they floated within tubular-looking grayish-colored transparent tubes. I know this doesn’t make sense.

The boulders floated within the tubes which also floated. There were 3 or 4 boulders per tube.

I watched as some of the boulders collided with a sky scraper building. As soon as the floating boulders touched the structure, it emitted fizzling sparks that looked like an electric charge was being released into the building. Then the building started to ‘decompose’ with electrical sparks of increasing area.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Pink Chem Trail, Bus Trip with Puppies

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 18:26:00 +0000

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Sun 9 Oct 2011

I woke this morning at about 7:45, then fell back to sleep when I had this dream.

I was boarding a Greyhound bus, going on a trip to I don’t know where. There were people on the bus already, a few people.

Before I boarded, I heard a strange noise and looked toward the direction of its source. It was coming from an object in the sky.

At first, it looked like a large comet had made it through our atmosphere and was transversing the sky across the Monroe, Louisiana area. But, it was way too large to be a comet, and it wasn’t moving in a strait line.

It was spinning in slow circular arcs and was leaving a trail of pink sparkeling smoke behind it. As the smoke particles (chem trail) fell, it began to spread out with the breeze, and I became nervous that it might be some kind of toxin.

Then, the object became clearer… it was a helicopter.

So we quickly boarded the bus and pleaded with the driver to get going. Before I got on the bus, I heard a sound that was like eminent death was about to happen. It was a horn-like screeching moaning sound.

So, on the bus we began moving. We traveled for a time then the bus pulled into a parking spot at a rundown apartment complex where he lived.

He said he would be right back as he exited the bus and went into his apartment.

On the bus, we passengers began speaking to eachother. Someone had 2 puppies. One was a fluffy little thing that looked like a grey husky… the other…I can’t quite remember what it looked like, but they were both cute… although I preferred the husky. I was petting them as I held them.

Suddenly I realized the driver wasn’t coming back and I thought about going into his apartment as some other passengers did just that.

I followed some inside and thought about going through his stuff (snooping), but knew it wouldn’t be right if I did that.

We passengers just went in to relax till the driver cam back.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Hospital, Gift Shop, Weapon Rack, Karate Man

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 15:08:00 +0000

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Sept. 16, 2011 Early Morning Dream

I was pushing a black guy toward the hospital elevator in a wheelchair. He wanted to go outside so we got on the elevator.

Suddenly, instead of being outside, we were downstairs in a gift shop type of room. I was looking at the items hanging on the store shelves. I was looking at a variety of handguns and ammunition. I was sure the items were toys, but I took one of the pistols down, took a bullet down, loaded the weapon and I just knew it was real… Yet, it was being sold as a toy.

I’m not sure what happened to that handgun when I started to leave, a guy came in whom I was sure wanted to kill me and other people in the store.

Suddenly I didn’t have that handgun in my hand! So, I quickly went back to that shelf looking for a replica of the gun I was just holding, but found instead, a .44cal revolver (Dirty Harry-esque), found a package with 1 .44cal bullet and prepared to defend.

I made an error, however, stepped out into one of the main isles and the dude was standing there pointing a weapon at me. I don’t remember what he looked like or what he was holding.

I do remember that suddenly, he wasn’t armed. This heartened me and I prepared to kick his ass. I wanted him to know I had the ability, and that I was, in fact, going to kick his ass so I did a kind of weird front kick… and grabbing my ankle, Pulling my foot up by me ear in a display of awesome flexibility…. And this is when my wife woke me up this morning.

Brother, Police Car and Mall Crasher

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 16:20:00 +0000

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Last night I went shopping with my brother at a second-hand-store. He pulled up to the store in a big black and white Chevy Caprice Classic - an old police car without the emblams.

I automatically figured he bought it at an auction... so we went in the store.

I'm fuzzy on what transpired in the store, but I do remember walkiing out with clothes-on-hangers draped over my shoulder. I couldn't see Tom's (my brother's) car.

We walked and walked. He was walking considerably faster than I was and finally I asked, "Did you park far enough away?"

We finally made it to his car. He parked it close to the Mall building - near what looked like an attached Mixican-cantina-eaterie. You know, like you could park outside and go in to eat, or you could get into the eaterie by going through the mall.

I could tell it was Mexican because of the stucco arches and the basic adobe looking exterior.

Tom's car was parked in the nook where the shopps store front jutted out from the rest of the mall, like he was "playing" a cop who was watching for speeders. I also thought he did this so maybe he'd have a better-cooler parking place.

So, I opened the door and put my clothes in the back seat. (Suddenly the car was 2-door instead of 4-door. I got in. Tom got in.

Then he started showing off. He gunned the engine toward the interstate off-ramp! A car was coming down that ramp so Tom hit the brakes and slammed it into reverse. (I thought it was odd because I didn't feel any inertia at all.

So, the car was slammed in reverse, and he hit the gas again. Tom said something like, "Isn't it cool how this car seems to drive itself?" He was picking up speed in reveerse, without looking back.

I on the other hand was looking! I saw the Mall building (what looked like the Automotive center garage wall) approaching quickly from the rear. I yelled, "You're gonna hit the wall!" He said, "No I won't. Don't worry. I got this." Then his rear passanger quarter panel smashed into the split-faced-cinderblock wall.

The car smashed into the wall like a Stock Car at Daytona, and crumbled.

This upset me terribly. I started crying my eyes out.

I had the feeling that I was glad to finally be crying. Like I needed to cry. I was sheilding my eyes from my brothers view, but simultaneously wanted him to know I was crying. As I would sneek a peek through my fingers, I did see that he too was crying.

Oh yea, when he hit the wall he exclaimed, "Oh man.... man!"

This is all I remember of this dream.

Jump, Ceiling Tile, Sloppy Blocks, and British Boss

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 14:00:00 +0000

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I had 2 major dreams last night and this morning. Unfortunately, I can’t remember the first one.
I was on an inside construction site. It was a large warehouse type building that had some shoddy ceiling tiles, and I was there as a construction worker.

I had the ability to jump really high. The ceiling was a long way up, like 25 or 30 feet. So, I jumped, showing off to the other workers, and touched the ceiling tile with a closed fist, accidentally punching a hole. The boss was there, he was perturbed with me, so I said I’d replace it.

So, I started looking around for a ladder that would enable me to reach the ceiling and was unable to find one tall enough. Eventually, I did find a tall step ladder, but it still wasn’t quite tall enough, though I tried it any way.

I had to stand on the very top, and stretch as far as I could to reach the ceiling… still not re3aching. Then I lost my balance and started to fall. Thankfully the wall was right there to help support me… but I froze… afraid to move… kind of stuck there for a minute trying to figure out how I could regain my balance without falling.

I heard the boss, who was watching, say I had some kind of syndrome. I can’t remember the term he used.

I got down and started looking for items I could use to extend my reach… levels, shovel handles and such.

As I again went to remove the damaged ceiling tile, I looked up to see many tiles were damaged and I couldn’t find the one I was supposed to change.

There was a block laying job in progress, and I surveyed the work that was done already.

The wall being built was about 4 courses high at this point, the fourth course stepped out (unusually far) upon the third. The block layers weren’t cleaning the squished out mortar from under the lip. It was just gobbed up, squished out and pretty bad looking.

And I was standing there, I think a block layer myself, and I was getting ready to work when 2 guys, stepped behind me and urinated on the wall directly behind me.

So, I walked around some more surveying the room. The building seemed divided by a wall that had a few openings. I could see some auto mechanic tools through one of the openings, and some auto parts hanging on the wall itself.

I went and sat at a round table in the corner where the boss-man was sitting. He was reading the paper.

I got a good look at him. He was a white guy, he had a recessed chin, thin mustache, pointy nose, brown eyes, and strawberry blonde hair.

His eyes reminded me of my brother’s eyes, His facial structure reminded me of the tennis player, Roger Federreer (sp?).

When he talked he sounded like he had a British accent.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Ranch - Slaughter House, Little Girl Protected and Deputies

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 15:59:00 +0000

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5 July 2011 early morning sleep session

I was in a fine ranch house, and it was large.
I seemed to recall in a previous dream that I was in this house before and I had snooped in the owner's things. It was as if I had picked a lock to a beureau and looked at pictures and things.

In this dream, I did it again and barely managed to get things put back right before the lady-owner came in.

The house interior was dark wood and had lots of pictures, trinkets and books adorning the walls. There were fancy lamps and shades lighting the large livingroom where I was.
Someone was with me.... someone besides the woman owner. I was told how large the house was and the Lady and the other person headed down a hallway which ran away from the left side of the living room.. After a moment, they shouted to me and I could barely hear them. I was impressed that the house was truely large. Then I followed the voices down the hallway.

I touched the hallway wall. It was pine paneling... a lighter color than the rest of the house. I passed a black woman who nodded to me, and I suddenly had the feeling that I was in a home hat had alot of black folks working for the owner.

I emerged from the hallway into a large dining room. There was alot of people sitting at round tables. The people eating were old ladies. One of them said high to me in a quasi-seductive voice and wrapped her arm around my upper leg.

I smilied, embarrassed, and nicely departed. Then I went into another really small room that had double cloth/vynal doors on the opposite wall.. The doors each had small round port hole windows in them.

I knew that the other side of the doors was a slaughter room, and there was a line of children standing there, slowly making their way through the doors.

One young girl... about 9 yrs old was curiously trying to see what was happening on the other side of the doors, but I stopped her. I told her, "trust me, you don't want to know what's happening in there!"

This is all I remember of this dream.

In another dream, this morning, I dreamed the sherriffs department knocked on our door early in the morning. When I went to the door to see who was knocking, I noticed 2 deputies. One was at the door, the other was looking through stuff that was on the front porch.

There was army field gear there, which, in this dream, seemed that I was lawfully in possession of. I think I was holding it for my brother, but I couldn't seem to get the words to come out right when explaining it to the officer, so I said, let me get my wife to explain ie.

(In real life, My brother was never in the army or any other military service)

My wife was standing in the kitchen in her night gown and she impatiently explained the deal with the field gear.

I can't remember any thing else in this dream at this time.

Girl, Swimming, Piggy-Back, Dangerous Leaf Truck Adventure

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 15:24:00 +0000

March 20, 20011

Dream I had last night (or early thismorning).

I was with someone walking down a road. We came to a lake swimming area where, at first, there was a man and a woman standing in the water fully dressed.

The lady looked to have on a nice dress while the man had a nice suit on.

Then the person I was with (don’t know who it was) and I went on the water to swim… suddenly there were lots of people swimming with us.

A young girl came toward me smiling… I waved, and thought she was a cute little girl… and I thought that was the end of that.

Then as I turned and started to swim away, the girl got behind, put her arms around my neck and hung on (piggy-back-style).

The next thing I knew, I was trying to help her find her parents.

I was walking down the road in the direction she was telling me was where she lived.

She pointed at a house and said she lived there.

We went into the house where she jumped off my back, ran up some stairs into a bedroom. I followed.

In the room was dresser with a Tonka truck front-end-loader on it.

I told her, ” this isn’t your house is it? This is a boy’s bedroom.”

So, I figured the girl’s parents were at the swimming area, and I took her back.

When I got there I saw everyone was frantically looking for the girl. There was a guy with a bull-horn saying, “everyone get out of the water.” Then the girl ran to her mom.

So, I was leaving For some reason, I wanted to get to where a leaf truck was going.

I call it a leaf-truck because it’s a truck with 2 large yellow trailers towed behind. The second trailer was hitched to the trailer in front of it.

They were pretty full of woods cleaning material… leaves, sticks, grass …etc. I suppose I was at a state park that was cleaned regularly…. so, I was running, chasing the thing up a hill.

Suddenly it stopped. It started backing sharply as I approached. I realized it was making a whipping motion toward me so I dropped to the ground quickly as the back edge of the 2nd trailer came very close to hitting me.

A large quantity of leaves were slid from the trailer. It did this whipping motion twice , the second time hitting me in my outstretched hands.

The next thing I know the driver of the truck was cleaning the beds of the trailers. I jumped up and began helping. I was picking every little blade of grass and tossing it overboard.

Then the driver exclaimed, “that’s good enough!”

This is all I remember of this dream.

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Plane Highway Brook

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 03:38:00 +0000

15 Feb 2011 Dream this morning:

I was on an airliner that was not flying through the air! It was Driving along on the interstate.! There was another passenger I noticed... I think a black guyI was in the Army with... I couldn't remember who.

As we moved along, I pointed over toward a brook that wound serenely along the bottom of a mountain. I said, 'look at that. Isn't that beautiful?"

After a little while longer, I noticed we were going over a bridge which ran along the top of a damn. Water was flowing over over a decorative boulder covered embankment. The boulders were the size of snowman heads and they were a pinkish purple.

I remember wondering how the driver of the plane was able to judge the wing span when passing through narrow portions of the highway.

I felt like I expected the pilot to actually lift off at any moment... at one pint I even said to the other passenger, "they must be trying to save on fuel costs."

This is all I remember of this dream.

Spider, Woman & Genghis Khan

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 16 Jan 2011 02:55:00 +0000

Dreams: one I had 2 nights ago and 1 I had last night. 1-12-2011 & 1-14-2011

Two days ago: I was on a road where a small bridge (the kind with the thick-cabled-guard-rail. The bridge spanned a rocky ravine where a river coursed some 30 feet below.

As I peered downward toward the water, I saw people down there. They appeared to be just hanging out. One lady lay back on a lounge chair with a baby or puppy or some small creature.

Also, there was a large spider web attatched to the underside of the bridge. It extended downward toward where the lady lay.

Some kid was standing by a strand of the web, plucking it, lightly like a guitar string to coax the spider from its resting spot.

The spider didn’t move… yet. Then the lady moved. I think she his the web with her leg or something and the I saw the spider bolt toward her.

I ran too. I was going to get down there to save her. I half ran/slid down the embankment and as I reached the level of the lady, I looked up to see her wearing nothing but underwear and a white bra. She was sexy. I was embarrassed for seeing her.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Last night’s dream:

I was in a class room. I think it was a college class. I was surrounded by other adults sitting at desks listening to the teacher. She was explaining Genghis Khan influence on Christianity (of all things) and some relationships with other empires. I realized I had nothing to write notes on except a pamphlet that was already filled in with text. I decided to write in the blank spaces.

I felt as if I were doing well in the class, and that I had a good grasp of what the teacher was saying. Although I can’t remember what it is now, she was talking about one thing in particular that I knew something about.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Bank Teller & Hoverboard Chase

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 18:57:00 +0000

10 January 2011 Dream from several nights ago

This was a pretty complicated dream. It involved a bank like building with tellers and and a sort of, walk up teller outside against the wall of the bank building.

At first, I was inside needing to do something at the teller window. When I approached the clerk, I was told she was closing, and I had to use the walk-up window outside.

I went outside, and got in a line with 2 or 3 people watiting. I waited patiently, and when my turn came up, I put some tickets on the counter to exchange, but didn’t have my wallet. I said, “I’ll be right back”, as I went to the car to get it.

My car was parked along the curb, and there were 3 black females in it, whom I did not know. One in the driver’s seat, one in the passenger, one in the back. I told them they were going to have to get out, but they could sit there till I got back. I grabbed my wallet and went back toward the window. I saw that while I was gone, many, many people flocked in line. I had to get at the end.

Then, they drove away with my car.. I went running after them, knowing I could keep up… I started flying, kind of like Michael J. Fox’s character in back to the future 2, on that hoverboard..

In all actuality, I didn’t keep up. I know there was more to this dream, but this is all I can remember.

Not the St. Louis Arch

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 15:23:00 +0000

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11/17/2010 (Preceeding Night’s Dream)

I was riding someone (I knew him, but can’t remember who it was) The location was a large city (Maybe St. Louis). In my dream city, the trek I was taking (can’t remember if I was riding or walking now) led me through a canyon of towering buildings; where I turned (kind of guided) to the right and found my self in line at my dream version of the St. Louis Arch.

In my dream, this attraction was very much like a rollercoaster. It probably wasn’t the St. Louis arch at all.

My mind probably just assumed that’s what it was supposed to be.

Anyway, this attraction (kind of like an arch) was made of 3 circular rails. I got on and rode very high then the thing plummeted toward a body of water… I actually got submerged and had to hold my breath…

Then I emerged on the other side… I didn’t want to be there so I had to retrace the route back to the preceeding side.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Smoking, CBS, Accordian, Drowned Baby (Bully), and Marching Soldiers)

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 13:46:00 +0000

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12 Oct. 2010 Dream

I, with about 10 other people were being herded into an office building for a job interview. (This is a familiar scenario). I think I remember this part of the dream…. I followed the directions on the floor while everyone else headed toward the elevators.

I followed the lines on the floor which led me through a door, outside, across a courtyard, then in through another door.

I was going to go in for an interview, and was making sure my shirt was tucked in and my tie was strait. Then I came across a bulletin board with a lot of greeting cards on it. I looked at them and realized they were cardsj”in memory” of an actress who had recently passed away. (I can’t quite remember who it was) She wasn’t known for a starring roll and I remember the show she was in was short lived. Above the bulleting board were the letters CBS with the “Eye” logo.

Then I realized I was smoking INSIDE. I took a drag off the Cigarette and exhaled a long thick plume of crey smoke when I began feeling really self conscious about it…. so I headed toward the exits.

The first set of doors were locked. I went toward the next set of doors. A doorman was standing in something like a small booth; he impatiently gestured for me to come closer and use one of the doors near him. The building had a wall of doors… kind of like the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN.

So I went outside where my wife was standing. She said, I bought you an accordion. (I don’t play an accordion and never have).

We started walking. Then I looked around and saw the “CBS” building was only one of 4 identical buildings. They were separated by a crisscrossing of sidewalks in a massive courtyard. Between the sidewalks were grassy triangles some of which contained little or no grass at all.

I can’t remember the exact conversation I had with my wife, but … at this point she didn’t look or sound like my wife…. she had an accent; pronouncing all her S-sounds like a ‘Z’ … maybe that was a French accent.. yes, French. Here looks changed too. She had freckles, and strawberry blonde hair…cut kind of short. It hung straight and stopped between here ears and shoulders.

I was telling her, greasping here by her shoulders) that I loved here. and we were walking with someoneelse, my best friend.

At the center of the massive courtyard where the sidewalks met, was a concrete sitting structure. It consisted of concrete benches lining the parameter of a raised concrete wall.. about 3 feet high. On top of the square wall was s glass dome. A person could step on the bench, then lay back across the dome… that’s what my friend was doing.

He fell off into a buddy triangle and got muddy water in his mouth.

he jumped up, holding his mouth open pointing at it… he was practically jumping up and down. I said, “well go rince it out!” He ran off, and I started laughing.

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I dreamed a baby was drowned in a swimming area. I told my wife on shore, as I swam, that she might have to call 911. I drew closer to the body I could see through the clear water. The baby had only a diaper on, and was face up at the bottom…not moving. I decided it was what I thought it was and yelled, “call 911” I was going to pull the baby up, but suddenly it wasn’t a baby at all. It was a big fat man.

He came to the surface and began bullying people. I watched for a few minutes and decided to stop his madness.

The fat boy got out and stood on shore.. a rocky area that I was going to stop him from bullying. I ended up kicking the dude’s a$$. When he was beat up, I extended my hand in friendship. I was riding in a vehicle past a training soldiers. All the soldiers were in formation marching. They seemed to be elevated, and the road I was riding on seemed to be lower… I saw the guide-ons (flags representing the various units) leading the formations. There seemed to be thousands of soldiers. I was saying to whomever was in the car with me, “That used to be me. I know what they are going through. I used to have to do the same thing. In my dream, I rember thinking, it’s late and they are no where near going home.

This is all I remember of these dreams.

Then things changed

Flying, Eating and Fighting Adventure Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 16:51:00 +0000

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4 Sept 2010 - Last night or this morning.

I approached a one floor building with tall windows and saw there were people in there eating. While 20 feet or so from the windows I decided to “fly” showing off. And I pumped the air like I do, flapping my arms. Not like a kid pretending he’s a bird though. It’s like I was gripping the air and myself up. Each flap of my bend arms pulled me higher.

I was incredibly good at it in this dream so I rose up then cam down with precision.

Then I went in to eat. I saw a few old army buddies in ther sitting down and I was going to sit beside them when the owner/cood told me, “we don’t serve your kind in here!” I thought, “My kind?”.

The greasy burger flipper told me, “we don’t serve law enforcement or government agents here.”
My army buddy spoke to the man, whispering in his ear. I’m not sure what was said, but the man reluctantly let me sit down.

From the inside, the “restaurant” looked like somebody’s converted house. There was a dining area with a small counter and grill. Behind the grilling area, was a wall concealing the actual kitchen where the bulk of the meals were cooked.

I seemed to watch the cook prepare some strange burgers. They were folded (or bent over). Something (I suspected cheese or something was in the fold. The entire thing was covered in a tomato sauce. That’s what my friend was eating.

When the man brought my food, I saw it was only ground beef patties.

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Dream shift to another subject

I was outside at a kind of martial arts school. The teacher was showing me a punching and kicking combination. I was quick to learn it, but criticized the awkwardness of a forward punch in combination with a 180 degree body turn. I don’t think the instructer liked my remark because he said, let me show you something.

He started doing a flurry of punches, kicks, areal spinning punches and kicks too, that mesmorized me.

When he stopped, I said, “alright then.”

So I was practicing and felt pretty confident. Then I realized I was not near the other students. I looked to see that they were in a knife throwing lesson.

I also noticed that the students were taking turns being the TARGET HOLDERS. I pointed out this is not a great idea while they were rotating out holders. The holders were in a pit holding pieces of wood over there heads.

This is all I remember of these dreams.

Spaghetti Dinner Boots

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 14:34:00 +0000

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26 august 2010

At the home of my Father and step mother who are no-longer married, I was sitting at the supper table waiting to eat.

As I looked around, I saw what we were having.

I think it was a version of Chicken spaghetti. Bu the sauce has way too much velveeta cheese in it. It looked more yellow than red.

As my step mother was still cooking it, I saw that the pan she was cooking in was actually a room in the house. She was walking through the spaghetti sauce with boots on, as if she were walking through snowy slush.

This is pretty much all I remember excepth there was a baby there in a high chair waiting in anticipation of eating. I on the other hand was not. I was only going to eat the slop to be gracious.

Dead Friend Bus Ride, and Flying

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 16:19:00 +0000

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18 August 2010

Note: Keith was a bricklayer/mentor friend with whom I had worked several years. He passed on a few years ago.

I was in the back of a bus. I think it was a school bus. Another passenger was sitting beside me. As I looked out the window, I saw it was very snowy. The bus moved through a urban area. Then I saw some buildings that looked familiar so I said to the person beside me as I pointed, “I laid bricks on those buildings over there. Then, I saw among some snow banks, Keith was standing there, trowel in hand, with some other masons. He was on a job. He couldn’t see me. I waved, and tapped on the window. He and some others looked up, and I waved harder. They didn’t notice.

Then I was in the back of a stationwagon. The very back; behind the back seat. It was pretty large space… anyway, I noticed a lot of military stuff back there. I picked up a metal box, and opened it. In side were some papers I rifled through, and at the bottom was a m-16 round. It was much shorter than a real m-16 round but that’s what I thought it was.

I was going to steal it. So I said to a person beside me as I thought better of it, that I’d put it back. As I went to put it back, it slipped from my hand falling behind the seatback standing in front of me. I searched and searched, but couldn’t find itl

I dreamed I was flying again. I had good control it this time. I was demonstrating to someone and noted how cool it was to fly in a dream when realizing “it was a dream”. At this moment, however, I was not lucid dreaming. Rats… I still flew well, however. I flapped my arms and was on a rooftop, as well as up onto the branch of a tree.

Then I was at a kind of mass transit terminal. The building was a maze of eating establishments. Each “gate” had its own restaurant, so I realized I had about 6 dollars and, and I was almost home, so I was looking for my “gate” where I’d get something to eat.

If I ever found the gate, I'm not sure.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Flying and Dining 15 July 2010

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 16:53:00 +0000

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I had 2 dreams this morning.

1. My doctor, doctor Sanders, was a fighter/passenger jet pilot. Myself and some other passengers, whom I did not know, were in the jet getting ready for a take off. we were in the passenger section, but could see through the front windshield (like a car’s). We were taking off. As we picked up speed moving down the runway, I saw in front of us was another identical jet taking off immediately in front of us.

It left the runway, angling upward, and we did the same. We were VERY close behind it. I said to anyone who would hear, “we shouldn’t be flying through the jet was like we are, it’s dangerous.” I was getting really nervous when the jet in front of us “pealed” off, banking right. We were over the Atlantic Ocean, heading west, and I saw the other jet descend to the ocean surface and scoop up some water. Then, Dr. sanders, whom I was now sitting across the isle from, I guess in the co-piolet seat did the samething as the other pilot. Interestingly, the pilot seat was on the right side of the cockpit.

2. In this other dream, I was in a military mess hall. I was supposed to be checking out the freezer system. So, a guy was showing me the freezer which strangely in front of the mess hall. Usually the front was where patrons walked in to eat. So, there was a doorway that entered into an alcove area where another door stood waiting to be opened. This door was asilvery-chrome color. It was also quilted in texture. The guy reached over and opened it. It didn’t have a handle or a knob and it was very thin. It looked like the door was some sort of fabric.

So when the door was opened, I could feel the cold coming from the freezer that was behind yet another door. This door had a lever handle.

We didn’t go in. Then the guy was gone and I was by myself. I closed the fabric door. Then noticed another doorway leading into the kitchen area. I noticed a bunch of stationary supplies laying haphazardly everywhere. In particular I noticed “notepads”.

Then I made my way outside. I passed soldiers who were sitting and eating.

When I was outside, I was on something like a street with a mess hall on one side, and another building on the other side. I saw people eating through the window of the mess hall and they could see me.

I thought ,I’ll show them something cool. and I jumped pretty high, like 12 feet or so. Then I remembered if I moved my arms a certain way I could go higher. I did that and I was flying. I was thinking, I could land on top of ont of the roofs, but it was like I did n’t have control over where I went.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Fight, Train Derails and Tractor - Dream (6 April, 2010)

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 16:11:00 +0000

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6 April 2010 Deram this morning

At first I was a spectator at what was about to be a fight between 2 individuals. This fight was going to occur outside someplace. I noticed that one of the participants was concealing a knife in his boot, and a sword under his jacket, so I feared for the life of the other guy. I decided to warn him.

I went to the other guy when he was preparing for the fight and said, “you know that Chinese looking guy that’s kicking everybody’s asses? He’s hiding some knifes on his person.”

Then things changed… I was on a train that was moving down the tracks. I was on top of some of those flat bed cars, and there were allsorts of equipment and cargo in plain site. I saw the train was about to crash into an obstacle and jumped off.

As the train crashed, the cars behind me began to derail, and they kept moving toward me. I bolted out of the way. When I was clear of the initial derailed cars, more came at me. I dodged them too.

Then I saw a riding lawn tractor sitting there un damaged. I got on it, started it and drove off. As I creasted the edge of a ravine, I looked and saw a track-hoe working at a construction site. I was on a dirt road that led down the hill and right under the arm of the heavy equipment at work.

I wanted to follow that road. I solicited the attention of the equipment operator and motioned that I wanted to go bye. He stopped moving the bucket and nodded for me to pass. I think the guy looked like a guy named “Beef” that I worked on construction sites with when I was a teen.

Anyways, I coasted the tractor down the road passed him and eventually ended up in a garage that looked eerily like the one under my childhood home.

There was a bicycle parked there as well… one I remember from a previous dream.
That’s all I remember of this dream.
In the previous dream, I was given a bicycle. My plan was to install an electric motor on it. The bike was weird. It had sprockes on both sides of the rear tire. Also, in this drream or maybe a different one, I’m not sure, I aired up the tires. I accidentally over inflated the rear tire (which was considerably smaller in diameter than the front ) and popped it. This is all I remember.

10 Feb 2010

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 11:37:00 +0000

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10 Feb 2010
Dream I had “I have a Daughter”
I’m titling this dream, “I have a Daughter”. I don’t really have a daughter, but in this dream, I did.
I was at a constructions site. IT was like a block job where a lot of cinder block walls were free standing, with no ceiling or roof, and scaffolds were set up between some walls.

It seemed as if I and some others were running from someone or something. We would climb climb a scaffold, then over the top of a wall, or on to the top of the wall, then climb onto a scaffold on the other side.

I remember there was someone I was trying to help. I was on the top of a wall and as the man was climbing over, I pulled the scaffold closer. The scaffold jarred and caused the guy to fall back into a very wet spot on the floor (back first).
I was surprised because I thought the guy was going to say something like, I’m gonna get you, but he didn’t. He said, something like, “That’s not right!”

Then I was running from him. I was like a monkey on the scaffolds. I was up and over them, leaping from the tops then grabbing bars as I was falling through the air. I was like a ‘scaffold spider man’. so I was getting away.
As I began running on the floor, a young girl stepped from around a partition.. She had her arm wrapped around a doll and a thumb in her mouth.
She said, “I’m right here Daddy. She looked like she was maybe 3 yrs old. She was chubby with long blond curly hair.

I looked around trying to gauge how much time I had to get her. I said, “come on.” as I motioned for her to come to me. She said, “I can’t .”

I went to her saying, “come on” . She was suddenly yanked back. She had an extension cord end tied around her waist. As I drew closer to her, the person holding the other end pulled.

Suddenly, I wasn’t close to the girl at all. I was across a room from her and the guy holding the other end of the cord. He had some other guys with him., and they were instructed to get me.
I was like, “oh yea?” and I suddenly had an end of the cord I could pull on, and I pulled. The guy holding the other end said if you keep doing that, the girl’s gonna get hurt.

This is all I remember of this dream.

I had another dream prior to the above, but I can’t remember what it was.

5 Feb 2010 Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 12:14:00 +0000

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5 Feb 2010

I had a dream last night that I was at a weird kind of camp. There was a bunch of us soldiers sleeping on cots - the cots were a strange combination of the folding (army) cots and those cots one might buy at Academy sports. Anyway, It seemed the cots came in a kit, and included in the kit were (for lack of a better description – sleeping slippers) made of the same blue/green nylon material the cots were made from.

It seemed we were waking after a night of sleep, and it was time to go. We were outside. We were folding the cots and putting them (as well as the sleeping slippers) inside the bags they went in and I decided I was going to steel the sleeping slippers.

So as I was walking away with them, I realized I was going to get busted. I then went back to my kit to replace the slippers, but I realized it wasn’t my kit when I opened it and found the cot inside was covered with dew and grass clippings.

I knew I took care of my stuff better than that. I then realized I opened someone else’s kit. It belonged to a female soldier I knew in the army –last name “Toliver”. This is all I remember of this dream.

1/28/2010 Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 05:32:00 +0000

This dream contained a person I haven't seen in 16 years. When I was stationed at Ft. Polk, a family took me in. That's right, they took me in and made me one of their own. This family was Keith and Beverly (Mother and Father), Teresa, Jennifer, and Amy (The Kids). I did everything at their home. I NEVER felt like I was a burdon, and I always felt welcome.

In this simple little dream, this short dream, I remember seeing Amy standing there smiling at me with 2 of her children. She was smiling because she was so happy to see me again, and I was elated to see her again.

The last time I saw Amy, she was like 11 or 12 I think. The dream left me yeauning to speak with the family again.

I called them on the phone today and reconnected with them. It was really refreshing to speak with Teresa again.

1/20/10 Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 05:21:00 +0000

This dream was very emotional. You see, I deeply love my brother-in-law's kids. I was never able to have any of my own, and since I've been in the kids lives since they were born, I have strong paternal feelings for them.

That said, I dreamed someone was taking the kids away from their home. I don't know why. And the 3 kids, their mom and dad and I were outside as they were being pulled away.

I managed to pull emily aside to tell her she could call me at anytime, and if she needed anything all she had to do was call. I wanted to tell her these things, but I simply could not get the words past my lips. I was crying like a baby.

This is all I remember of this dream

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 16:17:00 +0000

16 Dec 2009… I had a dream this morning.

My wife and I were at a house that was for sale. It seemed that we had already bought the house yet it still contained the former occupants stuff. Looking around, I remember thinking how great it was that all the stuff came with the house. On a wass, along with an assorted collection of odds and ends was a folding knife collection. There must have been a couple of dozen knifes hanging horizontally, on atop the other in or 4 columns. They were mounted on a motorized pully system that raixed and lowered the display at will.

In another room , the kitchen or maybe a sun room was a motorized bubble maker. A thing that looked like a small hair blow driyer,. The idea behind it is to stick the end of it into bubble solution, depress the trigger and bubbles came out. Well, when I depressed the trigger, right there where the gun hung on the wall, bubbles didn’t come out, the ceiling fan turned on.

In another part of the dream, I came across a single octive synthesizer with two cassette decks built in. It appeared to be (compaired to modern standards) a pretty old piece of equipment. I was trying to show my wife some of the things it could do. I was having a difficult time getting the thing to do anything, and just as I was figuring it out my wife lost interest.

Out side there were a bunch of junk vehicles. But, one, a camouflaged painted camaro with a supercharger motor was not a piece of junk. It had a light bar across the roof, kind of like a cop car but the light bar protruded past the edge of the roof on each side of the car (like it was too big).

When the car ran it made a peculiar whistling sound as the accelerator was depressed … as it was throttled.

There was an old truck of some sort. The body looked like it was in great shape. It might have been a ‘30s model something that looked kind of like a large PT cruiser. Anyway, the vehicle was used only to anchor a rope end. The other end of the rope , suspended from the ground extended out of sight.

This is all I remember of this dream.