Dreamlog

12/23/16 Pleading with Protected brother and Cigarette Stealing

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 23 Dec 2016 08:23:00 +0000

12/23/16 1:55am

Sleeping on the couch I had a weird dream.

It was a drama about a guy who got a bunch of money from his brother to keep some kind of factory going.

I think I was the brother who received the money, and I was also an observer in this dream.

It’s kind of short, but the drama was deeply felt.

So, I was just suddenly there in a large room resembling a work floor of a factory that seemed to have train tracks running through it.

A strange door opened from a relatively high place on the wall. It was a white door that initially moved like a drawer when a handle on the right was pulled. The door swung own and out then opened via hinges on the right. There was my dream brother in a kind of protective enclosure. He was just able to stand there and talk.

I could feel that he was very important to all of us. So I remember pleading with him because he thought I lied to him about why I needed money and what I did with the money he gave me.

Other people (workers?) were around observing. I was like, “You think I would come to you and ask for a measly $450,000 if I didn’t legitimately need it? I used the money for exactly what I said I was going to use it for. “

I got the feeling he didn’t believe me so I was pleading with him. I walked right up to him. He was in that protective case-thing and I climbed up a bit to look directly into his face. I pleaded, “Look in my eyes, I promise I didn’t lie to you, you have to believe me”.

I felt relief , suddenly. For some reason, with out him speaking I knew he saw I was telling the truth.

So his little protective case in which he could only stand lifted up, door closed down and then slid back into the wall. The handle was then pushed up toward the wall.

I had another dream as well.

Here’s what I remember:

I went into a store for cigaretts II don’t smoke any more quit 9/16/2004).

I can’t remember which brand I wanted. I went across the floor, turned right as I passed the register and looked on a shelf close to the floor. I saw several unopened packs of smokes scattered there. There was also an open pack of smokes laying there. There was an opening in the wall behind the bottom shelf where that open pack of smokes sat. I figured the clerk was reaching in occasionally and smoking from that pack.

I asked if they had a particular brand , they didn’t. The clerk said she had another brand though. I said, no thanks and saw a price tag for one pack was $5.29.

Without buying any smokes I walked out with that already opened pack protruding from front pocket.

I quickly jumped in the passenger seat and we drove away.

This is all I remember of these dreams.

12/17/16 Wood Cutting, Devil Worship interruption, Deal not Honored

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 17 Dec 2016 14:39:00 +0000

Interesting dream about a kid with long reddish-brown hair.

He looked like he was around 16 years old. Strange thing about this kid is that at times in this dream I was the kid and at others I was a passive observer, and at other times I was an unseen friend of this kid.

I don’t know what his name is.

This kid got beat up two different times in my dream but I only remember the second. There was also a narrator who would speak (unseen) like in a TV show.

He was walking home (quite a long walk) through the woods on a pine-needle covered dirt road. Near the end of where the road would curve left, the boy would turn right walk through the woods for a bit then tromp down a shallow, but steep ravine, jump across the water then climb up the other side.

We’ll get back to that in a minute.

The boy lived alone I think. He went to a run-down building where the owner did odd jobs for people. The boy went there and asked he had any fire wood for sale. The man said no, but he would cut some..

So the boy waited there. Then “I” became the man cutting the wood became boy and my brother (with a helper). My brother was measuring every log he cut, and for some reason I was very impatient. I said, “let me help.” I started ‘reaching and grabbing’ (as they say) and I was throwing logs toward my brother so they could be cut more quickly. But He was still moving very slowly. I said, give me the saw. “let me cut the wood” he said no he’s got it. I said, “you don’t have to measure every one, you can estimate the lengths and cut more quickly”. He said, “I want the logs to look good”(essentially).

So I went back to the guy’s shop to wait for the wood.

I waited all day. Then in the evening, I noticed people started arriving and pulling up chairs in the man’s shop. Before I knew it there were a couple dozen adults worshiping Satan.

I just about couldn’t stand it. I started saying the Lord’s prayer very loudly as I headed toward the door.

The people in the room were indignant to me waving their hands telling me to leave.

I went outside and headed home.

This would be the second time the boy had gotten beat up.

He went down the road, cut through the woods and just when he went to hop the water in the creek, he saw some area high school kids arrive in a car on the road above.

As I observed the dream, and the boy walked down the road, I heard the narrator say something to the effect that this is where the boy gets punished the worst by the boys. He used a word like captive or kidnapped…. Something like that.

So suddenly I was an unseen friend walking with the boy. Some other kids on bicycles were arriving above as the boy, instead of jumping over the water, jumped right into the creek and started running toward what looked like a bridge over the creek up ahead a ways.

I (the unseen friend) had a squirt gun and I was spraying water into the face and eyes of the kids on the bikes. One of the kids fell as a result.

They ended up catching the boy and pulled him into the car. They were punching on him and doing I-don’t-know-what.

The next day the boy went to retrieve his firewood from the man who holds devil worshiping services in his shop. The boy was with friends this time. Then, I became the boy again.

I told the guy I was there to pick up my wood. He then gave me a lame excuse why he couldn’t sell it to me; Something about how it wasn’t fair to sell it to me when he had not put any on the market in town.

Now I became indignant. I yelled, “you are full of shit!” I was angry. I cussed him up one side and down the other. I told him I would never do business with him again.

This is all I remember of this dream

12/03/16 Truck Crash, Flying Roof Repair and Shrinking flight

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 02 Dec 2016 12:40:00 +0000

12/02/16 Dream Last Night

Several parts to Last night’s dream and not necessarily in the correct order:

I got into my truck and was going to drive it somewhere but I couldn’t keep it on the road. Although I didn’t think I was driving too fast for the curves, it was as if I were going to fast and the truck was swinging wide. I drove around one curve and saw a guardrail on the edge of the curve and hoped it would keep my truck on the road but it didn’t. I broke through, hit a tapered embankment and launched myself into the air and down into a ravine. It was like slow motion.

I remember thinking, “I’m going to find out what it’s like to get killed.” Then I thought “I was not going to allow myself to lose consciousness.

The truck landed nose-first at the edge of a creek. This is all I remember of this part of the dream.

In the next part, I was standing outside of some apartment buildings. I thought I’d see if I could fly. I did my flying movement (kind of like flapping chicken wings, but a bit slower; actually gripping the air with my elbows and pulling myself upward). Up I went.

I went up to the roof of the apartment building; about 5 stories. I saw some men on their hands and knees up there. I asked what they were doing. They said they were fixing the asphalt roof.

They told me they didn’t have the money to have the roof replaced, so they were patching it by hand. Here’s what they were doing: They were (with their hands) scraping out bad roofing from within cracks in the roof. It was kind of disgusting. But I found myself helping.

This is all I remember of this part of the dream.

The next part I was just flying around. I flew along a highway and came upon a (blocked segment?). I was flying fast and didn’t have much time to react so I thought, I can shrink my size down and fly through grooves in the blockage material. That’s what I did.

This is all I remember of this part.

I also remember dreaming that I was telling about parts of this dream to some of my co-workers, but the words would not come out my mouth.

This is all I remember of last night’s dream.

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11/19/16 Flying inside and outside

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 20 Nov 2016 02:25:00 +0000

Dream this morning was about me flying again. But this time I was inside at first in what I believe to have been my childhood home. I had great control of my flying ability this time and performed the usual 'chicken elbow' flapping.

To describe this motion more clearly, it's like my elbows grip the air and I pull against it... levitating me. I'm not flapping my arms quickly, it's rather slow and deliberate.

To show my control I few across the breakfast bar with great skill and control.

Next thing I know I was outside looking at some tall 100 foot pine trees. I wanted to see what they looked like from above so I decided I was going to fly up there to see. I assumed I'd have not troubloe since I had great control inside.

When I started to fly, however, I didn't have the control or power I thought I'd have and I don't think I mad it to the top of the trees like I wanted.

This is all I remember of this dream.

11/16/16 Trump Tower and Parking Garage Fight

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Thu, 17 Nov 2016 00:18:00 +0000

11/16/16

Alarm woke me from dream at 5A.M.

I was on a drive somewhere with my mom. I guess I must have been young and in a car seat because I had limited views. I could see through the windshield at and upward angle and I could see out of the door window to my left, also at an upward angle.

I was thinking we were driving south out of NYC and the traffic was backed up to a crawl… though I couldn’t see traffic from my vantage point.

I complained to mom about both going out of town again and using this particular highway again. She told me where we were going but I can’t quite remember what she said. Maybe some beach in North Carolina.

What I could see out of the wind shield was two large white-ish concrete buildings on either side of the highway. They were lit up with spotlights and towered high into the sky. The shape wasn’t a clean rectangular line, however , it had lower roofed sections n front and higher sections in back.

I looked out the left window and saw a huge towering parking garage. This thing was goliath and incomplete at the same time.. It also towered into the sky but it’s side to side massiveness equally massive.

Then I saw the tall white buildings and said (or heard someone else say) that’s Trump tower.

The next thing I know I’m being chased… I guess in this massive parking garage that is “incomplete”. I slide down an embankment and onto a concrete horizontal beam that dead-ends. I have to get out of there but can’t see a way. So I go back and find what seems like a good hiding place in a crevasse under a huge pile of broken concrete/cinder blocks and other building materials. The space was actually pretty large and as I looked around I noticed other places where other people had turned into sleeping spaces.

So I went back out onto the beam. When I reached the end of it, I realized the beam was hollow and there was a telescoping section of concrete beam within the one on which I was standing.

So I crouched down and started sliding it out. I was about 50 feet high and didn’t want to fall. I wondered if I did fall If I’d have tome to ask God to forgive my sins before hitting the floor and being killed.

So I looked around and noticed other men standing on beam-dead-ends too. And my beam-sliding-section was almost reaching one guy. I said, slide your section out to this one and we can cross.

He was too scared too, so I slid mine out as far as It would go and ventured toward him. As I got closer I realized he was on a beam supported by metal scaffold frames. So I jumped toward the legs of one and climbed down.

I was on the ground and in a precarious position because there was a bad man and woman I ended up fighting with.

They wanted to kill me an the other people on the beams (I guess). The floor of the grounds was concrete and now I only remember a couple parts… I was on a beam again listening to the man and woman conspire on how they would get me. I had a hollow beam held an end to my ear, the other pointed toward the couple and listened. (I don’t remember what they said because I couldn’t quite make out there murmurs. So the woman was suddenly climbing onto the beam I was on and talking all nice.. I said, “what’s in your hand?” She said , “nothing” as I stepped on her hand removing a syringe.

She was going to tranquilize me… or worse.

So I climbed down to the ground again where the man was waiting for me. He said some snarky remark like I was too week to survive this… so I grabbed him with both hands around his neck and started squeezing. I saw I it was an effective choke but he reached back and swung at me with his fist…. My alarm went off and woke me up.www.

11/13/16 Spock injects something into my neck

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 13 Nov 2016 20:05:00 +0000

...about 10:30 A.M. on the couch.

I dreamed I was sitting in some kind of reclined medical procedure chairlike apparatus. I had two medical procedures. The first one I remember they went into the back of my neck ad did something of which I can’t remember.

I know it’s strange but I think the cast of StarTrek was performing the procdures.

The second procedure I was feeling a lot of anxiety. I was afraid of what they were going to do. I looked up and saw Spock looking down at me. He said to relax but I couldn’t as he injected something into my spinal canal at the base of my neck. Suddenly I started feeling my legs start to vibrate then go numb beginning with my feet. At the same time, I could feel strange filling sensations in my face and head .

This is all I remember of this dream.

11/13/16 Washer finding, Meat Cooking, coworker sleeping,, bad brick laying, nasty dump truck

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 13 Nov 2016 12:42:00 +0000

11/13/16 5:53 A.M.

Dream I had this morning had a few different sections.

I was on location with what looked like a TV show where some men were supposed to find some small metal washers that were located on the ground at the bottom of some building. It was at night and I saw a few folks at different times locate them. After finding each one they were to place it on a nearby nail that protruded from the building somewhere near where the washer was found. I don’t remember why but some nails were also found and laid on the ground pointing toward maybe the nails that had the washer over them.

So I think it was my turn and I was on my hands and knees reaching under the crawlspace of a brick building. I could see the nail sticking out of the ground right where the bricks on the left side went into the ground/foundation. I was feeling in the dirt for that washer. Someone said, “come on you’re taking too long” I said, “NO! I’m not leaving till I find it.” I finally found it.

Then I got up and moved toward the judges area… but when I got there I found some4 or 5 men in the process of cooking something.

I remember them standing behind a long table each having a large pot sitting on a burner. What they were cooking didn’t fit in the pot all the way. The meat looked like a plump and was roughly rectangular, although it was tied on top, middle and bottom with string that pulled at the sides making the meat look slightly cylindrical. It looked like a giant chicken thigh in color and shape.

I was thinking since some of each person’s meat was sticking up above the rim of each pot that none were done cooking yet and probably not good to eat.

Then I watched one guy pull his out of the pot, rip a piece off and shove it into his mouth. He was smacking his greasy lips saying how good it was .

Then I with some folks interested in what the meat was they were cooking. There was a gaggle of them walking around like chickens but chickens, they were not. I was overhearing someone who said what the names of the animals were and I wanted to know if they were domestic and if they were farmed (like cattle or Chickens).

When I went to ask, I lost my voice. Next think I know I was on a roof swing looking down at someone tryong to ask that same question.

I was yelling it but my voice was gone and it would not travel. It was like the roof itself was swinging back and forth and the man below kept coming in and out of sight.

Another part of the dream I was getting ready for bed. I was going to sleep with a female coworker (not sexual) so I was getting in bed when this little boy came in the room and climbed into bed. I didn’t know the boy, but I gathered the woman beside me did.

Next think I know I was going to actually sleep in my brother’s bed (instead I guess) but when I went in his room the bed was covered with socks laid out as if they were drying. They were all over the bed. So I proceeded to lay them on the dresser and a couple shelves to make room for me to lay down.

This is all I remember of this part.

Another part I had to go to the store and buy some bags of brick mortar so I could lay some bricks on a job for my boss.

The store didn’t have the brand I was sent to get so I got another brand of the same color. I got 10 bags.

I went back to the job and laid the bricks… but the bricks wouldn’t stay in place and after a couple (dream-days) the mortar was still wet! It wasn’t drying… So my dad walks up and says he has something for me to work on. He wants me to chisel and weld something As I was walking with him I see my bricklayer boss, Ken, and tell him about the mortar I bought and I’m like I’m so sorry. I’ll take the mortar back and pay for the bag I used. You don’t even have to pay me for my labor to build the wall, I said.

So I continue walking with dad, and Ken was walking with us. A dump truck drives up and we are walking toward it. It was at night and the truck pulled up into a short alleyway stopping by a BUILDING’S CORNER ON IT’S right side.. The drive gets out and lifts the dum’s tailgate and lets it drop with a loud “CLONG”. A bunch of nasty liquid is jarred from the truck making a splat sound on the pavement. Ken said, “That stinks’. He said this a couple times.

The driver repeated the clonging several times. Then Dad and I continued toward the truck. I figured I needed to fix something on the nasty truck so I (having seen the nearby electrical outlets on the wall on the other side of the truck I said to dad, I’m going to get the extension cords”. He said, “that’s a good ide.”

This is all I remember of this dream

P.S. In one part of the dream above I think I was dreaming in a dream because I woke up yelling something and was like ashamed that I, in all probability, woke up that coworker of mine.

Bird House and Small Pillow 11/11/116

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 11 Nov 2016 12:54:00 +0000

11/11/16

Last night I had a strange dream, a dream in which I only remember only fragments.

I went to Occupational Therapy Assistand school in which I in a therapeutic media class, I had to build a bird house as well as other craftwork.

In this dream, I remember having 2 bird houses that I made (I guess in the course of a dream-life because I only made one birdhouse in real life). So these bird houses were sitting on a ledge outside by room in a big brick building.

There was something else on the ledge, maybe a flower vase or two with fflowers in them. The Bird houses were colorful, contrasting to the one I made in real life which was stained brown.

In another part of the dream a woman was sitting on a couch with someone else and she was looking a something that appeared to be a small pilloow. She was remarking about the quality of it's construction. I said that I made it and she was like, "wow! I love the stitching you'll have to show me hgow you did it6"... or something to that effect.

This is all I remember of this dream.

11/7/16 Sand Dune museum and old couple arguing

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Mon, 07 Nov 2016 11:25:00 +0000

I was dropped off at a very sandy area. It was almost like sand dunes.

A guy dropped me off there (I don’t remember why). I was going to be picked up at a later time. So I started walking.

As I walked, I passed higher and higher sand hills.. After a while, I thought, “I better head back to where I was dropped off so when the guy comes back to pick me up he will be abler to find me.

So I turned back and As I headed back I found and followed another trail between sand hills that led to a building hidden in the sand.

The building was a museum and it was built into a sand hill.

I went in and looked around. I found an information leaflet in a document holder on the wall, took it out but I couldn’t read it. I figured I’d read it when I got home. (I’m vision impaired and use and ACROBAT magnifier to read stuff).

I only remember one display case. It had miniature figurines depicting sexual intercourse positions.

I thought after a while it was time to go and as I went to go out, the guy who dropped me off came back.

Next, I was leaving from an area that was the entrance of the sandy area.

It was a place off of Fairschild Road in Remsen, NY; not far from Route 365. (an area that doesn’t actually have any sandy place like in my dream.)

In the next part of the dream I was watching an older man arguing with his wife about what he was doing with his life. The old man about 65 years old was being picked up by his wife. She was saying they didn’t have the money for him to be working on what he was working on. He said he had $100,000.00 in savings, but that didn’t satisfy her.

She said she was moving in with (I don’t know who; a lady friend I think). They were standing on the side of the road when they were arguing… behind the car. He said something sweet to her ( I didn’t hear what it was) and she said , “Oh (don’t remember the name)!” And they both got in the car.

This is all I remember of this dream.

10/22/16 Police misconduct and 6 year old black girl surprise

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 22 Oct 2016 05:20:00 +0000

10/22/16 about 12:00 midnight.

I can’t remember the first parts of the dream tonight only that it had to do with a black kid and a cop at first.

The black teenager was caught by the police for something minor.

So the cop detained the young man without hand cuffing him.

So the cop was investigating the situation while the kid sat un-cuffed . Other young adults came for him and he was able to run away. Because he was able to flee, he was chased by police as well as the other black kids (probably gang members I’m not sure).

The police and the other teens cornered the black kid at about the same time. (but the cop who initially detained the kid wasn’t there yet.

I think what happened was the cops saw the black kid was about to be killed by the other teens so the policeman fired his weapon at them hitting one.

It was like the scene in a movie… the kid was sitting on the ground leaning against a wall and the cop who initially detained him arrived finally. The kid looks up at him and says, “you should have cuffed me and put me in the patrol car, but you didn’t. Now look what happened! You should have cuffed me and put me in the car.”

I could see the policeman's face clearly. He had a gray mustache and eyebrows with a full head of hair. He was about 50 and a white guy. His face was sullen and guilt ridden. (like a scene you might see in a movie.

Another part of the dream had to do with even smaller black kids….

This dream took place in a house.

It kind of don’t make sense because I was the “subject child” at times and at times I was just a passive dream watcher.

As the subject child, I was a witness to something bad. I think I was actually in trouble for doing something. As a result, I was locked in a small box that sat on a dresser in a bedroom that had a closet door and a simple mattress for a bed.. (I know this dream is a bit fractured and strange) but in another portion of this dream some bigger kids hid in the closet with a gun… a rifle I think and shot someone from that closet as that person entered the room.

Now I am the object person in the box and I know someone is coming after me to kill me. The box has A padlock on it so I don’t think I can bust out. I think I’m about 8 years old and I think I have a sister who is 6. There is a revolver in the box with me that I didn’t realize was in there till later.

I think I was inside the box and outside the box at the same time like I said, but I wasn’t just a passive dreamer like I initially remembered and mentioned.

I think I (as another black child) entered the room to save the child in the box. I knew some people where going to come back to get him. I think kid in box was in there for a day and he said, I thought you were going to get me out. The other kid said, I was, but I think you’re good for another day”

So that kid leaves… still sensing that I (in the box) am in great danger start to struggle) and I strain against the walls of the box with my back and shoulders and the box pops open. I climb out just as I hear the bad people enter the house. At first I was afraid to jump out of the box because I thought the bad people might still be in there with a rifle ready to shoot me…. But I got out t and very gingerly and fearfully kicked at the door…. Empty. Phew! As I turned around I saw the bad people where about to enter the room so I hid beside (and behind the dresser) as much as I could hoping IA wouldn’t be seen. I was thinking when the bad folks entered the room and walked past the dresser I could push the dresser onto them and get away.

I heard one of the people call out, “He’s gone!” As this voice entered the room and moved toward the closet I pushed the dresser. (here’s where it gets weird). So The dresser starts to tip… suddenly I’m (I guess) in the box again because I see the person reaching for the gun which was in the box with me…. But the box with the dresser is now toppling and I grab the gun first…. Suddenly I see the face of the person who is trying to get the handgun. It’s my 6 year old sister! (in real life, I’m a white guy who just turned 50. This was my 6 year old African American sister). She was cute with yellow plastic bows at the ends of her many braids.

I was shocked! I could not believe what I was seeing.... they got to her my 6 year old sister was trying to kill me!

I fell asleep on my loveseat tonight when I had this dream and when I awoke at this part of the dream, I was just about to fall on the floor.

This is all I remember of this dream.

10/02/16 Grief and Joy - The Girl I Lost and the Sight I gained

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 02 Oct 2016 06:14:00 +0000

12:48 am.

In the first part of the dream, I was sitting in a chair when I noticed a girl sitting right beside me in another chair. It looked as if she were reclined.

It only took a few seconds for me to realize who she was. (This is personal stuff.) It was Jennifer, a girl I knew when I was in the Arm whom I truely loved. Although I treated her well, I never expressed my true feelings for her. It was like I was viewing her on a tv monitor because I gazed over her face from the top of her head to her chin, and I started crying.

The sight of her beautiful face , brought to the forefront of my mind the knowledge that I had lost lost this girl. These ideas, my sincere and total love for her were stuffed so far down inside that I never looked at them or thought about them. But there I was in this dream and it hit me. The sight of her broke me down. I was crying uncontrollably.

In the next part of the gym, I was walking along doing nothing of importance. I seemed to realize that I could see clearly.

I was walking around blinking hard in an effort to be sure it was real. I think I was in the back of a car or something. at one point I was anyway.

But When I could suddenly see I started praising the lord. I couldn't stop. A few people were there.. Karl, my boss was there as well as other folks from my work place.

I think I might actually have been at work because I think I was in the process of helping someone when this sudden sight-revelation became apparent.

Karl was very excited. he tested my eyesight. He pointed to some small words on something and said, "what does this say. I easily read it off to him. ZIn my dream I could actually see very well.... (first time this has happened in 13 yyears.

I was reading everything and praising God.

My heart was filled with joy. I was then with some other people realizing one of our patients was there and very sick.

I suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash through me because I was celebrating in the midst of someone who wasw very sick and not exptcted to recover.

I believe this is where Karl pointed to me and used my story to encourage that person about the power of the one true GOD who can do the impossible.

There is a third part of this dream where I was trying to help move some stuff for someone and there was a little plastic clear box that had a spider living in it.

I don't like spiders so I took the box through a glass door and set it on the threshold on it's side. After a while there were birds of all kinds milling about outside that door. I figured a bird ate that spider. I was also hoping one would.

This is all I remember of these dreams.

9/4/16 Lost in City on cloverleaf

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 04 Sep 2016 22:03:00 +0000

Earlier this morning I dreamed I was in a big city and about to take a trip. I think I was on a Greyhound and it was on astreet heading toward the interstate. The driver urned into a Mac Dnald's and said we would be taking a break for about an hour.

I decided I didn't want to stay and ride the bus... maybe I was thinking of going into town then making it back to the bus, in any event, I ended up lost and on foot.

I was walking among the towering twists of a cloverleaf.

I could see the huge city all around me. I also saw that I wanted to get off the highway and onto ground level but I couldn't seem to get there.

I saw a strange hute or what appeared to be a convexed depression made of concfete that went streight down to the ground with a very steep incline. I thought better of trying to slide down it's length because I'd get killed.

This is all I remember of this dream.

7/13/16 Soldiers, Demonic Possession and body slams

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sun, 28 Aug 2016 04:27:00 +0000

Here's one I had in my computer's library since July.

7/13/16 2:17 a.m. dream

A group os soldiers captured by an evil force.

The evil guy could transfer his life-force into other nearby people if he was about to be killed.

We were in a large room. Captured.

Non compliance to the bad-one’s orders was met with swift cruel punishment.

One of us was going to try to get away but got caught. The bad-one had him tied down on a bed-like thing and the bad-one was walked up to him… one of us said, “he’[s going to rape him without even taking his clothes off.” (with his mind). I guess he did because a few seconds later he looked weakened. This was our opportunity to act. One of us went at him with a fury…. We knew he had to be killed quickly before he transferred his life-force to someone else.

I can’t remember how we killed him, but we did… and we thought aloud, he’s going to transfer to another host that was a floor below us.” Somehow we saw as and picked that person up because he was the only one around able to be a host and one of us (me I think) picked him up and slammed him violently to the floor. I did this over and over till the being was dead.

8/27/16 Big boob girls, Beautiful lady, Sudden storm and coworker interaction

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 27 Aug 2016 16:00:00 +0000

8/27/16 09:30 hrs.

I was on a trip to a water park town with my coworkers I was staying at a hotel… the previous day in this dream we did go to the water-amusement park but I can’t remember the details. On this day, I remember sitting in a meeting where jonathan was explaining how we would approach the river portion. He had a dry erase-board that had features drawn our in a crude map. Then I was at the hotel. And I think I may have been in the room with the strange women who were half dressed with large breasts. Not all of them had big boobs,.

Oh…oh!!! In one part of this dream, I was in a building that had rooms inside for tenants.

I was there, maybe with the strangw women, but I saw in an adjacent room a little girl seemed to be playing. I could see another woman in a bed. As I went in, the young girl started playing with me.

The woman was in bed with an older infant, maybe 10 months old. The baby had dark short hair. Mom had blond hair.. it was strait and shoulder length. She had a pleasant face with beautiful eyes. She was a stranger to me although we seemed to have a deep connection. The woman got up to go do something and I laid down in front of her baby (instead of behind her baby like the woman was). Then, seeing me, the baby put its arms around me. The lady came back and laid down in her place, then the mentioned her baby liked me.. then the baby turned toward mom. I wanted to see where this was going…. I could see she had other small kids. One of them even sat on my lap for a moment when I first entered the room.

I was on a commercial building site where blocks were being laid. It was a “drem construction job I’ve been on before) It was possibly a school. I went in to see if any of my old mason-friends were working. The job had come a long way since I saw it last. I went in and as someone passed me I commented I don’t see any of the masons, where are they?” Someone pointed and said down there. So I looked down some stairs and saw just two people laying blocks. I recognized Scott, but the other I didn’t. As the unfamiliar guy laid some, a portion of his wall began to fall. I grabbed ahold of it and held it in place as he reinforced the morter joints with his trowel and fingers He said, “thank man”. This is all I remember of this part…. Except At one point someone came in and said, “You better be at the meeting by 5:30” Presumably a metting about the water park vacation with my current therapy coworkers. So, after spending some doing I din’t remember what, I went to go outside and the sky was BLACK. And I mean black. I knew trouble was coming quickly because a few moments earlier I looked out and the sky was white… and bright. So seeing it was black… so black, I immediately ran back inside . I put two block walls between myself and the outside. And the wind hit. The wind was so hard it felt almost like an earthquake. Debris started falling from the ceiling, I said, “lord help us”.

One part of the strange dreaM EPISODE this morning, Jonathan and I were in what seemed to be a n alley with a roof. I say this because jonathan was looking for something along a wall and I said, “I think this used to be two separate buildings that were made into one” I pointed at the wall and said, “I think this used to be an exterior wall”. It was brick. It had a canvas covering on it and he pulled it aside revealing a murial of some sort.. then another canvas cover was there. This is all I remember of this portion of the dream.

1/22/16 Teaching to Fly

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 22 Jan 2016 11:04:00 +0000

In a dream last night I was in a large room with a roof that was supported by large round marble columns. The ceiling must have been 30 feet high.

I was with other people who were flying like I was.

I was exclaiming how easy it was to fly and was showing the other people how I did it. I found out that if I started concentrating on something else, something other than flying, that after a while I would gradually settle to the ground. I said, "see, you won't just suddenly slam on the ground." It was like I was teaching the others how to do it and I was reassuring them that they wouldn't get hurt.

This is all I remember of this dream.

Cow licks kitten 12/18/2015

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 18 Dec 2015 11:27:00 +0000

I was with a lady (someone I know, but I can’t remember who she was now).

There was a pitiful looking calf licking something. I thought it was a strange-headless-limbless carcass of possibly another cow. But then I realized it was a really cute kitten. A person I was with (whose land we were on) said the cat population exploaded there and now there were over 400 cats there.

As I looked at the calf, I realized it was blind. As it licked, I said, look at it’s eyes they are glazed over (with a milky white film.

I attempted to call out for the cow to come to me, but I was ignored. I then petted the kitten who cringed away from my finger…. Actually I think the kitten was blind…. But now I think the kitten was (though it didn’t look it) were so young their eyes weren’t open yet.

This is all I remember of this dream.

11/10/15 MY OWN DEATH PREDICTION IN A DREAM?

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Tue, 10 Nov 2015 13:04:00 +0000

A young lady who I work with was speaking to me in a dream. She is a mom and a speech therapy assistant.

In my dream, what she first told me registered as something I had heard before (I guess in another dream) but was meant for someone else. Then she repeated, "people who are (or were) born on daylight savings time will die. That's you!"

...uh, I hate to burst her bubble but my birthday is in October.

Anyway, I said, "what!?" She continued, "Yeah, only one in a trillion..." I filled in the rest of her statement with, "...will make it?"

This realization startled me out of my sleep.

I felt like Allison Dubois on the TV show, "Medium".

11/6/15 Scaffold fall, Head comes off

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 07 Nov 2015 21:23:00 +0000

11/6/2015 1:57 AM

I just dreamed I was with some men on a scaffolding apparatus outside of a building It was at night.

Some men came out and picked a few of us to go inside the building with them.

We were not a construction crew.

I guess I didn’t like being left out side and I wanted to see what was so damn important inside and I followed them; shortly after they went in.

It was like the people went in from the scaffolding, through a door-like thing,. When I followed them inside I was stopped by a big sheet of thick plastic hanging from the ceiling like a big curtain. It was closing off the entrance and blocking me from seeing what was happening because there was a black fabric hanging behind the it.

I managed to find the right-hand edge and was peering arouned. My boss-man saw me looking so I took foff running.

He came to the edge of the scaffold and yelled, “okay, now who was that?”

I had jumped done a bit and was quietly hiding.

Someone was on a scaffold above me and was going to give me away, so I was trying to shut the person up. I was holding my finger over my mouth saying shhhhhhhhhhh. But he wouldn’t shut up so I reached up and pulled the person down by the shoulder and threw the person to the ground. It was long enough way down for the person to hit with a shwap, and I saw the impact was strong enough to cause the person’s head to come off.

I felt like I had to get away because my life was in jeopardy. So I started running. And I disc overed I could jump very high.

-this is all I remember of this dream.

10/31/15 Honesty and Courage put to the Test

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 31 Oct 2015 10:07:00 +0000

Saturday 10/21/15 4:57am

I dreamed I was having an argument with a man about whether or not I lie.

He was a white man about 50, tall and he had several friends with him. I could tell they meant business.

He was like, “Do you lie?” I thought about it and said, “no”.

We were outside in a small yard. He said, “you sure?”… then went on with a tirade about dishonesty. I said, “well maybe I shouldn’t have…” And he interrupted me saying, “see you are a liar!” I clarified myself about a mistaken belief I counted on which made something I said, untrue. But, it wasn’t my fault.

Feeling self-righteous and indignant, I boldly explained, “I don’t freaking lie. I don’t have anything to hide!”

I feel like I was trying out for some squad of soldiers… a band of brothers. I don’t know what their function was, though.

Then I tried to show them I could fly like I can do in my dreams, but when I pulled on the air with my bent-elbows I could onluy manage a hover of just a couple feet above the ground.

Another Dream tonight, I was at an outdoor gang party. To start with, I didn’t feel confident being there.

Then someone snatched me and pulled me to an area off to the side. I was hearing gunshots. And now I was getting scared. They were hazing some new guys and I realized I was a new guy. If I wanted in I had to go out into a clearing where I would be shot at. If I managed to get out there and not get shot, I was in.

I started looking for a way out. There was a chainlink fence to my left about 10 foot high. To my right was a black shed-like structure. I would have to scale a wall, run about 30 feet then jump over a fence. (I’d be shot before I mad it).

I think they were Hispanic. They said, “you gotta do it.” When I they saw me glance around to find a way out and they said, “no no no. You wanna die now? So, reluctantly I decided to do it.

This dream scenario became a bit familiar, so, I did as memory served me: I started angrly stripping my clothes off. I was attempting to show them that I was not scared. I had on a white button-up shirt and black slacks and black loafers.

Then a kid runs up behind me and I feel him tap me on the neck. He was a thin white kid of about 10 years.

As he passed me he was kind of hopping saying like he had so much energy and if he didn’t move he would burst. He said, “we gotta make it even.” I realized he had a box cutter in his hand, with the blade wide open, and that’s what he tapped my neck with. I didn’t feel the slice in my neck.

He tried to swipe at my arm, but I was able to move aside to avoid it.

Then I stepped toward the place I’d be shot at, and saw the shooter setup.

Two people were behind a plywood wall each had a revolver (pistol) barrel poking from a small hole. The holes were too small for the shooter to use the aiming mechanisms. They would be simply pointing and shooting. I was supposed to see where the barrels were pointing and move away from that direction.

I said, “I could get killed! Has anyone died doing this?” Some one else said, “yeah, all the time.”

This is all I remember of this dream.

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Fort Polk Military Police apartment raid: updated from November 2014

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 24 Oct 2015 14:07:00 +0000

I found this short entry along with another that I had reverted to draft when I wrote them. I ran across them not realizing they were just drafts and I made some typing corrections, hit update, and WHAM! they were posted. I thought of deleting them, but, eh, why not post 'em.

Right now it's about 10:00 pm and I had this dream earlier today.

I was at Ft. Polk again. so, I was riding in a vehicle and I noted as I looked up, I never saw this part of Fort Polk before...

I was looking at housing units families.

There were at least 3 floors. When I looked up I saw stairs and a hand rail running parallel up 3 flights.

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I was with a bunch of law-enforcement officers at fort polk. I felt a wave of nostalgia pass through me because I was part of the installation again.

We were going to raid one (or more) apartment(s).

10/24/15 Last night reminder that I don't remember

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Sat, 24 Oct 2015 13:57:00 +0000

Okay, this is going to sound weird (as if my other posts in this dream log aren't).

It was an active dream night. I only remember two things:

1. I was standing by a window in the same room with a couple who were making love and I was naked.

2. I became acutely aware that I was dreaming (not related to #1 above). I thought, I can't believe I didn't remember this dream (and record it on the log already) because I've experienced this scenario already multiple times.

If I dream this dream again, I'll try to wake up and document what it is all about.

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10/23/15 - River Path, Lost car, Survivalist's House, Naked at Reunion

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Fri, 23 Oct 2015 08:47:00 +0000

2:44 am Friday morning 10/23/15

I dreamed I drove my car and stopped on the street beside 2 brick buildings. I got out and went down a grassy embankment to a concrete breezeway between the two buildings. I had the feeling I was there before and knew the place. I walked bast the buildings and off of the concrete walkway onto a path that seemed to run along a river.

The path was narrow with tall weeds or tall grass on each side of me.

I think I was attending a college hangout or party because (later on the way out) I was passing young adults who were on their way to where I was leaving..

But I don’t remember what happened at the place I went to. I do remember hurriedly leaving though. And I was looking for my car. It was my blue Honda that I really used to drive.

After I emerged from the path on my way out, I had the feeling I would have a difficult time finding my car again and I did. Strangely, I felt like I would be able to look down and see it from a high place above the brick buildings. So, I emerged onto the concrete walk and looked down to see my car… not there!

I think it was like I was on top of the building and it had a flat roof, a portion of which jutted out toward the street where I drove my car. I thought, maybe I’m confused where I left my car. So I went down some stairs and around to the front of the building and there my car sat. I heard a voice say something like, “I told you it would be there”.

But as I walked around to the driver side, I saw what looked like a boot on the back tire. But it wasn’t a boot. Someone put a boot-like attachment on my back tire which was connected to a chain which was connected to a track hoe. Immediately I thought I left the car too long sitting on the side of the road, but as I looked again I think I was on tip of large dam with concrete side railings.

I was yelling “hold on, hold on!” to the driver of the machine. I followed my car down into a shop with an overhead door. The place was filthy and cluttered. He told me I was going to have to walk.

The next thing I know, I’m at a sporting goods store.

The floor was carpeted and I remember walking through the place. I walked through a wide doorway with no doors, through a large room with the check out counter on the left. I saw the back wall had some interesting merchandise upon it. I can’t remember what the stuff was. But I remember an employee coming over to me who suggested a particular one of the items. I remember it was round, flat and fit in the palm of my hand. It was shiny as well.

I started to leave but realized I had not hung the item back up. It was still in my hand. So I went and put it back. As I was leaving, I walked past the counter and a display of boots. They were on display upon stacked circular shelves of decreasing size from the floor up. It looked more like ladies fashion foot ware rather than hunting boots.

The next thing I am at someone’s house. There are several of us there. I think I went to the house with a couple women and a t least w other men, my boss-man and friend, Karl, and one of my co-workers, Michael.

So the house belonged to a survivalist. The house was built pm high stilts or maybe concrete pylons over water. A large man-made pond I believe. I don’t remember the inside of the house.

I do remember the owner had a porch running along at least one side of the house. It had a hand railing. At one spot on the porch, thee railing was gone, and a large metal basket was tied up. It was used to transport the home owner across a wide gap in the porch floor. I think maybe he had another “house” like 15 or 20 feet away from the one we were occupying … like maybe he had another structure he parked a boat beside, climbed up, gets in the basket and pendulums to the main house. Yes, I think this is it. This way, no one can get to his place without a helicopter. The house was like 40 or 50 feet above the top of the water.

So I remember the guy coming out of the house, he throws something down. A large square plastic bowl of sorts. He starts pulling out stuff that looked like food… meat. Maybe turkey drumsticks. He wiped an end of it across his butt, then douse it with some reddish liquid he kept in a ketchup dispenser, then tossed it over the railing and into the water.

(I’m remembering another part of this dream session, I was naked and in bed at a family reunion. It was like a reunion banquet and I was out side where all the tables were set up, and people were eating, but I was naked in bed. I wanted to get up and get some clothes on but everyone would see me.)

So, back to the survivalist’s home. Apparently he was feeding the wildlife in the water. So I looked over the railing into the water. You would not believe the wildlife in that water.

I saw trout, catfish, snakes, I even saw a tarantula swimming along with turtles.

I exclaimed to Karl, “Wow! Would you look at all the stuff in that water?” Karl looked over the edge and said, “wow! You’re right! That’s incredible.”

The water was very clear and we could see all the way to the bottom.

The shore wasn’t too far away and suddenly we saw 2 of the girls we came with on the grass just beyond the shoreline. They were making noise laughing and talking. The homeowner got angry and said, “I thought I told you people, KEEP QUIET!” I said, “I’m so sorry”. The guy was like, “I’ll show you sorry.” And he scooped me up and acted as if he were going to toss me over the railing into the water, then as he started to throw me, I saw Michael had the other half of me and I realized they were pranking me. They weren’t going to toss me in.

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10/8/15 Kidnapper Drowns Victim - Psychic Dream?

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Thu, 08 Oct 2015 10:55:00 +0000

2:40 Am

I just woke up from a dream choking.

I dreamed I was a kidnap victim kept in a house and I got away.

I think I was psychic in my dream.

I remember that I unsuccessfully tried escaping before.

The house was on a road that ran along the top of a hill. There weren’t a lot of trees. The road the house was on intersected another road somehow below which curved around and ran parallel to the part of the road the house was on. So I could see the a road down the hill as I stood on the road in front of the house This road was also on a hill.

In the house I remember a dark haired young man. I was shocked that this man would allow himself to be kidnapped too. He was behind a plexi-glass window, as if he were a window display. He was in the fetal position sucking his thumb and whimpering. It was as if he were positioned not flat on a normal bed, but kind of like he was mounted in his position on a black felt covered wall , some 12 inches behind the plexi-glass. I wondered in my dream why he doesn’t just punch the plaexi-glass and get away. I checked it with my hand to see if it was plexi or not. It was thin too.

Then I turned around and saw a big wheel “type” bicycle (2 wheeler) in a half opened box. This was my escape .

I took the bike out and started to get out of the house with it cause our captors were gone. I rode down the hill, coasting. Then I thought I better not use the streets because I’d get caught by the captors again.

So I cut through people’s yards. I didn’t realize, however, that my escape would be hindered by fences behind people’s homes. Finally I came to a tall chain-link fence that bordered next to a street.

There were some officers there. One officer was a young latino/indian man. The other was a blond hair woman, and there was a guy.

During my escape, I think I knew the street name and number of the house I was kept in. but I was unable to read it(or see it) .

I think I was a little kid in the dream.

The officers were talking to me. They were telling me (through the fence) that it was over now. One told me the police were at the house already.

The lady mentioned another case. She said, remember that case from last month or week (I’m not sure now) … then the dream me started choking. .

It was as if the dream me was psychically connected to someone in that house who was being drowned. I managed to gasp, they’re drowning me. One of the officers yelled into his walkie talkie, “get in there they are killing one of them!” the dream me was really choking now. I could feel that I couldn’t inhale anymore and I was unable to breathe.

That’s when I awoke really choking and gasping for air.

Strange dream huh?

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Human Trafficking - woman, girl and boys.

noreply@blogger.com (Daniel Taverne) — Wed, 17 Sep 2014 11:41:00 +0000

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8/17/14

Last night I dreamed someone wanted to sell me a girl. As the person walked with me around the side of their property, we came upon a chain link fence. It was located right next to a city street. Then I realized it wasn't just a fence. It was one of them dog pen enclosures. It was about 4 feet high and on top of the dog pen was a lumber pile/rack.

As I looked, I noticed a sheet of plastic covering the girl. There was a dog in there sleeping with her.

I could only see her dark hair since she was covered. up.

I asked the person with me how long she's been there. I was told 8 years. To myself I was like, "Damn !"

Then the person with me went back in. As that person went in, the girl started getting up. Under my breath, to the girl I whispered, "Hang tight, I'm gonna get you out of here." I saw she was a little older than I had imagined. She was also slightly - big boned-.

Then We were inside. The person who was selling the girl was fixing a steak dinner for us. The room was run-down and sparsely furnished.

I asked how much they were asking for the girl, they said like 8 or 9 thousand dollars.

Then 2 little boys and a little girl came into the room. The boys went toward the kitchen... I didn't get a look at them. The dark hair girl of about 3 years old came toward me. Shje had a round face and round eyes and looked a little dirty. As I attempted to pick her up, she recoiled. and ran back to where she came from.

I was taken to a trap door where it was opened. I looked down at a ladder leading down into a stable like area. There was hay around and I could see some stalls.

This is all I remember of this dream.