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March 13, 2010

Dreameryv2: T.V Cowgirl Dream, Horse and Dr. Phil.

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March 13, 2010

T.V Cowgirl Dream, Horse and Dr. Phil.

In, I think, a much longer dream which I cannot recall all of. I was dressed in full cowgirl dress of a light color and a buck skin jacket with fringe on the bottom and trimmed in lovely bright shinny bead work, traditional to the American Southwest Indians. Also, a cowboy style hat. (I think of old black and white movies starring Dale Evans, and Roy Rogers, and particularly, how attractive she was in the theater posters which were in color. )

Some how I had a contract for a T.V. cowboy program. That for some reason I felt I had keep secret from my father. He doesn’t suspect me of any such arraignment because I would never in his opinion, be so un-lady like as to romp with cowboys, fight or ride a wild horse. Dr. Phil was there dressed in business suit and black Texas cowboy hat. (He was a producer more than a doctor of any kind.) He kept trying to get me to go on a black stallion. Finally, I consented. The horse was very restless and I had to tie a rope around my waist and to the saddle to stay on. I complained the scene would not photograph well, as this was too distressing. He insisted I go on as the script required as we had a schedule to meet. He was very persuasive and seemed to have a superior understanding of what was to happen next. For technical reasons, the scene was to be filmed in reverse order. I was to swing across a river to an island where the stallion was in a barn and get on it there.

I was to put a toothpick in the horse’s mouth and a wooden plug in his right ear when I completed the scene, at the end point, which when shown was to be the start point. This action was to guide the film editor where to cut and would not show in the final version. I protested this was too confusing, but Dr. Phil assured me it would come out right in the end.

However I was afraid the horse would bite me and I had on a pair of gloves. When I found out what I had to do I wanted to refuse, but told Dr. Phil I would rather do the fight scene with the two bad guys next in the script. He said it too late to do that. So I decided to ride the stallion, the two bad guys actors belonging to the next scene were there and helped me calm the horse. Then when I was midstream, the rapidly moving river nearly swept me off. I kept trying to hold on to it. I Finally made to the other side, where additional film crew people were shooting from there. My cowgirl costume was destroyed. I asked  for someone to help to dry the tired and frightened horse.

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March 11, 2010

“CRYBABYSTILL”–(JoAnn) Invited Guest Blogger March 11, 2010 Dream: White Hair- Vanity.

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  • -(JoAnn) “CRYBABYSTILL”- Invited Guest Blogger

  • March 11, 2010

  • Dream: White Hair- Vanity.

[In my dream] I am dressing to go to work and was running late as I combed my hair I discovered a tangled mass of whitish hair and cut it away and threw it in the bathroom trash can. Which I noticed had some messy stuff similar to old tea leaves on the bottom, which now with the hair tossed on top seemed to form a crude picture of a head reminiscent of the ones in the tea cup reading game we played when I was a kid. At first, I didn’t believe I had every had any white hairs ever, then I remembered someone whose name I can’t remember but someone had once told me I had some white hairs. I search, for a name for the partly remembered voice and “Jane Austin” pops into my mind but I reject it, as she was a early writer of romance novels and of a hundred years ago, no way in a position to have called my attention to signs of ageing. Like a Rorschach Ink blot the image takes on a female head shape, as I stare at it. I see an odd looking woman with a most pecpeculiar hair do.

Image I saw.

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The Image I saw. Ouch!

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March 6, 2010

Mountain Software Writer “Two Women and the Burning Curtain.”

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“Two Women and the Burning Curtain.”

March 6, 2010

Recently my employer sent a group of us to Atlantic City for the demonstration of our new, now in production, electronic devices. That went off without a hitch, and by this fall, many of these devices will be extending the horizons of communication in ways never before possible.

The weather was cold, stormy and the airport connections delayed, causing our team to set for hours together at airport boarding areas. Hardly anything enjoyable. After a time of watching the monitors for news related to our next flight. It all seemed to have gone into an endless futile loop. The executive level members separated themselves to the bar and the rest of us began to talk amongst ourselves. We talked about the technical problems and the monotony of the seemingly endless testing that followed whenever even the slightest changes in the hardware configurations was made.

But it was the human element involved that became our main conversation item.

There had been clashes of management styles and petty conflicts, as recurring events, during the two year lead time. There appeared to be, as we talked to be a general feeling that we had collectively and as individually had somehow survived an ordeal of some kind. There was open pride in having succeeded. There was also some guilt about the human problems that occurred along the way.

We talked of the several team members that had variously quit, been fired or transferred out. We spoke of what different members knew about these lost co-worker’s problems. Some of these had had ugly personality changes, some had illicit love affairs and/or abuse involved personal lives. A common thread was; that nearly all the lost team members had taken to heavy drink and/or drug usage, (legal RX, street or both) just before they left the team.

A few days after I was back at work and in the security of my home space, I had a dream that has bits and pieces of that trip and some strange twists.
I am in a window lined corridor type construction that is common in modern airports. I am with two women, one is a team member from the recent trip and the other is an attractive, polite, but rather distant and impersonal person, that I know to be divorced and that she lives alone. She was not on the trip, but I do see her from time to time at corporate headquarters. I have never approached her, although I have thought about doing so.

In the dream for some reason the three of us are at an access point of the corridor where different aisles lead to different flights. The two women check the documentation and boarding passes and start to argue over which way to proceed. The argument turns nasty, and they both turn to me to say which one is right. As I don’t really know, I try to make a decision from what is printed on my boarding pass. I struggle to read it, but the numbers for the aisle and the check in desk are too blurred to read.

Both women are now angry with me, each saying I was unworthy and incompetent, or they wouldn’t be in the mess of potentially missing the flight.

The windows along the corridor have curtains that can be pulled across to shut out the sun, when needed. They are open now and planes parked outside can be clearly seen.

The ‘team’ woman in anger or frustration, pulls the curtain across the window and partly wraps herself in it, as if not to see us at all. This infuriates the ‘corporate woman’ and she pulls out a butane lighter and sets fire to it. I try to smother the flames but fear I am going to get burnt. Also I think the ‘team woman’ misinterpreted my actions as attacking her.

I struggle to get awake and a part of the dream replays, only now, it is I, who grabs the lighter from the ‘corporate woman’ and make sure the curtain burns.

I am repelled at the thought of such maliciousness on my part and get awake enough to turn the light on.

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February 21, 2010

Dreameryv2 February 21, 2010 “Fiddle Cat & Mascot Cat” Dream.s”

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FEBRUARY 21, 2010

CAT N’ FIDDLE, pops into my dream world- stirs memories of my music and booze fueled family.


Cats, fictional real and functional enter my dream world often. I have had dreams of a taking cat who acted to guide me from out of imprisonment imposed on me by an old woman. Also one of a tomboy like “Puss in the Boots” and recently one, of ‘the cat and the fiddle‘ story who appeared and astonishingly rapidity played the country style fiddle duel, “the Devil’s Pact” (Charlie Daniel’s Band–”The Devil came down to Gorgia.) -not sure of the actual song title but its story implications are clear enough. It is that my subconscious is saying I’ve made a bad bargain with the devil-my associations run to the thoughts of coming from a musical family, where as a child and young adult music, dancing, singing, drinking and fighting was what the adults do. And which appeared to be that which was the joy of their lives. It also led to broken hearts, stupid relationships, divorces and despicable behaviors. Their levels of interactions had very high and then very low mood swings.

My husband, Bill is quiet, thoughtful, hardly every drinks. He does not seem to desire the wild life at all. Logically, he is a good husband. When we have a small dispute it is almost always over my poor handling of money, When this happens he call me a financial idiot and I strike back, that he may be right, but that when it comes to music, it is he who is the idiot!

Last night, I dreamed I was back at my old schools music department and I was explain to my friends that I would not be coming back. Because I was accepting a profitable, but non music related job, which pleased my husband, whom I said frowned on working for nothing, (as was the usual rule in the music department.) They all laughed, as they knew that was their fate.

As I left the building one of the pet cats that had been there for years followed me because it liked me so well. Apparently the cat was the mascot and good luck piece for the nusic department. I petted it and told it it was needed there and had to stay.

Back home I aomehow learned that a series of bad luck events had occured at the music department. Teachers had been fired for inaaprprate affairs with students, a fire distroyed the music hall and the senior music professor had colon cancer and was not expected to live. The schedieuled perforances had consquently been cut in half.

There was a message, I didn’t fully inderstand, about a dog that was attacked and killed by a hungry mountain lion in front the school. Some how I was expected to feel guilty or responsible for this. But I did’t really feel that way about the news.


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February 18, 2010

flash card: revisionist psychology. Our Revisionists include social and education views.

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flash card: revisionist psychology. Our Revisionists include social and education views.

Non-Therapy Re-Framing (NPL Neuro-Linguistic-Programming) When you need help not analysis or therapy,

This thread (there are of course, other views) of neuro-linguistic programming. is the one advocated by mostly, of course, non-therapists, educators, coaches, parents, managers, employers or any other, not officially licensed to claim being some kind of therapist.
It is somewhat on the older belief, that there exists in each of us, a common sense, one neurological and linguistically represented is already within you. You have only to learn how to access it.

Don’t try to remember this. It will stick in your mind relative to what it means to you. There are no therapists or psychologists for hire at this site.You are your own therapist here.

February 16, 2010

Crybabystill (JoAnn) February 2010 Pharoh’s cat dream.

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  • -(JoAnn) “CRYBABYSTILL”- Invited Guest Blogger

  • February 16, 2010

Dream: The Pharoh’s Cat

I arrive on the city bus at the Rosicrucian Museum. I have a membership pass and the ticket monitor, looks it and smiling tells me I am early and should visit a newly furbished tomb chamber replica, that now carefully reconstructs a burial chamber. And that it it is a near virtual reality event. I follow the suggestion and join others listening to the lecturer, restating the Egyptian burial beliefs which seem to have gone few revisions during their very long history. He said it is remarkable the core beliefs changed little, but the representations in art and architecture, just expressed them differently. The group descended down steps to the burial chnaber that was smaller in space, so that we had to push tighter together, This made me uncomfortable. Our attention was called to a small cabinet like box on the wall high above our heads. The guide caused its door to move open and inside was a painted eagle, that had spread out its wings as if taking off for the after-world.

I feel something touching my legs and because we are so tightly packed together, I have panic thoughts about being molested or groped. I work my hand down fully expecting to contact some body’s hand, Instead, I detect that it is a furry cat and shift around until I can lift it high enough to see it. It is a black cat with a long neck and short hair, a living version of the cats pained on the wall decorations. I am relieved, it is calm and comfortable in my arms. I become worried that somehow I had violated some sacred tradition and could expect punishment of some kind to follow. The guide is too far on the other side of the crowd to ask, what to do and a trumpet horn sounds and the crowd pushes me back up the steps into the foyer.
A security guard passes and I try to explane what happened. He calls me crazy and to get that cat out of here now. Outside I feel I am RESPONSIBLE FOR BREAKING SOME LAW. I think that I don’t want a cat. BUT FEEL I AM BEING TRAPPED INTO CAREING FOR THIS ONE. I think then of reincarnation and wonder if a connection exists.

To go home with the cat is a concern, in that the city bus has a no pets allowed policy. I would have to take a taxi. I put the cat down and try to walk away, but its follows closely.
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My analysis of this dream runs on two tracks, the obvious and what is not there.

The obvious is I am a seeker, looking for some enlightment from the ancient world, perhaps partly echoing my early catholic indoctrination which also covered much of the same thought world, with heaven, hell, enternal life and a panthion of saints.

The feeling in the dream of much being unsure. Could there be this also as a reality in the modern world? I am unsure–there is much unsure in the dream content- I arrive too early, I am diverted to the reconstructed repliica of the pharos earthly remains, he is surronded by the images of things from this workd that is to accompany him to the next- I am uncomfortable in a tight pack of the crowd-I feel as first thought, the contact on my legs as a threat of some sexual intrusion unexpected and uninvited. My reaction to mystical cat is one of fascination, uneasiness and inappropriate of having any further association and I look for away to shift this to some other. This seeming impossible I think ahead, what if I accept the cat so magically present and later it would just as magically leave, I am unsure of the cats gender or if I return a bond to it equal to its apparent attaching to me, and even if such was possible and would not some time the pharaoh awaken and demand his cat back?

More down to earth, in the dream the there was was none of the feeling of sharing, support and warmth that I once had when so many years ago, I actually attend events at this museum and explored its philosophic teachings with enthusiasm. Is the cat that I fear to accept somehow a wish to restore that lost anchorage?

I would like your comments and analysis of my dreams’ Just put “Pharoh’s Cat in the subject and sent to fateanalysisguy@gmail.com

–JoAnn

February 8, 2010

Mountain Software Writer: February 2010

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Dreams Point to problems in my dull personal life.

1) My apartment walls need new new paint. 2) An interesting Mamma (Italian) stirs guilt. 3) g-Mail account problem= a transparent Freudian sex symbol.

The Dreams:

1) My apartment walls somehow, needs paint, a professional house painter comes and says he detects the walls had been painted inadequately sometime in the past and the old paint had to be removed before re-painting.

I reply, I know all about paint and he is mistaken, that it was normal fading and weathering, As I say this, I am embarrassed to see that the paint had started to crack and separate in places and that he could be right. I them feel uncomfortable over having made such an assertion.
#2 Italian restaurant. It is one run by an older woman, who is my lover and we appear to happy together. She is widowed and her son Giovanni, comes to visit after not being around for a long time. He has reddish hair and a moustache, which looks, untrimm and gives him an unkempt look. His eyes sort of nastigmus-like shake when he looked at me. I wondered, if he is angry with his mom or me over our relationship. However he spoke only about how ill he had been and how unproductive financially his art efforts were. I somehow knew. that all this had something to do with his living with his emotionally disturbed women art models, who were also drug addicts.

I am also somehow, an artist, my works,- landscapes, are displayed around the restaurant.

Behind the windows of the upper story, a group of posters on paper are viable from the ground. These are the work of her son, They are professional quality, but some are sun faded. He takes these posters and leaves.
3) A problem repeats several times in this dream, about opening my g-mail account, after several try I conclude it is server problem and not with my PC or password.

While still half asleep I analyze this dream as one of psychoanalytic sex symbols where g-mail becomes male-genital and shifts to the server side, responsibility for my present state of detactment from a significant love. Then I think, of the earler dream of the loving older woman at the Italian restauant and it amuses me that my CBT psychologist friend will tell me, deam analysis is achrcaic nonesence, that his instructors tell him it is a waste of time for any CBT trained therapist. I wake up, it is 4 A.M. Decide it was all just dream stuff.

My Take on this:

Sure there is love missing in my life, I know that consciously. Why does my unconcious even bother to restate that with dream events?

Maybe some of you can answere that question for me!

Send your thoughts or comments to fateanalysisguy@gmail.com, Put’ older woman dream’ in the subject and it will get to me.

Thanks all,

Mountain Software Writer.

January 13, 2010

Flashcard: Self-Analysis

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flash card: revisionist psychology. Our Revisionists include social and education views.
In a systematic self-analysis, one also must be open to discovery and as well, some unpleasantness is to follow from this crossing of old and new content. Content often containing
childhood history, present conflicts and importantly the dissonance of that comes from what you are and what you wish to be.
Don’t try to remember this. It will stick in your mind relative to what it means to you. There are no therapists or psychogists for hire at this site.You are your own therapist here. We suggest a systematic self-analysis that you can learn to do yourself.

January 8, 2010

“CRYBABYSTILL”- Invited Guest Blogger January 8, 2010 Two dreams:

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    Invited Guest Blogger



    January 8, 2010


  • Two dreams: 1. Really bad experience as a beauty operator, assault, police questioning.

    2. Desire to get married, ugly legs, Golf skills demonstrated.

Comment:I was at work-but not my real life work, it was somewhat like the

Southern California Villa I had seen in my earlier dream of applying

for a job at a TV production company. Only this time, the grassy shaded

area was not provided with benches but a intervals were beauty shop

stations, they were more like ones I had seen in a movies about

celebrities having their hair done, than any one I had ever been in. I

am not a beauty operator or as far as I can remember ever wanted to be

one. For economy reasons my mom used to do my hair with hair kits from

Walgreen’s drug store, most the time. A trip to the beauty shop was for

special occasions al through my school years and even later. Also

unless was when I was very small did I ever have a physical

altercations with my mom.

The Two Dreams:

I was at work-but not my real life work, it was somewhat like the Southern

California Villa I had seen in my earlier dream of applying for a job at a

TV production company. Only this time, the grassy shaded area was not

provided with benches but a intervals were beauty shop stations, they
were more like ones I had seen in a movies about celebrities having
their hair done, than any one I had ever been in. I am not a beauty
operator or as far as I can remember ever wanted to be one. For economy
reasons my mom used to do my hair with hair kits from Walgreen’s drug
store, most the time. A trip to the beauty shop was for special
occasions al through my school years and even later. Also unless was
when I was very small did I ever have a physical altercations with my
mom.

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The Dream:

The dream had me giving an older woman a shampoo and set -

I was worried about doingthis as I feared I might be able to do so competently

. Also there was not enough time to fully set her hair before the 7 o’clock

closing time. Never the less I started.

At some point I
decided I needed to use on her hair the barber shears (perhaps to have
less hair that would then set faster?) There were no proper shears in
the equipment drawers, so I went into the building to get them. Somehow
in searching for shears I took a wrong turn and had to use a unfamiliar
exit door which I hoped would take me back to the lady -however, it
didn’t go all the way as it just stopped midway-. Somehow I resolved
the passage issue and got back to her.

I told her a story to try to allay her unhappiness over this obvious incompetence, It was
that the shears were had been put away by the people who work with me
but were off today and I there for did not for that reason know exactly
where to find them quickly. But this was to no avail she was crazy
angry and grabbed the shears and a struggle followed. I felt terribly
guilty wresting the shears away from her, but I could see it was coming
down to either her or me as to who is going to get hurt.  She
realizes her arm is now cut and bleeding and finally accepts my help to
wrap it in a towel. She calms down and I call an ambulance.

The ambulance
arrived and we both got in. I finally did the older woman’s hair on the
way. She despite the upsetting circumstances said “Remember ‘I want
nice light waves and use those wave curlers’ - With doubts as to
whether I could do so, I STARTED SETTING HER HAIR.

At the emergency room, when we arrived a police team surrounded us and detained me while
the woman was taken to the doctors by an officer and I was questioned.
The questioning officer I think was the same one who was honored in my
earlier police banquet dream, only this time he was dressed in police
street actions type jacket and boots. An assistant took down every word
I said. Realizing the seriousness of possible criminal accusations,
decided I would revamp the truth to make it all sound as accidental as
possible without lying too much. I feared what story the woman might
give the police. I omitted her attack on me and said instead she was
very restless and moved causing the shears to cut her. The officer was
very accusatory, pointing to scratches and black and blue spots that
were starting to develop on my arms. I said I don’t know. After some
time I was told I could go as the woman’s story was similar to mine,
with some minor inconsistencies, I felt relived.


Two nights later:

I (sort of) woke tonight with the thought I was very desirous to get married-

Something about me had
been blocking this before. But I couldn’t say, what for sure. I remember though

it had something to do with my legs which someone mean
had called ‘4 legs’. It seems as though in my dream everyone was
expecting me to fail in this desire and yet I knew within myself I
could.

Somehow I first had to go out, and descend a slope -As I stepped from the cement curb to
the green grass, I had to side step deposits of horse manure. The
grassy space appeared to be un cared for, and in some places dry and
dead. Then when I got on the higher located green, I think there was a
high wind but I think I did O.K. holding my own against it. There were
others there too bucking the wind and hitting golf balls in to it with
apparent pleasure. When I also tried this successfully the people
didn’t seem quite so derisive or unfriendly.


I would like your comments and analysis
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I’ll try to make use of what you say. Send it to me at
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January 5, 2010

Dreameryv2 January 5, 2010 Christmas Time, makes me dream crazy. Gender Switched, Spy Chaser.

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January 5, 2010

Christmas Time, makes me dream crazy.

Gender Switched Spy Chaser.

Dreamerv2 at Christmas Time I guess I am unusually sensitive to holidays. I seem to dream a lot over holidays but usually in intermittent bursts, sometimes re-running parts of old dreams, day remembrances, and often ones. which carry hints of threats and obvious warning signals. As as hard as try, often I can I remember only bits and pieces of these dreams. For the standpoint of analyzing them, this creates disjointed content, which are difficult to connect from one fragment to the next one. Sometimes identifying the common recognized symbols is the best I can do. When this happens, I feel very let down and not inclined to share them. The group below is an example. But maybe you can get things from the mix that I am blocked from. #1 Had a dream about Christmas and the Day’s happenings, and at Berkeley [student unrest over fee hikes?] Some how the Berkeley events caused concern and cast an anxious mood over my families preparations for a family get together. [Pretty vague here and I have no special connection to any Berkeley university students other than what shows in the news.} #2 [also] had a dream later that night about Christmas-that I can’t remember, at all. [I think it had a better mood than the first one.] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Next night Dec 23 #1 Had a big long dream but all I remember is I was going out for dinner with my folks, my sister and her husband, and two little girls. Everyone was ready to go, but me. I was somehow was taking too long. I was insistent on going around and check everything to make sure everything was locked up. My family was markedly irritated at me. I remember an other part too- outside the house was a big body of water (in obviously not Dec 23 weather) in which there were two men and a girl besides me in this water. We had something like rubber wings to help us float there. Anyway the fellows were showing us where all the sharks were and said that we should stay away from them. It seems to me somewhere in dream there was a huge snake eating a dog or something. There was also something else eaten by something. #2 My dream changed or was a new dream -I can’t be sure–to one where I was sitting somewhere at a dance I was talking to a boy. We started dancing and then somehow it was I was married. I had my wedding band on . Everyone was looking at it with admiration and then I was dancing and talking with one of my girl friends. Then two of the girls started dancing the Charleston -showing off and holding the attention of the crowd, so I and my friends went over and sat down, After that I woke up. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - December 24, #1 Someone came over with a spider (This was unpleasant to me.) They were for some reason going to hypnotize me and psychoanalyze me. Later it (the spider) turned into a doll. [Much easier to accept] I think I was un-hospitably and they gave up the effort. #2 (Still loosely part of the previous night’s dance and wedding theme.) Then my girl friend and I went out. While we were out we had all kinds of telephone calls. One was from Fred B. he wanted to come over and see my wedding pictures. He said he would come over at noon the next day. Fred was working his way through college and he was working in the cafeteria where I went to eat. [Fred is a old family friend and graduated from collage many years ago and never worked during college or had any connection to any cafeteria I ever ate at.] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - December 25, In night after midnight. #1 I was on an island somewhere with a lot of other people. There were of lot of houses, but they were only like stage props. When you’d walked into a house you’d walk into the side of the huge mountain that consisted of most of the island. At the top of the mountain one could look over and see Russia. We could see there was a big outdoor theater where orchestras performed, etc. Also we could see a couple of schools and some other buildings. I can’t remember what they were now. Anyway there was a Russian army officer, hiding at the top of the mountain and he was was watching every move we made, Then he would report it across the water to the Russians. There was, in our group. one girl that knew he was there. She was in love with him and would do anything to keep him from being discovered and being taken away. There was at least one other man who knew about the Russian at the top (I was the a man at this time)[I was aware of an liked the gender switch in the dream.] I was the first to recognize that something was going wrong. I saw a small star like light flashing a couple of times and wondered what it was. I was going to climb the mountain and find out-as to be on the safe side. However the amorous involved girl always distracted me one way or another. Somehow I knew the purpose of our being on the island was to see if we could get a rocket to the moon for future military use and the process was in progress. We finally did and got back little pieces of crystallized glass,[that we understood meant] yellow for the bright side, black for the dark side and a combination of yellow and black for the side that half light and half dark. This was somehow an important discovery we were to keep to our selves and not permit transmission of to the Russians. Shortly after this information discovery, the Russian spy with the help of the amorous girl started to get rid of all of us who knew of his work here. He stuffed medicated pills in my mouth and those others in my party and tied us to surf boards to set us floating in the bay, where we would be no threat to him or his mission. However our supply man who was climbing the mountain some distance behind us came to our rescue. The Russian officer who was trying to get rid of us [He looked like, Bob O, a salesperson at work who is too helpful, and radiates sexual intentions whenever he gets close to you.] In the dream It seemed really clever the way the officer, had everything all rigged up to blow up when that was needed. However his plan didn’t work. Quickly all of our people were evacuated over to another island where they would be safe, Then, a chosen few of us went back to the island. {I think I am still male role acting in the dream} Then some things happened that somehow established an ending to the dream. but I don’t remember exactly what. [I guess it was imprisoning the officer and his girl friend.] #2 After some transitions I dreamt, I was walking in the snow down the main street of my hometown. I was going somewhere to get my father something - [my association later was a tool he needed for work, a medicine for a cold he had, a gift for mother, sister or me.] I didn’t remember anymore- I woke up.
If you have comments or an analysis of this dream, contact me at: fateanalysisguy@gmail.com Put :”Gender Switched Spy Chaser Dream” in the subject.
January 7, 2010

Hi Everyone,

I relieved some feedback that was pause me to think- Iw was ointed out to me that the  ’Gender switch’ event was as Freu’s male envy thing -O.K. I admit to a pre adolescent tom bay phase, that I
believed I had long abandoned. But the suggestion that the Russian
offices spy and his amorous girl were also hidden parts of my
subconscious world, took me by surprise-While my first inclination was to
laugh at the preposterous notion that I might harbor vindictive
impulses, killer inclination and voyeur impulses.  I later examined
this with some focus and concluded, that if I do have such impulses they are truly
repressed and not acceptable to me as being any part of my normal
persona. I am willing to leave such things open for later evidence. It could be that there may exist a part of me that should stay repressed

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