The Darksider

This dream is a sketchy one. There were big gaps...like missing scenes, if you will. I'll just relay what I can remember.

There are two planets circling a sun. One planet is forever in the light because of the reflective capabilities of its moons. And the other planet is forever in darkness because its moons always block the rays of the sun. The people who live on the planets are as opposite in appearance
(Lightsiders and Darksiders, by the way, look like angels - Archangels and The Fallen, I guess you could call them) as they are in the way they view life and morality. And so they are always at war.

The Lightsiders decide that it's time to invade the Darksider planet and conquer them once and for all. They've been laying low, developing new technologies and they think that this time they'll be successful. On top of the new technologies, they've spent at least two generations developing a warrior class who's only goal is to serve the interest of the Lightsiders.

Unfortunately for them, however, the ruler of the Darksiders has a different plan. Not only does he have spies in the Lightsider government, he also planted a seed long ago, in the form of a child - a Lightsider child. Apparently he and a Lightsider had a relationship, but my dream wasn't clear if it was a mutual one or not. I feel like it was, and that although Darksiders weren't capable of feelings the way that we know of them, this ruler did care for his "mate" as much as he was able. The fact that this child looked like a Lightsider enabled her mother to raise her as a full-blooded one.

Anyway, this Lightsider child is one of the warrior class, and she is leading the fleet that is about to head over to the other side of their sun. She has no idea who she is, but she does knows that she's always felt a weird kind of pull toward the Darksiders. A sort of empathy for them, I guess. She doesn't think it will get in the way of her ability to do her job, which is to kill Darksiders and conquer the planet. So, off they all go in their spaceships!

For some strange reason, in this dream, they were able to land in a secret location and sneak around the planet doing their thing. The Lightsider child feels pulled toward a massive, jagged mountain, and so up she goes all by herself. At the top is the ruler of the Darksiders. She's sneaking around all of these boulders to get a better look at him and wondering why he's there, why she's there, and just what the hell is going on.

Finally she just bites the bullet and steps out in front of him. When she does she realizes right then exactly who she is and she completely understands why, all her life she felt drawn to this planet.

The Darksider basically explains that he is her father and that she needs to embrace her Darksider half. She's freaking out because she has no idea what to do. The Lightsiders are in the process of trying to conquer the planet, but now she feels like she has to stop it at all costs. She has to abort this mission because she knows that she can't destroy half of what she is.

In the dream, she does embrace her Darksider half and stays on the planet. But I don't get any feeling whether she's there to learn how to be evil or what.

Kamikazes!!!!

I'm on a battleship and I think I''m in Pearl Harbor. I'm a male sailor and I'm standing on deck with my friend, Suzanne, who is also...a male sailor.

The sun is up and it's bright and hot on our skin even though it's early morning. We're standing there talking about getting ready for inspection when we hear the drone of airplanes. We start seeing explosions on ships further out in the bay. We're confused, of course, but especially by the planes. They fly in low over us and we finally realize that they're not ours! They're Jap planes and we're under attack. We both run to the machine gun turret and get it ready. Unfortunately, we've got no ammo there, so we have to go to the armory. We look up and see a Jap plane headed our way. We're screaming at each other to get down the hatch, but as soon as we open it up, the plane slams into the deck. We both die.

I wake up and I open my eyes. It's pitch black and I can't see anything. My arms are down by my side, so I move them up and find that they are blocked by something that feels like plastic or rubber. I push my hands upwards against the plastic and use my fingertips until I feel metal...a zipper? What the hell? I fiddle with the zipper until I'm finally able to pull it down far enough to open whatever the hell this thing is that I'm trapped in. I can hear the "zzzzzzppppppp" sound as I sit up. I feel like a vampire from one of the Friday night Creature Feature movies I used to watch with my dad. I sit up, look around, and I realize that I have just freed myself from a body bag!

I want to puke, but then I hear that sound again ... "zzzzzppppppp".

"What the FUCK??!!!" I'm pretty much hysterical at this point, being a resurrected dead person and all. "What the mother FUCK!!!!"

I look around and see my friend Suzanne doing exactly the same thing I'm doing, which is sitting up after having just freed herself from the confines of a body bag. Only my friend? She's much more calm about the whole thing. She sees me freaking out and she says,

"Lynne, we're dead. Get over it."

Just like that, she tells me to get over it! But then as I sit there with my hands on my hips, ready to go off on her, I realize two things. First, she didn't look like a male sailor anymore - she looked exactly like she does in real life. Second, she was right! So, then I said,

"Fine then! Just fine! Isn't there supposed to be some light or something we're supposed to go towards? Well where the hell is it, Suzanne?" Hey, just because she was right didn't mean I still couldn't be pissed off at my situation!

So she says, "Maybe we have to float up out of this ship and go towards, like, heaven or something." So up we float. We floated out of the room, over the ship, and up into the sky. When we get up into space I saw that there were two lights...one red and one white.

So now I'm all, "Now what, Miss 'Get Over It'? Which light? Red or white?"

Suzanne, being ever the practical one says "White, of course. Everyone knows that in literature red is evil. That," she pointed at the red light "would be the entrace to hell."

Well, because I have no intention of going to hell, I said, "Fine! White it is!", and off I floated...

I got sucked into the white ball of light and suddenly Suzanne and I are standing in the middle of a large hotel conference room. "Are you sure we didn't accidentally end up in hell? This looks like some kind of bizarre presentation set-up. Oh my God! We are in hell! We're going to be trapped at some kind of freaky Amway thing for all of eternity!!"

As I'm freaking out, Suzanne is inspecting the cardboard name tents on all the tables. She finds hers and says, "Hey! Look at this!" So off I go in search of my own. Once I find it, I switch it out with one at Suzanne's table.

"No fucking way I am going through this shit by myself!"

The Killing Field

I was on an ancient yellow school bus full of people and we were headed toward Canada, I think. We were running from something and all of us on the bus were marked somehow. Not physically like a tatoo, but there was something abhorent about us...something that our own government, our own
people were trying to destroy. We were escaping on a modern "underground railroad", driving down a barely paved rural road trying to stay as far away from any human population no matter how small. Looking out the window I saw that to the right of us was a fallow, frosted field and to the left was a small creek lined with snow covered stones and bare trees. We really were in the middle of nowhere.

It was the middle of winter, there was no heat in the bus, and we were freezing. We were trying to keep warm by huddling against each other, but it we were all so cold and miserable. I remember looking around at everyone and thinking that we were never going to make it. There was a woman sitting next to me and tears were just rolling down her face. I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me to comfort her. We were together, I think. Lovers. And I was so pissed off because it was just so fucking unfair that our own country was trying to exterminate us like vermin. And no one cared.

We were coming to an intersection when the bus suddenly sped up. We all knew something bad was getting ready to happen. We looked out the dirty, frost covered windows and saw the soldiers moving toward the bus with their weapons pointed our way. The person driving our bus was the father of a young man who was one of "us", whatever "us" was. His son was killed by the government after having been put into some kind of internment camp. I remember the feeling that this man cared very much for us and was part of the "underground railroad", so to speak. I got the impression that he wanted to do for us what he couldn't do for his son. Anyway, he looked back at us and said "Hang on." He mashed the accelerator down as far as he could and tried to turn past the soldiers. The second they realized that he wasn't going to stop, they shot him through the front window.

The bus rolled to a stop on the field side of the road. We all just sat there, stunned. And then the soldiers started screaming at us,

"Move it, move it, move it!!"

About 10 of us filed out of the bus, while the rest of us waited to see what was going to happen. The soldiers grabbed the people that had come out, lined them up, and shot them dead. Well, of course, those of us left on the bus refused to come out, so the soldiers set the bus on fire. Black smoke filled the bus and billowed out the windows. Two or three people ran through the smoke and out of the bus. As soon as they cleared the steps, they were shot. The rest of us tried to pry the windows open, but the bus was so old, they wouldn't budge. We couldn't breath because of the smoke and the fire was moving fast. People were beginning to burn, including me. I used my fist to punch through one and somehow, someway I managed to crawl out. I don't know where my lover was at this point, but I think she was dead.

Once outside of the bus, I was almost fully engulfed in flames. The soldiers were just standing there, watching me burn, and watching the rest of the people inside the bus burn. They didn't try to help. They didn't shoot us to put us out of our misery. They just stood there and watched. I managed to stagger to the stream and roll in the water until the fire was finally out.

I figured that if I layed there long enough, the soldiers would figure that I was dead. It was about 20 minutes when I heard gunshots. Just one here...one there.... I had my eyes closed and was completely still even though the pain was excrutiating. I figured that if I hung in there long enough, the soldiers would go away and I could find help. I heard their boots crunching through the frost covered grass.

"Man, that's one crispy critter."

"Yeah. Fuck, I hate the smell of burnt people."

"Me too. You wanna do it?"

"What for? It's dead, whatever it is."

"Sarge says we gotta put a bullet in all of 'em, just to make sure."

It was like slow motion. I heard them walking closer and felt one nudge me with his foot. I knew I was going to die, so I asked God for forgiveness just as the bullet entered my brain.

Ghosts Of The Anasazi

I'm by myself and I'm on a tour of some Anasazi ruins. I'm with a small group of about four or five people, along with the guide. We're walking along a narrow pathway...to the left is a drop-off and to the right are the various dwellings. The guide directs us into a room and I notice that it's set up similar to a circular ampitheater. It's completely round and in the middle is what looks like a small firepit. Directly above the pit, there is a small hole carved into the ceiling. There looks to be hundreds of years worth of soot around the hole, so I think that it's some type of outlet for the smoke. Into the walls are carved what appear to be three sets of steps...and they go completely around the room, as though people were supposed to sit there and observe whatever was going on in the middle of the room. It seems like this was some kind of gathering place. I notice that the guide is talking, and pointing, but I can't hear him. He's fading away, along with the others in my group. They slowly start to become transluscent until they disappear completely. In their place an ancient shamaness appears...along with 3 other people...two men and one woman. They are dressed in leather and look solid, but there is an otherworldliness about them. The shamaness waves her hand above the firepit and flames shoot up from the ashes. It looks new...and when I say that I mean that it looks as though the fire, the room, the people...are all in the present, and I have been projected into the past somehow. She has a leather bag around her neck. She reaches in and pulls out four fetishes...a hawk, a bear, a mountain lion, and a rabbit. She places them around the firepit in what I assume coincide with the four directions. She then points to each of us and then to the fetish. I am first...I am at what I think is the southern point of the firepit. I sit crosslegged in front of a rabbit fetish. I am feeling ungrateful at this point. I am assigned the rabbit...not the hawk, the bear, or the mountain lion. I am assigned prey and not predator and I am very angry. I have no idea what is going to happen, but the fact that I am assigned the rabbit is, to me, an assault on my personality...who I am and who I want to be. The shamaness ignores me, though, and continues to assign places to the remaining 3 people. Directly in front of me, on the opposite side of the firepit, is a man and he sits in front of the hawk fetish. To my left is the other man, and he sits in front of the bear fetish. To my right is the woman and she sits in front of the mountain lion fetish. The shamaness takes herbs of some sort out of the same leather bag that she removed the fetishes from and sprinkles them into the fire. A large plume of smoke rises up from the fire and fills the small circular room. Somehow, she communicates to us that we are to pick up our fetishes and hold them to us. As we do, we feel a tingling through the stone...like a small electrical charge. When the smoke clears, we see that the fetishes have disappeared and we are holding the real animals.Of course, we are all startled, especially the two holding the bear and mountain lion. I see the woman with the mountain lion look at me and she is afraid. Her totem senses that and jumps from her arms, clearly intent on attacking my rabbit. I stand and turn away from the attack, because I know that I need to protect it. Unfortunately, the rabbit's fear and my own allow her to break free and the mountain lion pounces. She kills my rabbit with one quick bite to the neck and then she sits to devour her meal.... MY TOTEM!!

I remember waking up very angry and not really knowing what to do with it. I think it took me about half a day or so to get it out of my head...the anger part, not the dream as a whole. I really loved the feel of it overall. The end is where I had the issue! You know, I didn't even try to analyze it, because I couldn't really relate it to anything in my life that was going on at the time that would make any sense in regard to the dream. *sigh*

Caves & Towers

Well, not much interesting dream-wise lately except for this little bit from last night. Picture this...I'm a ghost, and something is chasing me through a dark, misty forest. I couldn't see who or what it was that wanted to hurt me. All I knew was that I had to get to a lake that was in the middle of the woods. I knew the lake would not only keep me safe, but it would also heal me if I needed it. Finally, after what felt like an hour of running, I finally saw the lake, but only because it was glowing. I dove into it and even though it was dark outside, the glow showed me that the water was incredibly clear. I could see a cave opening toward the bottom, and that's where it appeared the glow was coming from. I swam into the cave and found myself in a huge air pocket. I walked to the back and noticed that there were jewels embedded into the wall, and they made the whole place just sparkle! I felt warm and safe in that cave and I knew that whatever was outside chasing me, couldn't get me there.

Ok...so that's the end of that dream...I then flipped into another one.This time I was on a winged horse and we were flying through a really stormy sky. There was lightning everywhere and it looked like the clouds were literally boiling. I was holding a huge silver sword, but for some reason (and lucky for me), the lightning left us alone. The horse and I flew toward a huge castle tower...it was so tall that I couldn't even see where it started. On top of the tower was a red beacon. It was there to draw evil forces and I knew that my job was to destroy it. So, we circled the beacon, I lifted my sword up and I smashed it into a million tiny pieces!

The Place Where God Lives

This is one of those dreams I didn't want to wake up from. It was so beautiful and fantastic and warm and a million other positive adjectives that I can't even think of right now (perhaps I should invest in a thesaurus?). It started off with what felt like an out-of-body experience. I was floating above my body and I looked down at myself, but I wasn't afraid. I was thinking "Hey, I really am going someplace else when I die!"

I floated up through the roof, up through the clouds and into space. That was the only time I got a little scared, because I was beyond the earth's gravitational pull. I thought maybe I would keep floating all the way to the end of the universe.

As I was looking down on earth I really got the idea of how tiny it was in comparison to the infinite blackness of space. I was thinking "My God, I'm nothing but a speck of dust..." The second I said that, I heard a voice right next to me say "And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul." Needless to say, I was somewhat startled that there was someone floating up there with me!


When I turned to see who it was, I saw the most beautiful being imaginable. I can't even say that he was the stereotypical version of angels that people have drawn, sculpted or painted throughout the centuries. The only way I can describe him is to say that he was absolutely ethereal. And he radiated such warmth and love that it was nearly overwhelming. I just sort of stared at him for the longest, not really knowing what to say. He took my hand and pulled me along with him. I never saw his lips move but I heard inside my head, "My name is Michael and I am your guide."

The things he showed me were incredible. I saw stars being born and stars dying. I saw galaxies being formed from cosmic dust. I saw planets and the suns they orbited.

I had no sense of time passing in any way, but it had to have been because the things I saw just couldn't have happened in a split second. After he had shown me a multitude of wonders, Michael said, "There is one other thing you must see."

He showed me something that I will never really be able to truly describe, but I'll do my best. It was a ball of the purest white light, brighter than the sun...brighter than a thousand suns could ever be. And all around it were millions of tiny sparks swirling toward it, sort of like they were orbiting closer and closer until they were just absorbed by it. I looked at Michael because I had no idea what I was seeing. He said "This is where God lives, and you are watching Him gather up His people." That bright light was where God was??! I knew I had to go there and be with Him so I started to go forward, but Michael stopped me. "It is not time. You will be with Him soon enough."

The next thing I knew I was back inside my body, utterly crushed. And I felt so heavy, you know? I was light and free when I was with Michael and now I was weighed down by my imperfect human body. It took me the whole day to get rid of that feeling and just be happy that I know exactly where I'm going when I die.