The dreams were almost always the same: My teeth were loose or falling out, or I had a huge wad of chewing gum in my mouth that I was unable to remove. The gum dreams were more stressful: I would be in a gum-inappropriate environment and the endless struggle to remove it was fruitless and embarrassing. Loose-tooth dreams just mean you are getting old. Everyone knows that. But I had always had these dreams, and the ones about the impossible-to-remove, taffylike gum debacle occurred more and more frequently.

Eventually, my teeth actually become loose, and I began trying to figure out why. I went to see my dentist, who advised me to see a gum doctor. This seemed almost funny, in light of the dream imagery I struggled with for so many years. Nothing seemed to be amiss, and I was advised to "watch it" and see if anything changed. The teeth stayed loose, nothing changed, the dreams continued. My back molars no longer met the way they should and there was noticeable shifting and wiggling.

Finally, I went to see another dentist who wiggled my teeth, then stepped back and cupped his chin with his hand. "Hmm," he said. "I have been wiggling teeth for many, many years and I have never seen this before. I wiggle one, and they both move. Something is going on here, and I think I know what."

He was right -- something was going on and had been for most of my life. An aggressive cyst was growing inside one of my maxillary cavities -- it was a benign sort of thing in that it wasn't malignant, but it was by no means harmless. It had slowly been gnawing away at the roots of two molars, growing undetected for all of my life. It was called an ameloblastoma and would have to come out before it did more damage.



http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/11/13/CMGM9DDOM51.DTL

Burned by a Curling Iron


I was coming to the rescue of some kids who were being burned by a curling iron.....I rushed over and grabbed the curling iron by the hot rod and it burned into the skin of my hand, sticking sickeningly to the skin of the hand.

I awoke with a tingling sensation in the ring and pinky fingers of one of my hands. The numbness and tingling stayed in the hand even after waking for the day. It then began to spread and eventually across my torso and into the other hand and then down into my hips. At the hospital I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.

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If anyone has had similar dreams, or dreams that preceded illness (or healing) , please let me know:
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The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde




















































In his essay "A Chapter on Dreams," Robert Louis Stevenson revealed that certain of the scenes of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1886) and plot elements of much of his other fiction came to him in dreams. He amusingly referred to his "Brownies," the "little people" in his unconscious who had engaged in businesslike literary collaboration with him and were welcome successors to the "night-hag" who sent him frightening dreams when he was a child. Stevenson dreamed of Jekyll and Hyde in Bournemouth, England, while his body was racked with a fever following a lung hemorrhage and the delirium of his sleep's visions was possibly heightened by the drugs that his doctor had prescribed. Stevenson appears to have dreamed the idea of Jekyll and Hyde in great detail and clarity, and even attributed to his Brownies the invention of the powders that induced Dr. Jekyll's personality changes. He cried out in horror during his sleep, causing his wife, Fanny, to rouse him, "much to his indignation." He told her that he "was dreaming a fine bogey tale" and gave her a rapid sketch of Jekyll and Hyde up to the point when she had awakened him. At daybreak he passionately set to work on the story. He closeted himself in his sickroom for three days and then emerged with a completed thirty-thousand-word manuscript, which he read aloud to his wife and his stepson, Lloyd Osbourne.



Dreamtime Radio


One of the better resources for understanding dreams, Dreamtime has fourteen interviews with prominent dream researchers and clinicians.
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The sound quality is not always great because they are mostly telephone interviews, but listening to the shows is an easy way to learn what is in the current field of dream research and understanding.
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Beauty in Sleeping: From Dream to Millionaire



(There are numerous cases of the remedy for healing shown in a dream. This is one of them -- sparker)
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Madame C.J. Walker (1867-1919) is cited by the Guinness Book of Records as the first female American self-made millionaire. She was also the first member of her family born free.
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Madame Walker founded and built a highly successful African-American cosmetic company that made her a millionaire many times over. Walker was suffering from a scalp infection that caused her to loose most of her hair in the 1890’s. She began experimenting with patented medicines and hair-care products. Then, she had a dream that solved her problems:
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He answered my prayer, for one night I had a dream, and in that dream a big, black man appeared to me and told me what to mix up in my hair. Some of the remedy was grown in Africa, but I sent for it, mixed it, put it on my scalp, and in a few weeks my hair was coming in faster than it had ever fallen out. I tried it on my friends; it helped them. I made up my mind to begin to sell it.”
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Walker was an entrepreneur, philanthropist and social activist. She best sums up her rise from a childhood in the poor south to being the head of an international, multi-million dollar corporation in the following quote:
"I am a woman who came from the cotton fields of the South. From there I was promoted to the washtub. From there I was promoted to the cook kitchen. And from there I promoted myself into the business of manufacturing hair goods and preparations....I have built my own factory on my own ground."

Scrambled eggs, You've got lovely legs




The Beatles were in London in 1965 filming Help! and McCartney was staying in a small attic room of his family's house on Wimpole Street. One morning, in a dream he heard a classical string ensemble playing, and, as McCartney tells it:
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" I woke up with a lovely tune in my head. I thought, 'That's great, I wonder what that is?' There was an upright piano next to me, to the right of the bed by the window. I got out of bed, sat at the piano, found G, found F sharp minor 7th -- and that leads you through then to B to E minor, and finally back to E. It all leads forward logically. I liked the melody a lot, but because I'd dreamed it, I couldn't believe I'd written it. I thought, 'No, I've never written anything like this before.' But I had the tune, which was the most magic thing!"

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Paul McCartney woke up with the tune for Yesterday in his head, along with some strange lyrics. For a long time, he was sure he must have heard it elsewhere, he dream was so clear.The lyrics he had with the simple tune were -
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Scrambled Eggs

Oh my darling you've got lovely legs

McCartney mulled over the tune for a while, convinced he must have heard it on the radio or elsewhere. But finally he played it for his fellow Beatles, and none of them remembered the tune from anywhere else. They put it together with some more romantic lyrics -
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Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it seems that they are here to stay,
Oh I believe in Yesterday.
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The Wolf man



I dreamt that it was night and that I was lying in bed. (My bed stood with its foot towards the window; in front of the window there was a row of old walnut trees. I know it was winter when I had the dream, and night-time.) Suddenly the window opened of its own accord, and I was terrified to see that some white wolves were sitting on the big walnut tree in front of the window. There were six or seven of them. The wolves were quite white, and looked more like foxes or sheep-dogs, for they had big tails like foxes and they had their ears pricked like dogs when they pay attention to something. In great terror, evidently of being eaten up by the wolves, I screamed and woke up. My nurse hurried to my bed, to see what had happened to me. It took quite a long while before I was convinced that it had only been a dream; I had had such a clear and life-like picture of the window opening and the wolves sitting on the tree. At last I grew quieter, felt as though I had escaped from some danger, and went to sleep again." (Freud 1918)
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This was the dream of the famous "Wolf Man," Sergie Pankejeff.
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Parkejeff was an aristocrat from Russia: his problems in included his inability to have bowel movements and a severe depression.
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Freud's interpretation was that he had witnessed his parents having sex a tergo. The dream played a major role in Freud's tehreoy of psychosexual development.
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Several years after he finished seeing Freud, he had psychotic delusions that a doctor had filled a hole near his nose and would walk down the street staring at his reflection in a mirror.
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He was in and out of Freudian analysis his whole life; he told a journalist at the end of his life, "the whole thing looks like a catastrophe. I am in the same state as when I came to Freud." He saw Freud's interpretation of his dream as "far-fetched."
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Interestingly, this information about the failure of Freudian psychoanalysis in one of its cornerstone cases is not well publicized.






The Dream of Mary Shelley

Boris Karloff as the monster in Frankenstein
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I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half-vital motion. Frightful must it be; for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavor to mock the stupendous Creator of the world. [Mary Shelley]
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Notable_dreams_throughout_history

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During the wet summer of 1816 in the Villa Diodati near Lake Geneva, Switzerland, a group of five friends began reading ghost tales from a book to amuse themselves through the drear, ungenial days that met them with incessant rain. It sounds rather unimpressive, but when those friends are actually some of the greatest literary minds in the history of English literature, something is certain to start brewing.
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The exiled Lord Byron, creator of such mind-blowing works as Childe Harold, and his doctor, John Polidori, had been visited by budding poet Percy Bysshe Shelley (author of Queen Mab) and his wife, Mary, who was accompanied by her stepsister, Jane 'Claire' Claremont. When Byron suggested that they each write a ghost story to rival that of the book of ghost tales, little did the friends know that only two would complete their stories. The most unlikely of them all would produce a work that would echo in eternity for its chilling Gothic nature and black satire upon human creativity...
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That night [Mary Shelley] dreamt of a hideous body created from various body parts that slowly came into life as a powerful engine began to animate the being. She saw the creator of this grotesque incarnation, sleeping in his bed, and waking up as a terrifying creature opens the curtains around him, staring over him with yellow watery eyes. Awaking with a jolt, it had come to her. The next day, she announced to the others that she had thought of a story. [There is much more to read here -- sparker]

Suspense Above the Pool: the night vision of Carl Linehart

This is one of the best collections of the painting of dreams on the Web(and a very artistically designed website). Well worth viewing.



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About Carl Linkhart
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Carl Linkhart was born in Sapula, Oklahoma in 1950,and lived in Tuscon Arizona from 1957 to 1969.He has been a Bay Area resident since 1973.He studied art at Yuba City College in 1971and at Fort Mason in San Francisco during the Eighties but is largely self taught. Influenced by his travels in Thailand, India, Nepal, Burma, and Mexico, as well as by memories of Arizona. Writing, film, music and theatre have been his other pursuits.
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His film Weekend Zombie Nurses was shown at the S.F. Gay Lesbian Film Festival in 1985, He also performed in shows with the Angels of Light, The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, and other groups. However because of the "Other worlds" it can create, his main love is painting.
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Since his dreams have always been vivid, colorful, and thought provoking, he took to exploring them on canvas with acrylic in 1970. After developing his style for nearly thirty years, his friends, Burl Willes and Cass Brayton and others helped Carl produce his book, Suspense Above the Pool in 1998, an intriguing journey through his personal, yet universal dream world.
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$139 Million Dollar Dream, except for the elbow


La Reve
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1932
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The $40-Million Elbow
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You might have seen “Le Rêve,” Picasso’s 1932 portrait of his mistress, Marie-Thérèse Walter, in your college art-history textbook. The painting is owned by Steve Wynn, the casino magnate and collector of masterpieces. He acquired it in a private sale in 2001 from an anonymous collector, who had bought it at auction in 1997 for $48.4 million. Recently, Wynn decided that he’d like to sell it, along with several other museum-quality paintings that he owns. A friend of his, the hedge-fund mogul and avid collector Steven Cohen, had coveted “Le Rêve” for years, so he and Wynn and their intermediaries worked out a deal. Cohen agreed to pay a hundred and thirty-nine million dollars for it, the highest known price ever paid for a work of art.
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A few weeks ago, on a Thursday, a representative of Cohen’s came from California to inspect the painting. She removed it from the wall, took it out of its frame, and confirmed that it was in excellent shape. On Friday, she wrote her condition report, and so, according to their contract, the deal was done. All that was left was the actual exchange of money and art..That weekend, Wynn had some friends visiting from New York—David and Mary Boies, Nora Ephron and Nick Pileggi, Louise Grunwald, and Barbara Walters. They were staying, as they often do, at his hotel and casino, the Wynn Las Vegas. As they had dinner together on Friday night, Wynn told them about the sale. “The girls said, ‘We’ve got to see it tomorrow,’ ” Wynn recalled last week. “So I said, ‘I’ll be working tomorrow. Just come on up to the office.’ ” (He had recently moved “Le Rêve” there from the hotel lobby.)The guests came at five-thirty, and Wynn ushered them in. On the wall to his left and right were several paintings, including a Matisse, a Renoir, and “Le Rêve.” The other three walls were glass, looking out onto an enclosed garden. He began to tell the story of the Picasso’s provenance. As he talked, he had his back to the picture. He was wearing jeans and a golf shirt. Wynn suffers from an eye disease, retinitis pigmentosa, which affects his peripheral vision and therefore, occasionally, his interaction with proximate objects, and, without realizing it, he backed up a step or two as he talked. “So then I made a gesture with my right hand,” Wynn said, “and my right elbow hit the picture. It punctured the picture.” There was a distinct ripping sound. Wynn turned around and saw, on Marie-Thérèse Walter’s left forearm, in the lower-right quadrant of the painting, “a slight puncture, a two-inch tear. We all just stopped. I said, ‘I can’t believe I just did that. Oh, shit. Oh, man.’”
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Wynn turned around again. He put his pinkie in the hole and observed that a flap of canvas had been pushed back. He told his guests, “Well, I’m glad I did it and not you.” He said that he’d have to call Cohen and William Acquavella, his dealer in New York, to tell them that the deal was off. Then he resumed talking about his paintings, almost, but not quite, as though he hadn’t just delivered what one of the guests would later call, in an impromptu stab at actuarial math, a “forty-million-dollar elbow.”
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A few hours later, they all met for dinner, and Wynn was in a cheerful mood. “My feeling was, It’s a picture, it’s my picture, we’ll fix it. Nobody got sick or died. It’s a picture. It took Picasso five hours to paint it.” Mary Boies ordered a six-litre bottle of Bordeaux, and when it was empty she had everyone sign the label, to commemorate the calamitous afternoon. Wynn signed it “Mary, it’s all about scale—Steve.” Everyone had agreed to take what one participant called a “vow of silence.” (The vow lasted a week, until someone leaked the rudiments of the story to the Post.)
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The next day, Wynn finally reached his dealer, and told him, “Bill, I think I’m going to ruin your day.” The first word out of Acquavella’s mouth was “Nooo!” Later that week, Wynn’s wife, Elaine, took the painting to New York in Wynn’s jet, where she and “Le Rêve” were met by an armored truck. Cohen met them at Acquavella’s gallery, on East Seventy-ninth Street, and he agreed that the deal was off until the full extent of the damage could be ascertained. The contract, at any rate, was void.
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The painting wound up in the hands of an art restorer, who has told Wynn that when he’s done with it, in six or eight weeks, you won’t be able to tell that Wynn’s elbow passed through Marie-Thérèse Walter’s left forearm.
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Last Friday, when Wynn’s alarm went off, at 7 A.M., his wife turned to him in bed and said, “I consider this whole thing to be a sign of fate. Please don’t sell the picture.” Later that morning, Wynn called Cohen and told him that he wanted to keep the painting, after all.
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Jacob's Ladder


Jacob's Dream
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The C.G. Jung Society of the North is currently showing The Way of the Dream on Friday nights. This is an extraordinary series of twenty films that are interviews with Jungian analyst Marie Louise Von Franz. The films have been unavailable for a decade because of a lawsuit; they were just released in DVD format. (However, it is limited edition to benefit the Marion Woodman Foundation.)

Last evening Von Franz was talking about the dream of Jacob:

From the Book of Genesis (28:11-19).

Jacob left Beersheba, and went toward Haran. He came to the place and stayed there that night, because the sun had set. Taking one of the stones of the place, he put it under his head and lay down in that place to sleep. And he dreamed that there was a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven; and behold, the angels of God were ascending and descending on it! And behold, the Lord stood above it and said, "I am the Lord, the God of Abraham your father and the God of Isaac; the land on which you lie I will give to you and to your descendants; and your descendants shall be like the dust of the earth, and you shall spread abroad to the west and to the east and to the north and to the south; and by you and your descendants shall all the families of the earth bless themselves. Behold, I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land; for I will not leave you until I have done that of which I have spoken to you." Then Jacob awoke from his sleep and said, "Surely the Lord is in this place; and I did not know it." And he was afraid, and said, "This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven."
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Commentary by Marie Louise Von Franz

Later in the Renaissance in the seventeenth century, Jacob's Ladder was interpreted symbolically as being the sounds and vowels of human speech, or the different qualities of the world, or the different numbers of the world. The basic idea of different systems of thought was projected onto the ladder. But in all casesthe ladder symbolized a continuous, constant connection with the divine powers of the unconscious. We could say the dream itself was such a ladder. It connects us with the unknown depth of our psyche. Every dream is a rung on a ladder, so to speak.

The Way of the Dream
Marie Louse Von Franz
pages 88-89

I Dream of Barack Obama


Poster of Barack Obama, 2000 campaign


During the 2008 presidential campaign, a blog developed called "I Dream of Barack Obama. People were asked to send in their drams of Obama (and of Clinton and McCain). This is one of those dreams:

116. 23-Year-Old Portland Woman:

I was at a Barack rally and since I arrived early, I was sitting on the stage talking to Barack. He was trying to convince me, in a subtle and kind way, that I should vote -- not just for him, but in general. People began to fill the room, and I sat on a chair toward the back of the stage. I found his speech compelling and invigorating. I knew that he was the president we needed. He was full of compassion and insight. When he finished, most people began filing out, but some milled around like teenagers at a concert, waiting, hoping for a moment with their favorite musician. Barack stepped off the stage and greeted them, spending a few moments with each. Then he returned to me and we picked up our conversation from where we had left off -- discussing Will Truman from the TV show Will & Grace.I woke feeling like I should vote for Barack Obama, or at least think about registering.


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I would note that Obama seems to have both Will and Grace.


The 333 dreams sent in were coded and analyzed using Robert Van de Castle's content analysis method. There were several of the comments of professional dreamers who reviewed the dreams:

On a symbolic level, the image of a black man as President carries not only a sense of reflecting possible healing taking place on this historical cultural level, but in a more personal way it represents an image of the way in which the side of oneself that has been put down, blocked and excluded from equal participation in one’s life is finally redeemed, brought back into consciousness and placed in a position of leadership.
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Raymond Hillis, Ph.D., Professor Emeritus of counseling at California State University at Los Angeles.
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Aggressive interactions, both physical and verbal, appear in 53 of the Hillary dreams and 39 of the Barack dreams. Sixteen of the Hillary dreams and nine of the Barack dreams include some kind of physical aggression; Barack is the mostly the victim of physical aggression, while Hillary is equally its victim and instigator. These frequencies suggest the perception of vulnerability and/or lack of aggressiveness in Barack and a confirmation of Hillary’s campaign claims to be a fighter, though not always in ways the dreamer appreciates.
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More Power Lines in Flying Dreams




anonymous image on the Web

These are comments and power line dreams collected by Linda Lane Magallón; her website about flying dreams is currently under construction. You can reach her through the International Association for the Study of Dreams:
(http://dreamtalk.hypermart.net/member/files/linda_magallon.html)

It's as if we all produce different computer programs on the Star Trek Enterprise holodeck, but the gridwork underneath is similar for all of us. Our gridwork is the physical body and brain as well as the bodies of the non-physical level.

I created this theory as a result of viewing my own dreams and hundreds of dreams dreamt in groups. I think few folks actually perceive the grid system as is; most are entranced by the holodeck program which overlays the grid like the white paint on Tom Sawyer's fence. But sometimes the fence peeks through. One of those instances, is, I believe, the case of the wires that have been found in so many flying dreams. They might be seen singly, in multiples or as part of a mesh.
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The typical dream goes like this: I am flying; I encounter wires; I try to fly underneath them. Sometimes the dreamer gets caught in the wires; sometimes the wires form an insurmountable barrier. Some dreamers climb the wires; others walk the wires like a tightrope.
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Another variation is wider than the wires. It's the window or mirror. Trying to go through glass, dreamers can get stuck, half in-half out or wrapped up in the material. I'm not the first to hypothesize that this sort of experience is the dream equivalent of astral separation.
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Besides similar form, the common bond seems to be kinesthetic. We may not all see the same details, but the visual outline plus tactile sensations can alert us to the fact that, underneath the covers, we are having the same sort of dreaming experience.
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You might keep this theory in mind as you read the dreams and comments of the Flying Wires Mystery Project.

Flying Wires Dreams and Comments

Daniel

1) I am flying. It is rudimentary flying. I must pump my legs, as if riding an invisible recumbent bicycle, to keep my altitude. I am flying low, down the middle of a street. Nobody in the street looks up or notices me. I am invisible to them. Above me are telephone and electrical wires. I am careful to stay below them.

2) I am flying, pumping my legs to keep my altitude. I don't yet realize that pumping my legs has little to do with flying. I don't know how to turn very well. I approach an intersection and as I try to turn, I go off course, and can't control my altitude. Suddenly I am caught up in the telephone and electrical wires. This is not painful, however, and I end up freeing myself.
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3) I am flying down a street. After my run-in with the wires, I have more confidence about dealing with them. For the first time, I fly through and above the wires. It is not simple, and I notice that I come very close to them as I do this. I notice now that it is the flexing of different parts of my body, not the leg-pumping, that controls my altitude and direction.
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4) I grow more confident about gaining altitude. Not only do I fly though the wires, but I fly as high as an airplane. A slight fear always takes hold above a certain altitude however, and I descend slightly. I am still invisible to the rest of the world.
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5) I am walking down the street. Without anybody's noticing, I flex my body and fly to the next block and land. I do this repeatedly, delighted with the growing control of my body and my flight.
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6) I am walking down the street with friends. We are talking. "Watch this," I say, and flex my body ten feet into the air. My friends are amazed. "How can I learn to fly?" asks one of them. "Practice in your dreams," I reply.
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7) I feel that I am becoming a master flyer. I fly above the wires and higher than I've ever flown before. I feel no fear as I rise into the sky. But soon I reach a new obstacle. This obstacle has never been visible to me until now. It is a faint but regular grid of light across the sky. It looms above me, not menacing, just there. The light grid frightens and fascinates me at the same time. It is very shocking. I descend.
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Note: About those power lines-when I told my father about those dreams
he told me that he has also had flying dreams in which power lines got in the way! Like father like son!
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Keelin
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1) Willfully pushing the doors open wide, I soar out into the deep, dark evening sky. Rich calls out a greeting from indoors and I invite him to join me, but he declines. I tell him there are other dreamers out here exploring as well. They are the misty, cirrus cloud-like shapes drifting in the quiet moonlight. There are a great many of them. Rising higher, I encounter a mesh of powerlines and hesitate for an instant until clearly recalling that I moved through similar ones (in a previous lucid dream) without consequence.
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This time, however, I feel a low electrical charge in the tip of one of my little fingers as I begin to pass through. I find this odd and slightly uncomfortable and want to hurry quickly beyond them. As soon as this thought occurs, I am floating far beyond them, frolicking with great joy in the vast, starlit darkness. A banner of neon-bluegreen lines reading 'ULHC' waves by and I assume it stands for University of Lucidity and Higher Consciousness. Shortly thereafter, I begin to awaken and briefly consider spinning, but decide to return and record the experience.


2) I am standing quietly alone in a room when I become aware that I am dreaming...I recall my intention of seeking the meaning of life and decide to pursue this task...Outside, the evening is clear and quiet with stars shining brightly. I float comfortably on my back, gazing up at the heavens. I notice the moon is not visible and assume it has already gone down. I'd like to see it, though, and figure that if I rise high enough I should be able to. Immediately I begin to ascend, still in the same position.

When I come to some power lines I hesitate and wonder how my body will react if I try to float through them. This concerns me only briefly as I say almost aloud, "Wait a minute, whose dream is this, anyway? This is no obstacle!" Having expressing this, I find I am now either beyond them or they have disappeared and I am beginning to rise a bit faster...(I) ask, "May I know the meaning of the Universe?"

The answer comes in a wholly unexpected form. something is emerging from the darkness. It looks like some kind of living molecular model or mathematical equation-an extremely complex, three-dimensional network of fine lines glowing like neon lights. It's unfolding itself, multiplying, constantly changing, filling up the Universe with increasingly complex structures and interrelationships.

This growing movement is not erratic but consistent and purposeful, rapid but at the same time unhurried, determined. When it has expanded beyond me, continuing to multiply, I think of returning to the ordinary world...

It's as if I was seeing the invisible relationships connecting all things-the intimate molecular level superimposed over the vast and limitless Universe...It also led me to believe that in some way I, too, am a unique and essential part of whatever is going on here-the Divine is within as well as without.

Elizabeth

Two other women and I are in a small town trying to solve some kind of mystery. Scully from the X-files is also here investigating the mystery, but she is with the FBI and our group is more of an independent team so we don't work with her. We go into a movie theatre and we are exploring "the supernatural". One of the women with me looks like Linda Lane Magallón or like Julie Kravitz. She has a flashlight and she shines it on these hairlike fibers that are all across the movie theater--it is like they are fibers strung about the universe.

Note: My association with these hairlike fibers (which remind me of the wires as described in the experiment) is the description of philotic fibers in Orson Scott Card's books Ender's Game and Speaker for the Dead. In both of these books, alien races communicate with humans telepathically, and the entire universe is connected by these philotic threads that allow instantaneous communication. It is actually a nicely handled metaphor by Card. Although I was not lucid in this dream, I did achieve some lucidity later in the night when I was swimming and decided to breathe underwater because it I knew it was a dream.


Shirley

Note: I noticed a sync in my story (contributed to the "Black Sheep" newsletter) of the "telephone lines" symbolizing different strands of consciousness. Maybe that's what they symbolize in people's dreams?
Moe

I'm at a Calistoga (California spa) type setting with K. and others. She takes off like a plane hanging on to a blow-up (blimp-like) toy that is very large, larger than her.

I see lots of power lines in her path and I get scared that she will hit them (deadly). She skims over one and topples a bit but keeps ascending. She soars out of sight.


I look around the mountain to try to catch sight of her again, but I can't find her. I'm really worried (that) she has fallen. The sky gets cloudy and stormy. Someone (a girl?) tells me about a crash with 3 people (I'm sure it must include her). I'm very distraught. I try to picture her face, just to be able to see again. I want to see her beautiful face again.

Note: At the time of the dream, K. was anorexic, bulimic and on various drugs: alcohol, speed, etc. Her family-mom and grandparents-have always tried to power trip and control her. They are and always have been involved in beauty pageant and dance competition. They own a dance school and want her teaching, competing and involved. She has never been interested in beauty pageants, but she has two sisters who were into it (they are all in their 20's now). The parents' house is filled with their photos and trophies of the girls. K. has a very dark side and tries to cope by getting high. One of her drugs was an inhalant, nitric oxide. I fear this drug use could kill her. I sat with her while she crashed and later, last year, again. She is much better but still bulimic and affected by her overpowering mom.

Eve

Note: The telephone and electric wires in flying dreams-I wish I had a clue to what they mean. Somehow they make more sense than an out-of-body dream I had in which a clothesline, yeah, the old-fashioned kind you dry clothes on, was featured.

Hanging on the line was a pair of new burgundy pajamas I was going to give to a dying old man for his birthday who lived in a paint-peeling ramshackle house up the hill behind my "lean-to." He was a "Lord of the Realm"- and although I knew exactly what his house looked like inside, "I could "see" in my mind his bedroom, where he lay sick-I had never been inside it in my life??? But - the pajamas matched the burgundy-themed bedroom, which pleased me. Duh. Maybe I'll figure it out some day.

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I am flying near my parent's home in Michigan when I realize that I am dreaming. I decide to try the new method of flying that K. uses in his dreams. He imagines and wills himself flying. I do the same and find that it works wonderfully!

I practice a long time flying along at my usual altitude just above the tree tops. Avoiding telephone wires, I fly through tree branches and practice carrying packages in both arms while flying. Landing in a tree, I imagine and will myself into being supported by thin, thin branches with round, slippery surfaces.


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Last night I dreamed of these lines but before I saw them this occurred: I was in an apartment building and we were all witches. While moving from one room thou the hall to another we all became aware that our powers were gone and looked outside. The mayor and some police had a big truck with antennas and satellite dishes parked in front and the dishes were pointed at the house. We knew that this was preventing us from using our powers and some of us snuck outside to sabotage the truck so the rest could escape. We disconnected the power wires on the truck and our powers came back and we all flew away. Later, in a safe house, I went outside to fly and could only go about 6 feet up and then had to pull myself up the trees to get any higher. I looked up and there were power lines overhead.
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Note: There was more to the dream but my thought is this...could the power lines be some outside source...a higher power of some sort...trying to prevent us from using our inherent powers. I also am trying to figure out the power lines. Why would so many people have these things in their dreams. They're not a part of our everyday stuff, unless you're a lineman I guess.

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I am continuing in my exploration of this phenomena but was wondering what you had found out. Has anyone followed them or tried to merge with them? Or, tried to cut them or disconnect them in some way?
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Susan
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May 4th) Men in aerial wire work. I watched them practice for their art with equipment. They were also connected with wires."
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Sept. 6th) Electrical outlets. I had cut the older black cords (many) and left a simple white one-a white box and a white cord."
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Note: I am a shaman in Alaska. I journeyed to non-ordinary reality to meet my teachers and asked them for the dreams' meanings. This is what I learned: The wires mean psychic energy-almost like the energy lines in China-the dragonlines that were in old Taoist teachings. In May I had just returned from a 2 week (Shamanic) intensive and this September I was preparing to start the 3 year training. I am "simplifying" going to non-ordinary reality and somehow it is transforming black to white energy (going from the unconscious to the conscious level).
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Note: I realized that I had never dreamt of wires...I attempted to incubate a dream with (them) as a subject. But instead, I got one in which I was driving a car. And this does relate to the issue, since neither I had so far dreamed of driving a car.
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Well, I engaged myself in a little of self-hypnosis to ask my subconscious one question or two about myself, as well as to try to induce a wire-related daydream. My subconscious, sure enough, let me see how, at a deep level, I perceive both, wires and cars, as instances of an amusingly alien culture. Then I did feel how wires, on account of their electrical nature, may get entangled with one's dream body, which is of a similar stuff. Most folks who are after OOBEs or who dream, want to use that gift for visiting other people and spots whose basis is on physical earth. But surely those who rather travel in their mindform to more alien, or abstract, or thus-called symbolic areas of All That Is, probably won't face the wires situation.

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Now, of course, there exists an alternative explanation for wires in a dream. And it is a symbolic one on which myths and shamanic experience can shed light.
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In Hawaiian shamanism, the body of the subconscious is termed "aka," a word meaning "shadow." But also "cobweb." It would work much in the way also described by Castenada of Don Juan fame, i.e., like wires linking one's aura with every other event, actual or probable, in the universe. This concept was worked out in a rather more limiting way by Anne Rice in her vampire series, where all those monsters proved to be so connected with the original one. She perhaps, in turn, drew the idea from the ancient occultist view of an original oversoul come from outer space. Also called the banyan tree, for in the case of the afore mentioned parent, the offspring are forever connected to the original parent via roots.
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And then there is the infamous spider woman of the native American legends, created to be useful, but becoming tricksome along the way. I bet that she stands for "mind." This is probably the same as the Ariadne that provides the necessary thread to the minosaur (buffalo? North American litho-descriptions of a labyrinth are the same as those found in Minoan art.) (She knits) counterfeit representations of the divine gods or original powers.
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Therefore, if Jane Roberts, Jung and Plato are right and archetypes exist, then at least some of those who dream of wires might indeed be seeing, through the interpretation of their subconscious,...a dance of wavicles as the objects of perception constituting their surroundings. Those who dream of wires...might be actually seeing a modernized version of the silver cords. The psychic internet (would put) them in touch with any destination, kind of like a sci fi that I read once in which the insect-like inhabitants of Venus used air-bands as their transportation system.
I believe dreams must be lived rather than interpreted. However, I also take thoughts to be things (and physical things, thoughts). So, when I see anything, e.g. wires, even in the waking world, I do not take them, ever, at face value.
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Note: I don't know what the wires may represent in my dreams other than to give a reference as to where the ground is and which way is up when I am flying in the dream. When I come across them in what I would believe to be an out of body experience, astral projection, I have wondered if the pull is the same as an electromagnetic attraction. This reassures me that we are multi-dimensional beings, the body being only one dimension and the "soul" or "spirit" being another. Some people can only experience the physical because they have suppressed the spiritual. I can only believe that the feeling of being drawn to power lines and having to pull away gives me more assurance that the spirit has substance, even though it is not able to be seen or felt by others. I have never been afraid of the power lines because I have always known that I was not in a physical body, but I have never wanted to get too close, I guess (because of) the knowledge that if I touched them in a physical state, it would not be too wise.
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January 18th) ...I get on Dad's roof and look back. "J" is slowly coming along. There are wires near the house that he is afraid to touch. He jumps over them onto the roof. I remind him that it's a dream and he can go through these things and not be hurt. I fly away again in big circles. Then I let my body fall to show myself as much as "J" that I won't be hurt. I feel a slight sensation as my back touches the ground. I see the house and the night sky before me. I remember someone saying [I had read somewhere] that they fell and kept on going through the earth. I try it for a bit and do feel myself going down into the ground. I don't go far though. I see that I am in a depression of about a half of a metre. I then want to get the sensation of moving up and out into the night sky. I marvel that the shifting perspective of the house is exactly what it should be as I rise from the earth. I know that I couldn't do this physically and I marvel that my mind is able to create all this so vividly and expertly.
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March13th) ...I am angry (from a previous dream scene). I seem to be at the foot of Dad's driveway at night. I look up into the sky and see two moons, then three, then four, then more. I then know I am dreaming; the moons remind me of another lucid (dream) I have had recently in which there were multiple moons in the sky. I rise into the air, still angry. I let the anger carry me. I want revenge (on a character from the previous scene). I say in a sing-song voice "Lucid, I am lucid." But soon the angry feeling goes and I am singing some sounds as I continue to rise into the night sky.
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I seem to be a little out of control when it comes to flying. I pass diagonally upward through a number of power lines that are parallel to my Grandmother's driveway (next to my father's place). What an interesting sensation as I feel my body passing through each line (many more lines than in reality). I seem to be moving up backwards and would rather see where I am going. With that thought I am then turned around and seem to have more control. I look back up into the sky, there are no moons now, just thick grey clouds. I decide to fly through them, to go into outer space. I rise up into the clouds. They feel thicker than the air, and seem never ending. I then see two moons close together through the clouds. The moons are very brilliant and there is what looks like a dark satin or silk ribbon of colour flickering over them. Soon the experience seems more like "thinking" than doing and I "wake"...

Flying Dreams and Power Lines

an image and dream on the internet

I have “dreams”, maybe nightmares about flying over traumatic events in these nightmares I am not in control of my abilities to fly and I am forced to witness these traumatic events. This reoccurring dream has been happening since I was about six years old. I have developed the super ability however, to tell myself during these nightmares that it is a dream and am able to wake myself up from them. Often going back to sleep means going back to my nightmare meaning I will have night where the nightmare is repeated over and over as I keep waking myself up over and over. I hope writing this will be the real life equivalent of waking myself up from a “dream” maybe depression.

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I think this dream speaks for itself; this is another in what will become a series of blogs about flying dreams and power lines.


"Dream of Flying": Drawing your dreams


(Dream art on the internet, anonymous)
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I dreamt that I was going to a dance. I am in a town shopping, looking for something to wear. I’ve been in this town in previous dreams, along the main street; it reminds me of Lighthouse Avenue in Monterey. It is dusk and I am with my sister. We are going from shop to shop looking for dresses. I am in a dress shop, looking at skirts, there are other women in the shop as well looking for dance clothes. I can’t find anything that looks right. I am with a group of people in a large ballroom with a high ceiling. A man who looks like Johnny Depp is teaching us to fly. It feels great, so free and easy. I look at the wings and they are snowy white, just like a bird’s wing. We are back in town, time is running out and I feel under pressure to find an outfit to wear. I am looking through racks and racks of clothes. Finally I select a black skirt but I am not happy with it. The man comes into the shop and says that we must have a mask sewn to our face. Two girls begin to sew a clear plastic mask to my face. They make a face and they are apologetic. I tell them it is worth the pain to be able to fly.I am out on the street with the man and other people who are going to the dance. We are ready to fly to the ballroom for the dance. I look in the distance and I can see the ballroom. It is along the coast and it looks like the ballroom at the boardwalk. I feel something on my face and discover that I am bleeding from the sewn on mask. The man tells us it is time to go and I take off right away as I am anxious to fly. I rise quickly and lose sight of everyone. There are power lines to clear and I fly higher to try to avoid them. The higher I fly the more lines appear and it becomes dark and foggy. I fly higher and higher.
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The image certainly adds to the story, which is powerful in its own right. Dreams are often not pretty, or even easy to listen to, yet the expression of them is very important to the psyche and the paths on which it is moving.
Not everyone is this talented as this artist, yet at whatever level of art, drawing a dream is an important way to honor the importance of the dreaming process, and a path to healing.

Why do narcoleptics fly?


Clear-cut cataplexy coexisting with excessive daytime sleepiness points directly to the diagnosis of narcolepsy. The other 2 classic symptoms found in narcolepsy are sleep paralysis and hypnagogic hallucinations. In sleep paralysis, a patient becomes transiently unable to move before sleep onset or just after awakening. Hypnagogic and hypnopompic hallucinations are vivid, frightening dreams, often with a sensation of flying, that similarly occur at the time of transition from sleep into wakefulness or the reverse. (Mayo Clinic)

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In sleep paralysis... most sleep-related hallucinations are visual and incorporate elements of the actual environment. For instance, individuals may describe objects appearing through cracks in the wall or describe objects moving in a picture on the wall. The hallucinations may also be auditory (e.g., hearing intruders in the home) or kinetic (e.g., sensation of flying). ( American Psychiatric Association)

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So what is the explanation for why people with narcolepsy often experience sensations of flying, particularly at the beginning or end of the episode?

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Narcolepsy: New Understanding of Irresistible Sleep
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Diagnostic Criteria for Narcolepsy
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Source of Image
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http://www.macalester.edu/psychology/whathap/UBNRP/narcolepsy04/index.html

Swimming in the Sky







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Posted on the internet by klynslis

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According to my sample of flying dreams collected from interviews and by reviewing cases in the scientific and popular literature on dreams, it is not uncommon to experience one’s self airborne in a dream while moving the body in a swimming motion…
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The German astronaut Ulrich Walter (1007) noted that the waking reality of weightlessness matched exactly the flying dreams of his adolescence. He asks how the body is able to imagine something it never experienced….
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The sleeping body seems to provide the feeling of weightlessness which the dreaming mind illustrates in different ways.
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FLYING (HUMAN) BODIES IN THE FINE ARTS - DREAMS AND DAYDREAMS
OF FLYING

Rainer Schönhammer
School of Art and Design, Halle/Saale, Germany
Paper presented at the 16th Congress of the international Association of Empirical Aesthetics, August 9-12, 2000, New York

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Schonhamner article

http://psydok.sulb.uni-saarland.de/volltexte/2005/550/pdf/Schoenhammer_FlyingBodies_NewYorkPaper_2000.pdf

From Daedalus to Daedalian









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Emanuel Swedenborg;......... .. Emanual Swendenborg, age 75
The Daedalian, A Machine for Flying; 1714
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Swedenborg was a scientist, philospher, theologian and mystic. This flying machine, about 32 feet wide by 24 feet high, had a basket for the operator at the center, used beating blades for propulsion and had landing gears. It was, essentially, the first flying saucer.
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Twenty years after designing this machine, he became increasingly interested in spiritual matters and became determined to find a theory which would explain how matter related to spirit, how the soul was connected to the body.
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In 1744, he began having strange dreams and visions. He kept a journal of 286 of these dreams, one of the first dream journals.
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Flying in dreams, like the angels, has a spiritual dimension.
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Wikipedia
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Emanuel Swedenborg's Journal of Dreams
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Angel flying too close to the ground, Willie Nelson
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3DxVVfTifg
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Angel from Montgomery, Bonnie Raitt and John Prine
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=St9RvdtvLeE
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Description and details of the Daedalian
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Flying in Dreams and the Myth of Icarus

Jacob Peter Gowy; The Fall of Icarus; 1650

One of Jung's approaches to dreams was to amplify them through association with mythology. An association to flying in dreams is the myth of Icarus:

Icarus' father, Daedelus, a talented craftsman, attempted to escape from his exile in Crete, where he and his son were imprisoned at the hands of King Minos , the king for whom he had built the labyrinth to imprison the Minotaur. Daedalus, the master craftsman, was exiled because he gave Minos' Daughter, Ariadne, a clew of string in order to help Theseus survive the Labyrinth. Daedalus fashioned a pair of wings of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Before they took off from the island, Daedalus warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the lake. Overcome by the giddiness that flying lent him, Icarus soared through the sky curiously, but in the process he came too close to the sun which burned his wings. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms. And so, Icarus fell into the sea in the area which bears his name, the Icarian Sea near Icaria, an island southwest of Samos.

(From Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Icarus)

Are flying dreams about longing for sexual performance?


Marc Chagall; Au dessus de la ville; 1924

...In dreams the wish to be able to fly is to be understood as nothing else than a longing to be capable of sexual performance. This is an early infantile wish... Whenever children feel in the course of their sexual researches that in the providence which is so mysterious but nevertheless to important there is something wonderful of which adults are capable but which they are forbidden to know of and do, they are filled with a violent wish to be able to do it, and they dream of it in the form of flying, or they prepare this disguise of their wish to be used in their later flying dreams.

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Sigmund was obsessed with sexuality. It was extremely unfortunate for psychology that it was his model that predominated for much of the twentienth century, rather than the much more balanced approach of Carl Jung.

I dreamed I could fly



Jonathan Borofsky (1942); Undated drawing of a dream

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Jonathan Borofksy; 1970; Acrylic and charcoal on canvas



Jonathan Borofsky; I dreamed I could fly at 3088747; 1989


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For a while in this blog I will be posting images of art that was drawn or created on the basis of a dream. Sometimes there will be commentary, sometimes quotations, sometimes links to web material, sometimes just pictures.
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People who dream of flying are not neurotic and like to play instruments:
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Despite the fact that flying unaided is not possible in waking life, flying dreams have been reported fairly often. Over the centuries, a large number of scientists have speculated about the etiology of such dreams. Their occurrence in a student sample (N = 444) was related to low neuroticism, openness to experience, boundary thinness, dream recall frequency and playing an instrument. The findings of the present study indicate that psychological factors play a role in the explanation of flying dreams. This does not completely rule out any of the physiological theories. The traits associated with flying dreams positively support the continuity hypothesis at the level of emotions.
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Personality Characteristics of Dreams
Imagination, Cognition and Personality
Volume 27, Number 2, Pages 129-137
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Personality Correlates of Flying Dreams
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Dreams and Healing




All dreams come in the service of health and wholeness.



Jeremy Taylor, D.Min.



The emphasis in the previous blogs has been about dreams and illness; dreams are images of a path towards wholeness.


The next blogs will focus on one type of dreams, the dream of flying.
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Jeremy Taylor