Category Archives: 1995 Dreams

Page dated 7/15/95

Dreamt I was playing baseball somewhere else in the cosmos.

Seemed to be experiencing telepathic thinking/conversing etc. Noticed it can’t be controlled. One must weed out unkind thoughts with meditation and conscious attention.

Time seemed to be collapsing. Dimensions were merging. I saw angels, UFO’s, Visions etc. and wondered if they were tools to aid awakening?

I would wake and sleep and wake and sleep….

Ruminations: I wonder if we put too much emphasis on the physical? I wonder if there isn’t agreement beween someone like a J. Dahmer and his victims, to commit their acts in order to impact on a greater number… to give them the oppotunity to NOT JUDGE and to become more conscious of their thoughts and more in touch with their feelings. Yes, a physical body is the greatest gift bcause it is the greatest way to learn these lessons and probably others.

That’s because it can reduce down to the physical level, a vey limited level to create on an individual and a collective level in areas where improvement needs to be made/learned. In other words, one decides what his objectives are on earth. If many many many souls – millions – decide that nonjudgement needs to be learned individually and collectively, wouldn’t it make more sense that a Dahmer and his victims appear to give us the opportunity to learn those things through their actions. One must remember that each advancement of one advances the whole. If Dahmer and his victims are waiting on us to learn this, what better way to bring it to our attention then to create that knd of “outrage” and “judgement” in so many people. If it advances me, which I think it does, I can easily forgive them and others like them. I can’t help but think how strikingly this parallels the Jesus Christ murder and the results of same.

Dreamer’s comments: Holy Shit. I remember this sleepless night like it was yesterday. It was all brought on by the Jeffrey Dahmer murders and cannibalism crime that was happening at the time. I went to bed wondering why things liked that happened and woke up with a half-way plausible reason and could not wait to get to work the next day to discuss it with my friend. Do you see what I was/am getting at here?




Page dated 2/15/95

There is a bean pole of a Chinese guy all dressed in tan close-fitting robes. He has long white hair, a beard and moustache. He is standing in front of a class room. I seem to be the only student. He has a tan pointer and he is standing in front of a tan pull down map which I perceived to be a map of the heavens, or the universe. He is slappng his pointer in the middle of it and telling me what I’m looking for is here.

I ask “How do I get there?” He tells me to think about it. I wake up.

Dreamer’s comments: Notes appear on the next day’s page. 2-16-96 This a. m in meditation, I realize he said think not visualize myself at the place where he had pointed which is how I had begun. So I just began to think about the universe in general. A ‘knowing’ occured to me to breathe it in thru the top of my head and breathe it out through my hands and to practice this all day as much as I can. My hands tingled.


Page dated 3/22/95

I went to Toronto with Dawn. For some reason I kept hearing a voice that told me that Toronto was an Indain home. We went to see a movie/show about Indians. I found the whole thing fascinating. Dawn kept flirting with the guys sitting in front of us (they were Indians) I really hadn’t noticed them until I saw people getting up and leaving. I heard someone walking up the aisle say “fire”. Dawn said “yes, there is a fire and we have to leave.” I was bummed. The movie was good and I wanted to see the rest. As we left I didn’t see a fire but the usher said we could not go out the front door where we were parked and to go out the back. I didn’t want to walk all the way around so we stuck to the front door. It was on fire so we found a side door and left. We got in the car and drove away.

Dreamer’s comments: On the page I have noted that my family was going to Toronto in two weeks to see Phantom of the Opera. Dawn is married to a Seneca Indian and I am reading a book about Indians.

One interestng fact since then is that Dawn’s marriage “went up in flames” so to speak and she divorced her Indian and is now married to another man. I got to see the whole Phantom play.  :o)



I’m dreaming but I know I’m dreaming. It’s like I can control the dream – maybe. But I feel like first I have to find the right program. And it seems like I’m fiddling with a computer sort of. The backgrounds remind of  different wallpapers for computers and I scroll through them looking for something with moons and stars. I don’t find it before I wake up but I am not frustrated. I just feel like if I keep looking and trying to find it, I will.

Dreamer’s comments: Seems like I am supposed to practice persistence.




Was in St. Joseph’s school (my elementary school) in the basement eating. It must have been a reunion except Ellen was there too I think though she did not attend that school. Everything was fruits and vegetables and delicious and refreshing.


I am walking down Seneca Avenue. It is raining. Mary Hirsch lived in my Mom’s old house. I decided to stop to see if I could borrow an umbrella. She was on the phone (what’s new). She showed me around. There were lots of changes to the house I didn’t care for. One was a movable wall to open up the downstairs bedroom. When she moved it, the plaster bottom fell into puzzle pieces shaped like different things and we had to fit it back together.

Dreamer’s comments: There are none recorded on this page. It seems to me that the first would indicate a good solid beginning for me as a child. The second I’m just not sure. I lived in the Seneca Street house with my mother until I was 21 I think, maybe longer. She always talked about adding a small bathroom in the closet which was located on the movable wall in the dream. She never did. I thought it was a crazy idea. Maybe that is what that is all about.



I dreamt we were in a cabin.  I don’t know who “we” were except that Bambi may have been there. The cabin was on the side of a mountain. The road ran by it and across the road was a parking area. There was a murder. I was not a participant. I’m not sure I was even an observer. There was a message written in blood on the wooden floor. The only word I can remember from it is “accountant”. I couldn’t wait to get out of there and went across the road to the parking area where my “jimmy” was and left. This whole dream is very hazy and I’m not certain I’m remembering it right.

Dreamer’s comments: Kind of hard to analyze this it’s so old. The only thing that springs to mind is the demize of the accountant where Joe worked. He was let go on sexual harrassment charges. Joe added his job to the one he was already doing. Can’t remember the exact timing of that incident.



I dreamt I was riding a horse with someone. We each had our own. And then I seemed to consciously think “I don’t want to be riding a horse. I’d never own a horse.” and the dream stopped.

Then I dreamt I moved on to play hockey.  The door to the rink was locked but one of my friends knew how to unlock it. I was with my high school friends I think – at least Diana. This seemed to be the second time I dreamed of playing hockey with friends and I knew the routine. I knew they would bring me skates and cheek black etc. I told the others what would be happening and it did. I asked a guy behind me to cut my braids. They were in the way of my helmet. Diana would not let me. They called our team to the ice but I wasn’t ready. I didn’t have my skates on. I woke up.

Dreamer’s 1995 comments at the bottom of the page read “I can’t help thinking that these dreams are another illustraton of the control we all have through choice in our lives. An issue that has been popping up for me a lot lately is visiting Aunt Helen and talking to Nina. (Nina is my mother. Although passed now she was alive at the time of these dreams and I believe that her sister,  my Aunt Helen, was in a nursing home a few towns over.  My mother and I would talk when we would go to visit her and my Mom would reminisce about her past which was something she rarely did. She once told me she did not have a happy past and so did not like to talk about or be reminded of it.)

Further comment as of today… These are lucid dreams though I may not have really realized it at the time.


Page dated 3/18/95

I dreamt I was staining a new cabinet which was going somewhere in my new house. I was pleased with how it was turning out.

Later I dreamt we adopted a big older red dog that had been abused. I loved her dearly. I called her “Red”.

Dreamer’s comments: The cabinet… I don’t know. I do remember that dog though. I could not stop thinkiing about that dog for days. I’m sure it was an Irish Setter. Even though that dog was a dream dog, when I think of it, I love her all over.  Even 21 years later…


Page dated 3/12/95

I dreamt about Joe being really skinny and wearing a brown suit.

Later I dreamt about buying and selling houses.

Dreamer’s comments:  I have never known Joe to be really skinny.  He has lost lots of weight before, but it generally comes right back and I really think he looks better with a bit of meat on his bones.  Plus I think it’s his “nature”.  Buying and selling houses would be nothing new.  I am not a real estate agent, but if I were I could have made a ton of money just on my/our constant moving.