DN7: December 7, 1984

TOW

Dreaming; Night of
December 7, 1984

	1:51	I was dreaming with V in the same dream (in my dream) and became "aware" that I ws doing so. I banged on his head as an action for him to remember and had him become aware of our dreaming together before we faded apart and lost contact. Sometime here, I was in his room looking at a great toy phaser and some pictures of a trip he had taken with his family in Africa in which a leopard and black panter hunted side by side (in one picture, white feathers could be seen settling down in the air between them, with the prey just outside of the picture). Else. (G)
	5:50	₁I'm not exactly sure where this dream started, but, basically, I found a water-filled pit lost among some ruins. It turned out to be about 15-20 feet deep with a smooth, sandy bottom. Preserved on the sand at the bottom were mementos of my early life (1-4 years or so) that had been lost in a strange, magic-like accident in my very early youth, so early, that my mother had assumed that I would not remember any of the circumstances or, indeed, the occurrence itself. I did remember, however, and vividly (this was one of the most forceful examples of pseudo-memories in a dream that I have ever had). I began to dive and salvage the goods, sometimes with the help of others and sometimes alone. I found incredible pictures of my father that showed a youthful visage of 14-15 years ago. I found a small diary-like book which had been given to me shortly before bieng lost, thus, having only a few scribblings in it (one being my first poem, which, unfortunately, I was too busy in the dream to read). One of the main things that I was looking for was a red metal fire engine which had been a favorite toy of this period. While I did not find it, I found many other things. After several expeditions to the pit, I was returning to it once more with a couple of others (whom I don't know). We had become aware of some danger presented by the inhabitants of the ruins and were being more cautious. Immediately upon arriving at the pit/pool (it had changed somewhat externally), we were set upon by these inhabitants and all but myself managed to escape. I was taken to a room 2-4 stories above ground where the entire group was located. They wanted to know something from me, but after some minimal torture (including the use of a lighted cigar), they pretty well lost interest in me. All but one woman. I was over at a window watching a parade (at first to separate myself, both physically and mentally, from my captors, but quickly I became fascinated by it) and when a large Kookla-Fran-and-Ollie-type character (creature?) went by, I said to myself (out loud), "He was always my favorite." The woman replied, "Yes, I remember. I thought I recognized you." Then I had anothr rush of "memories" and remembered the intensely close relationship we had had as she had raised me, and beyond. I also remembered what had happened to her and that it was about to repeat itself—once again, regardless of anything that I might do to stop it. Then it was happening. She was being held by bad, evil guys who were going to kill her. I was rushing to stop them. I got there too late and saw that she lay dead in a darkened room on an altar-like structure. Spotted by the bad guys, I beat a hasty retreat toward the rear of the building that I was in. Through the many corridors I ran while the evil ones were right on my heels. I ran, purposely, to a room with a large (sales?) display of television sets. Here, I was supposed to jump through the screen of one of the sets to make my escape. The only problem was that in the 15-20(?) years between episodes, technology had deceased the proportions of the sets, so I reasoned; they were all too small to fit through! After a second's pause, I ran into the next room where, fortunately, larger models were kept. I dove into the screen of one, which became insubstantial the instant I touched it, allowing me to pass freely through into the unknown beyond. Except that one of the bad guys had managed to catch hold of one of my feet, and while he could not enter through the screen, neither could I while he had my foot. I pulled and shook my foot, kicking at his hand with the other, and managed to free my foot, pull it through, and escape into the unknown. All of this was a repeat of what I had done many years before, suggesting a reincarnation-type of other life or a passing through different dimensions or a combination of both. Once again, as before, I was devastated by the loss of the woman, although this time I had the knowledge that her death was probably not permanent (it hadn't been before, as things turned out) and that she might very likely show up again at some future date. But then again, I may have known this before and had the knowledge somehow excised from my memory, in which case I might, once again, be made to forget until the time came to see her again. (C)