E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//May 5, 2010

E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail May 5, 2010 "In the Garden of the Gods."

The Dream:I actually can see Pikes Peak from the back side of my work building and I often see planes of the Air Force Academy passing in front of this omnipresent landmark of Colorado Springs. Some miles from where I work is a strange exotic and grotesque convoluted natural formation, called 'Garden of the Gods" It is a major local attraction that the image of it may linger in your mind long after you have left this geographic location. It is not surprising then if such things enter my dream world as both day residues and convenient symbols of ones desires, fears and frustrations.

Several of my recent dreams have put me on planes, at airports and places far from here, but usually actual places that my company work requires me to go to, and which, I usually enjoy going to. Always however in the dream, people from other locations are often present that could not have been a actual possibility.

Dream: I am alone in the actual geographic place called the Garden of Gods, it is winter and patches of snow cover the ground and snow and ice clings to the strange formations, giving them a pleasant unity and peaceful appearance. I become aware in the dream that this is a lucid or near lucid scene, yellowish and reddish earth colors overlaid with blue-greenish snow that sparked and flickered. The winter light is not strong and the flash automatically fires when I try to photograph it. By the time of my third shot, someone sounding very angry loudly breaks the silence by cussing me out for having ruined there time exposure set up to picture the scene. I am startled that others are here, and offer an apology. I go further up hill to get away from this person and some persons that were with him. When I feel I have gone far enough I resume taking the flash photos. However the light becomes dimmer and things appear close to monochrome. I strain to see where I am stepping and begin to see a multitude of strange faces in the formation, some male, and some female. I tell myself that this is mind-projected stuff like seeing things in clouds. I am fascinated and somewhat anxious as some of the leering faces look directly at me. I avoid their gaze and look to other spots in the formations. I finally locate a woman's face, one strangely close in form to the secretary woman at corporation headquarters, that always attracts me and whom I have never had courage to approach. A group of trainer planes for the Air Force Academy, flying in a V formation suddenly zooms down and over me, very loud and with major vibration back effects and the whole formations begins to shake and crumble. I awake, its 6 A.M. and I can hear planes somewhere distant.

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Mountain Software Writer April 6, 2010 White Faced Man Dream

04/06/10 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail

Saturday, I took my Wal-Mart bike out as the weather cleared up and it was warm enough that it really felt good. I went out toward the airfield and watched a few planes pass overhead including some probable air force pilot training runs. I returned by way of a small mall that had a Starbuck's Coffee franchise. The coffee and roll really hit the spot. They have a youthful looking staff, not one of the employees looked over 18. (making me an old geezer) I examined with interest the female counter people, and concluded they were attractive by not exceptional, and so young that it would be silly for me to try to strike up a friendship with any. I had the thought it would be nice if I had my laptop with me as some of the customers were solitarily doing something on. Crap, I thought to myself, that would be a poor substitute for a good relationship, and besides two-thirds of my waking life and an unknown amount of my sleep world is filled with technology images, day residues that I can't escape from. That night, I dreamed I was at work and at lunch break. I went to the company cafeteria, which strangely looked like a Starbucks. The cashier that took my money appeared to be a close fit to my preferred female type, She resembled or maybe even was, the same woman, who is the company headquarters secretary, that was in a previous dream, and who in real life I could never bring my self to approach. She now, was the acting cashier, but was cold, not smiling and acted as if she was being imposed upon in doing what was she was required to do. I moved on, wondering if she was a mind reader, who was rejected my inner thoughts, in which I had wondered for a few brief moments, what a relationship with her would be like. The place was full, so I took a seat at a table with some other employees, that I knew from sight, but not personally. As there were none here from my own department, I did not expect to enter into other than courtesy type exchanges. After a while a woman squeezed herself in between another person and me. I shifted as much as was possible but it was still uncomfortable. Now all this up to this point, the dream is slanted, more or less, to day residues, but at this point the dream goes sort of wacky. I somehow feel the body contact with the squeezed in dame was both desired-pleasant and forced-unpleasant and I associate her also with the company secretary I have been eyeing from a safe distance, for a year or more. The lunch period ends and most the people leave, including this woman. I think, I feel relieved. I stay put, while the crowd leaves and only an other man and me remain. He sits two tables away. I see him in detail with lucid clarity. He is average build, a little overweight, with heavy coat on. However his head is unusually round and he wears a woven yarn cap, pulled down at an angle so that it covers the entire left side of his very whitish face. He looks at me with his uncovered right eye, and signals that he would like to speak to me. I approach and he offers me a dish with a bunch of green grapes on it. I take the grape bunch and try to split it in half with my fingers. It breaks apart uneven. I take the larger part and leave the smaller one on the plate. I notice the imbalance but I take the larger one, (unlike what I would characteristically do in a real situation). I jokingly mention that this sharing was a 'horse and rabbit' division. Somehow, he looks German to me and I associate the strange cap to the headwear of old time German universities dueling fraternities and that maybe that his face was badly scared. A blind man enters with a Seeing Eye trained dog, a German shepherd breed, a bright intelligent animal. I think it is the same dog that belonged to Steve Jobs, that I was accused of dognapping in some earlier dream. The blind man sits next to the strange white faced man, who was apparently waiting for him. I feel this signals that I am an excused from further participation and I leave.

My Outreach: I think this dream is more about my fear of death, body injury, ego injuries, my emotional scars, my blind spots, than about my starved love life. Maybe some of you can see things here I miss. Let me know. Just put "White faced man" in the subject and send it to fateanalysisguy@gmail.com

03/06/10 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer "Two women and the Burning Curtain"

03/06/10 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail

"Two Women and the Burning Curtain."

March 6, 2010

Recently my employer sent a group of us to Atlantic City for the demonstration of our new, now in production, electronic devices. That went off without a hitch, and by this fall, many of these devices will be extending the horizons of communication in ways never before possible. The weather was cold, stormy and the airport connections delayed, causing our team to set for hours together at airport boarding areas. Hardly anything enjoyable. After a time of watching the monitors for news related to our next flight. It all seemed to have gone into an endless futile loop. The executive level members separated themselves to the bar and the rest of us began to talk amongst ourselves. We talked about the technical problems and the monotony of the seemingly endless testing that followed whenever even the slightest changes in the hardware configurations was made. But it was the human element involved that became our main conversation item. There had been clashes of management styles and petty conflicts, as recurring events, during the two year lead time. There appeared to be, as we talked to be a general feeling that we had collectively and as individually had somehow survived an ordeal of some kind. There was open pride in having succeeded. There was also some guilt about the human problems that occurred along the way. We talked of the several team members that had variously quit, been fired or transferred out. We spoke of what different members knew about these lost co-worker's problems. Some of these had had ugly personality changes, some had illicit love affairs and/or abuse involved personal lives. A common thread was; that nearly all the lost team members had taken to heavy drink and/or drug usage, (legal RX, street or both) just before they left the team. A few days after I was back at work and in the security of my home space, I had a dream that has bits and pieces of that trip and some strange twists. I am in a window lined corridor type construction that is common in modern airports. I am with two women, one is a team member from the recent trip and the other is an attractive, polite, but rather distant and impersonal person, that I know to be divorced and that she lives alone. She was not on the trip, but I do see her from time to time at corporate headquarters. I have never approached her, although I have thought about doing so. In the dream for some reason the three of us are at an access point of the corridor where different aisles lead to different flights. The two women check the documentation and boarding passes and start to argue over which way to proceed. The argument turns nasty, and they both turn to me to say which one is right. As I don't really know, I try to make a decision from what is printed on my boarding pass. I struggle to read it, but the numbers for the aisle and the check in desk are too blurred to read. Both women are now angry with me, each saying I was unworthy and incompetent, or they wouldn't be in the mess of potentially missing the flight. The windows along the corridor have curtains that can be pulled across to shut out the sun, when needed. They are open now and planes parked outside can be clearly seen. The 'team' woman in anger or frustration, pulls the curtain across the window and partly wraps herself in it, as if not to see us at all. This infuriates the 'corporate woman' and she pulls out a butane lighter and sets fire to it. I try to smother the flames but fear I am going to get burnt. Also I think the 'team woman' misinterpreted my actions as attacking her. I struggle to get awake and a part of the dream replays, only now, it is I, who grabs the lighter from the 'corporate woman' and make sure the curtain burns. I am repelled at the thought of such maliciousness on my part and get awake enough to turn the light on.

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Mountain Software Writer Febuary 8, 2010

2/08/10 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail Dreams Point to problems in my dull personal life. ) My apartment walls need new new paint. 2) An interesting Mamma (Italian) stirs guilt. 3) g-Mail account problem= a transparent Freudian sex symbol.

The Dreams: 1) My apartment walls somehow, needs paint, a professional house painter comes and says he detects the walls had been painted inadequately sometime in the past and the old paint had to be removed before re-painting. I reply, I know all about paint and he is mistaken, that it was normal fading and weathering, As I say this, I am embarrassed to see that the paint had started to crack and separate in places and that he could be right. I them feel uncomfortable over having made such an assertion. #2 Italian restaurant. It is one run by an older woman, who is my lover and we appear to happy together. She is widowed and her son Giovanni, comes to visit after not being around for a long time. He has reddish hair and a moustache, which looks, untrimm and gives him an unkempt look. His eyes sort of nastigmus-like shake when he looked at me. I wondered, if he is angry with his mom or me over our relationship. However he spoke only about how ill he had been and how unproductive financially his art efforts were. I somehow knew. that all this had something to do with his living with his emotionally disturbed women art models, who were also drug addicts. I am also somehow, an artist, my works,- landscapes, are displayed around the restaurant. Behind the windows of the upper story, a group of posters on paper are viable from the ground. These are the work of her son, They are professional quality, but some are sun faded. He takes these posters and leaves. 3) A problem repeats several times in this dream, about opening my g-mail account, after several try I conclude it is server problem and not with my PC or password. While still half asleep I analyze this dream as one of psychoanalytic sex symbols where g-mail becomes male-genital and shifts to the server side, responsibility for my present state of detactment from a significant love. Then I think, of the earler dream of the loving older woman at the Italian restauant and it amuses me that my CBT psychologist friend will tell me, deam analysis is achrcaic nonesence, that his instructors tell him it is a waste of time for any CBT trained therapist. I wake up, it is 4 A.M. Decide it was all just dream stuff.

My Take on this: Sure there is love missing in my life, I know that consciously. Why does my unconcious even bother to restate that with dream events? Maybe some of you can answere that question for me! Send your thoughts or comments to fateanalysisguy@gmail.com, Put' older woman dream' in the subject and it will get to me. Thanks all, Mountain Software Writer.

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01/16/09 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail

01/16/09 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail

01/16/09 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail

01/16/09 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail

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Mountain Software Writer January 2010 "Dog Napper Dream"

1/04/10 E-Mail from: Mountain Software Writer//To fateanalysisguy@gmail Continuing with my contract with myself to report in monthly. Here it is January of 2010 and continue to push myself to do so before the month ends. I am almost word for word free associating to every element in the dream. This ometimes leads to childhood, other time to the space that I believe to be my present life, conflicts and wishes. I set aside an hour at least three days a week for the purpose. I notice that I am beginning to free associate silently to my self whenever some human interactions come to pass. While the goal was to understand myself I see evidence it is also helping me understand others.

Dream: I arrive late at the HP Computer assembly plant in Santa Clara, (where in the dream) I am to demonstrate my current company's new hardware and software products on the prototypes that are about to go into production. The facility is locate near an IHOP Restaurant. Somehow I am dropped off at the street and have to walk uphill carrying my bag of demonstration equipment, I pass a red and black colored guard house, something like one you would expect at a royal palace and arrive at the HP main building. The room set aside for this was empty when I entered. Someone there tells me that because I am late the meeting was cancelled and the company officials and gone for lunch at the IHOP restaurant and that I might catch up with them there. I feel disturbed and embarrassed at this and I puzzle how to on foot, to get through the heavy traffic running on state highway was between where I was and the restaurant I could see on the other side.(for some reason the guard house and blue roof of the restaurant where in bright color.) I try reaching IHOP on my cell phone, I get a recorded message that I am out of my access area. I go back and ask the guard, if he has any suggestions. Courteous and polite, he offers the advice to wait and that crossing the highway here is dangerous and illegal. I feel trapped and have visions of trying to explain loosing a major contract for my employer, due to my being late. As I wait, I, in my thoughts deny the possibility that I could be late and play with various explanations. Somehow then, I am standing outside the main building. A dog immaculately groomed with long glistening reddish hair approaches me. And friendly rubs his nose on my leg and looks up at me as if to see if I was reciprocating its need for attention and affection. I pet the dog and make some silly dog talk, just as if the dog understood every word I said. Suddenly two policemen grab me, ordered me on to my knees and have me put my hands behind me so they can handcuff me and then pat me down for weapons. (Just as in TV cop shows.) I protest- "..you people are making some kind of mistake." They laugh-'We got it on tape You stealing the company president's dog- -"-stay on your knees until the jail transport arrives." Then I am driven to the rear of the Santa Clara Police station, a large building, across from the local train station. Inside I was taken to a booking room, and was told to shut up and face the truth, that they had the notorious dog-napper. I am still handcuffed and my cell phone- now in the hands of a woman I think she is a prosecutor, it rings and with a sly smile she answers the call and trys to pump who ever was calling into revealing details about themselves and what part they play in the criminal activity. I gather from the talk. the call was from Grace, my former secretary. I loudly speak up: "Tell these people the police they have the wrong man!" I am shoved in a cell and to my surprise the dog is there and happily wags it tail as if overjoyed to be with me. On a bench, there are several outdated computers and with the dog close to me and watching, I try using the computer to pick up an Internet connection through the Starbuck Coffee Shop's, internet service, located just across the parking lot near the police station. This fails and I ask for my laptop and I am told it is being examined by forensics. A man comes to the cell door, and says he is an attorney. The dog snarls at him and won't let him in. He leaves offended as if it was me insulting him and says- " O.K. stay there." Suddenly, Steve Jobs from Apple Computer, [not HP and from miles away] appears and the dog goes ecstatic and it is obvious they belong together. He thanks me, takes the dog and leaves. I am released and told to get on the shuttle bus, #10, to the San Jose Airport, as if the police still considered me a person unwelcome or with criminal intent.

This dream has some strange kinks in it. First of all the HP company has been doing their own tests, and I would not need to go there at all. While I have had some dealings with Apple Computer, I have never met Steve Jobs in person. The dog so friendly, intelligent and attractive, I wish I had one like it. My psychologist friend has features that resemble the attorney. (some hidden resentment here? The police represent, maybe some father directed resentment-Oh! the female prosecutor! I must explore that issue.) The police charges represent some kind of guilt trip. Grace, so loyal and supportive. She stands for the mother, who would get me out of any difficulty, even if she had to lie to do so. However, she is out of reach here. What about the guardhouse and the blue restaurant roof and the dog in bright color? Why dog-napper and not something more plausible crime?

Of course I have a mass of personal associations to this dream that I am not reporting. But what I would like you to do: is to help me by sending me your associations or symbolic analysis. fateanalysisguy@gmail.com Put "Dog-Napper" in the subject bar. Thanks -Mountain Software Writer.