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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