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Post by Admin on Aug 11, 2020 23:57:31 GMT
Classmate Dreams  Classmate dreams..this section here for when the dreams I have summon up former classmates of mine. And no, I'm not a 'wizard', I know use of the word 'summon' probably has some wondering. I wish I were a wizard..lol
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Post by Admin on Aug 12, 2020 0:24:21 GMT
Classmate dreams As I slept earlier, during the day, the two or 3 former classmates that were in this dream were...drum roll.... 1. Greg J 2. Kathy B 3. Belinda C In no way can I describe the complexity of the dream scenery, dream sceneries are so very abstract and hard to make sense of in the physical, so please focus more in the situational description more so than environment. 1. In some kind of a 'dark' grungy dorm room setting with former classmates, it felt like some dark grungy dorm room located in some dark downtown brick building, like you see in those older movies from the 60's, with the fire escapes and all, and neon signs flashing. It just felt like this dormitory was located in such an area. Within dorm room, bunk beds, like half made or slopply made, with like 1970's heavy blankets and sheets on them. Well just so happens Kathy B was one of my bunk mates located next to mine, we both had bottom bunks, on opposite sides, seperated by flimsy partision. In this dream you could tell we didn't really like each other, and the situation felt forced, as if assigned to those bunks. My side was a bit cluttered, and Greg J was my bunk mate on my side, and also had bottom bunk. Then Kathy B kind of from isle, poked head in and totally ignored me, but was commenting to Greg J 'Who's clutter is this, who would keep such stuff in here, blah blah blah'. I knew her comments aimed at my stuff. Then when she left and was back on her side I commented. 'I love that garbage can, and think I'll get one twice as big'...or something like that I said. Again, I spoke in way so that she'd here, I mean we were basically fighting, and using Greg J as the middle man, how parents do with kids sometimes when they fight. And no, me and Kathy B aren't married, long ago I wished we were though, seeing as I've had a childhood crush on her since like the 4th grade that never ended. Anyways, tensions of hostility high, I remember leaving, then returning, and garbage can was gone, and knew Kathy B had something to do with it. Then dream faded into another and I forget the rest. 2. Second classmate dream. It was dark out, environment was like Vegas + WSA campus + Pullman. It was dark, yet I was like leaving entertainment district, the building were built on a hill, Pullman is very hilly, it felt like I was near the 'Cub' on that hill where campus PD use to be, or maybe still is. Anyways, saw person dressed in like a 1980's disco space suit outfit, you know with the really exagerated shoulders and all..  I don't know, it just felt like they just left some high powered 80's disco break dancing festival or something. Anyways, they were walking, and a bit in front of me, heading up hill about to cross the street, they were about 5-7, had healthy looking blonde hair, and were vibrant, so I just assumed it was Belinda C, but when said 'Hey Belinda'.... They turned head around, while still walking, and I could see it was a guy, a male, a dude, a man. And i was like 'oops, sorry about that'...and they looked flattered. And those were the 3 former classmates I dreamed about today. I have no control which classmates appear in dreams, but they do from time to time. Probably the most reoccuring group of people from all other groups of people I've interacted with. After all, from k-12, while brain developing, they're the ones around the most other than own biological family (which I'll create section for them soon as well, but only during Pullman years), the magical years, when family was still close and tight). And with that I hope all are as well as can be and deserve to be. More dreams soon, I'm sure of it, and maybe some older ones as well that I still rememember.
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Post by Admin on Aug 12, 2020 0:42:09 GMT
And by the way, Belinda C, man she was one of those hardy type blonde haired gals.
She kind of reminds me of a 'W' version of Whitney Houston.
Her heart and mind, even though theoretically she lived in a Ice Castle, but her heart and mind always drifted towards the woods, where it was dark and mysterious.
Daddies little Angel was more like a rebel, or should say she always had that 'rebel' burning on the inside, and is why even though she could of totally embraced that 'insider' 'in crowd', doll crowd, she never did, and was kind of one of the best looking female outcasts in my class.
(Could also sense her Father could be loud and verbally abusive, which was actually kind of common in those days, but still some Fathers even then, took it to the edge)
Not that she was an outcast, rather she just never fully embraced the whole popular cheerleader type role, her destiny was different...and when older, like in high school and all, she leaned more towards the rocker types, the bad boy types of that era and place, the Bob M types, the Gabe P types, the Jim A, types, she rarely if ever dated guys from her own grade.
She was one of those gals that always dated upper classmen.
I guess us guys in her own class just seemed to 'small' or immature, and if you did show romantic interest in her, she'd just look at you as if you were her brother or something.
And that's the worst look you can get from a girl you want to date, is when she just looks at you like you're her brother, cause that means you haven't got a chance in Honolulu.
I spoke with here a few times after high school, I think she was in Arizona or something, and was as 'bad' and rebellious as ever, in a Pullman way.
You gotta realize Pullman bad wasn't the same as say, Detroit bad.
Anyways, do hope she's doing well out there, cause we go back for, she's one of the original Sunnyside babes from way back.
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2020 12:08:55 GMT
Another classmate dream I've had about 10 former classmate dreams since last post, I just don't always make the time to write them down, or feel like it cause some are so 'scatty', meaning hard to sometimes translate a dream into words. But one I had less than 3 hours ago was about 'Glenda something', I forget their last name, but grew up with them in Pullman, and they were kind of a 'special needs' student or classmate, only in that they were partially def, but even being partially deaf, they still probably had a better and stronger social life than I did while in area..that aside here's the dream I had of them last night. Not going to explain the before or after, cause that would require me writing to many other sequences that led to the moment where they entered dream and did what they did. Begin- Dream took place in the Sunnyside area of Pullman, the communities that laid on the edge of Pullmans East side, I guess, where Finch's supermarket use to be heading towards Lewiston. I suppose I could google all the names of the streets, but trying to remember makes it more fun and authentic for me. Anyways, I'm walking up this street, wasn't really suppose to be there (has to do with other part of dream), not that I couldn't be there, but probably should not have, when suddenly a black car pulls up or down the street, can't remember, and about 4-6 classmates get out and they're all estatic to see me, full of smile and joy aimed at my presence, I was glad of course, as they all lined up to assure me I was welcome there by them, and they were all giving me short hugs, and they were all 'white'...but then when it was Glenda's turn to give me a hug, she just had a deep look of relief on her face, a deep look of joy on her face, no words, just expression, and I remember when she finally gave me a hug, she would not let go. It was the longest hug I think I've ever gotten in my life, dream or no dream, to me it felt like a real hug....It wasn't a romantic hug, not at all, for I never viewed her in that way, but rather a deep 'Oh I've missed you so much, why did you ever leave me, us', type of hug. Finally I kind of had to 'break it up', then we begin talking a bit, getting caught up..before dream took another turn. So Glenda, if by chance you're out there and you read this, not sure why the scene of hugging one another materialized, just not sure why, but it did, I mean I don't know if dreams have psychic energy to them or what. Sadly I can't remember the other classmates in the dream, which means they were just 'fillers', Glenda is the only classmate I remember from last nights dream or early morning dream. Others in that same sequence of dreams were my Mother, who behaved more like a deviant street hussling type, my sister, who was trying to orchestrate some kind of get together with couples, a former guy I use to work with 'Derek H', and their girlfriend, in the dream him and his girlfriend broke up. Again, to try to make sense of it all in words would take me an hour, not worth it, the main thing is Glenda, and how she gave me 'that hug' I so needed and haven't had in years. 
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2020 12:41:53 GMT
And remember this, in my descriptions of my former classmates, I remember them in their prime or pre prime years, in their youth, my subconscious mind never ever remembers people older than I remember them being, for such a person doesn't exist in my mind, for they 'were not' yet.
I can't remember people as they were not, before I left area or last saw them in real life.
So I only remember them, describe them, dream about them, my former classmates as they were when in life, and that's a long span, about 11-13 years, during developing years, is why they left such a strong impact on me, even though at the time may not of gotten along with many of them, or them me, but still, they're all I remember while growing up, I cannot substitute them with any other group of people.
Leo H, was probably the last classmate I ever spoke with, and were living in Arizona at the time...before that maybe Belinda C, boy did we all spread out.
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Post by Admin on Oct 14, 2020 12:51:00 GMT
Also, I think I remember former classmates and or people, as 'god' will restore them or would, assuming Heaven and all is true and realized. I think 'God' will restore people to their prime state, not old deprepped state, as many seem to vision their relatives in near death dreams or experiences. I mean why would another want to spend eternity in their old wore out body hunched over?, I never got that. I mean if God does indeed resurrect people, I'm sure he's going to place their soles in revived, supercharged bodies, revved up and ready to go, if not, than he may as well leave folks in their graves.   |
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Post by Admin on Oct 31, 2020 15:26:55 GMT
Mike M-tch the tall one, appeared briefly in dream this past morning Mike or Michael M-tch, the tall one, who's Mother worked as a recess guard at Jefferson middle school briefly, the one who had a green Duster in high school, and who loved to camp and hike, and who lived in Everatt, WA briefly, before moving back to Pullman, anyways, that Mike M, appeared in a dream of mine earlier this morning. Their role in dream was very quick though and involved the following. I was atop some river, it was a large river, but where people recreated, I was atop some tall cliffy rizty fancy home looking down, being lectured by a rich person, I wasn't rich, though, just being lectured by them. It was sunny, and as I look down into the river canyon area, into the choppy waters, I see Mike M speeding up the river in a very large Yacht...  They were at the helm, steering it, hair blowing in the wind, and were obviously having a good time without a care in the world. And next to them was like another former classmate of mine 'Brett M-yers', but in the dream it felt like they were Mikes brother, although they're not related in real life. I remember feeling a bit slated or jealous when I saw how Mike M had obviously made it big, big enough to buy a Yacht. I remember feeling a bit slated at the fact that they never even called me up and told me, never brought me along with them in their success, but rather just left me 'behind'. As they zipped by in their Yacht, I don't think they were aware that I saw them, but I do remember feeling slated...like 'Wow, how could they forget about me?' I remember feeling that if you don't take those closest to you up with you, than what does success matter, the way Lebron James took all his high school and childhood classmates with him on his rise up. Anyways that was the part of dream that Mike M was in, can't really remember what happened before or after that. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Also had dream that I got lost in some woodsy swamp area, fell back into a very dead branchy part of forest, but it's as if I did it on purpose just to abuse self on purpose, as if in dream I wanted to feel like a victim or something.
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Post by Admin on Nov 25, 2020 16:12:13 GMT
Shawn Phelps of Albion dream, wow
Shawn P of Albion (many many years ago) was in the last sequence of dreams I had.
It was night, and I was on the street (tough and gritty type of streets)
Some gal or street walker approached me asking me for something, I didn't not trust them so gave them cigarette lighter instead, (a grenade shaped lighter I had just found moments before) then we begin talking about something, she was like apart of some 'resistance' group and mentioned the leader...who was 'Shawn P'. (in real life Shawn P was like 2-3 grades above me and lived in Albion when we first moved there, they were considered the 'wealthy' of the area with pool and all and lived by the tracks)
To have a swimming pool in Albion, at least back then, meant you had wealth, or family did.
Mike Burgess introduced me to Shawn, Burgess Philipino American, 100% bred in America though, and the girls thought he was hot.
Back to the dream.....
In the dream they were part of some resistance to counter the street protesters, I guess street protests had gotten out of hand, and so in dream Shawn led the protests against the protests.
And when we met, they were smoking and have thick 5 O'clock shadow type of beard or facial hair...(looked like some character out of a terminator movie, Conners all grown up or something).
They were happy to see me, we hugged, laughed a bit, but shortly after 'it was on'.
Violence was occurring and Shawn's group called into action to deal with the protesters, but his group was a bit disorganized and without clear instructions.
And then Shawn either went away or his character turned into a gruffy black guy, I can't remember, but after that do remember following group to area that protesters were at.
I kept asking 'What's the plan, what's the directive'?
Person I, was asking didn't seem to know.
We got there and the protesters, of all colors, were violent, in a multi-story large brick building atop a hill...it was still night, and we gained ground at first, but then they started throwing stuff at us, rocks, metal, and other sharp items, we retreated, fire even broke out inside the building, it was chaotic.
Then dream faded out and I guess I woke up.
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My thing though is why would I dream of Shawn Phelps who was a upper classmate and only apart of life for a short period, we were in completely different social circles and age bracket at the time.
I think they were also a 'Boy Scout', and achieved 'Eagle scout status'.
I have no idea where they are today or what they did after high school, but I'm sure as long as he stayed away from drugs and alcohol and wild women, I'm sure he did alright, better than me for sure.
Now time to get ready for work, after that wild dream work will seem extra dull today.
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Post by Admin on Dec 7, 2020 17:53:36 GMT
Mike M-tch in dream less than 2 hours ago Mike Mutch, or when properly Michael M, I guess, is what his mother called him when upset, as we use to be good friends, and for a while they were on my 'best friends list'. They were tall like me, but as he aged he got into the rocker guitar scene, but more of a Christian guitar rocker type. I've known Mike Mutch since grade school, Jefferson grade school, and his mother worked as a recess supervisor for a while, not sure how we first met though. Also they were very much into 'back country' type stuff, as in camping and all, and I do believe he got that from his Father who was always so 'stiff' when I was there, so stiff and proper and stern, a typical classical heartland type of Father, read the paper and all and liked things to be orderly, but was a nice man cause they vacationed a lot and owned a yellow 'scout', a type of jeepish looking all terrain vehicle of it's day. ________________________________________________________________ All that aside I can only remember last part of dream so lets begin. I was on a mountain bike, they were walking, and we were in some kind of indoor, outdoor flea market type place. As we strolled through one shop, there were mirrors on the left, in a bin, and they had art in them, like the face of the mirrors literally had art on them, Asian art. I wanted one, I was like 'Hey Mike grab one of those so I can see the price on it' The price was decent, but I was cheap, and instead was drawn to back packs, cool ones, semi hiking ones, but to cheap to get one of those either, than Mike jumped in and was like 'Look, she's offering you a deal, you can buy one and get one free', and so he, Mike, ended up buying a very cool red and light grey back pack...kind of like this..  I liked it also and ended up buying one also, and remember in dream paying with my debt card. After purchase we continued on, but Mike had to be somewhere urgently, but then the urgency wasn't so urgent. We begin to leave the place, I was like 'Hey, I gotta get my bike, I'll catch up with you' But we were less than 10 feet away when I said that, but it was the last time together in dream cause distance kept increasing as a bunch of geeky business men got in between us, and from there dream just kind of faded out. ----------------------------------------------------- I enjoyed this dream for some reason, cause it felt so real, and Mike still had his high school years long shoulder length hair, kind of a dark sandy brown color but oh so healthy hair it was. I haven't seen Mike in over a decade or longer, but they're still a part of my past, we lived in Everett, WA together for a while, by then he was married to 'Pam', an equally gracious woman who stood by her man. I really do miss those days of having people to hang out with, people who knew your DNA, people you've known since grade school, those bonds are practically impossible to form anymore, at least for me, at least where at now. Maybe for some it's easy, but for me it's not, I'm the same nice funny guy from Pullman, but out here in the larger world people have no idea what that is, someone like me isn't suppose to be nice and funny..initially that is. Today's me 'b' day also, maybe having that dream was kind of a b-day gift from whomever, the chance to conjur up a old dear friend in a dream, I'll take it. More dreams of fellow classmates to follow, it's totally random for I never know which classmate my subconcious mind will materialize.
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Post by Admin on Dec 7, 2020 17:57:40 GMT
I left out some smaller details of dream above, like how cashier/owner was part Asian, and tried to keep my debt card after payment and was married to a regular 'white male' who made some kind of a snarky remark over my reaction to his wife trying to keep my card, just a typical Pullman type from that era.
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Post by Admin on Jan 19, 2021 7:04:16 GMT
Dream with Ricky S in it
I only remember small portion of this dream scene, the rest would not make sense even if did try to explain.
I just know it was sunny, a bunch of us near the water, close to the water, like at facility right next to low laying water in a 'bay inlet'...but a bunch of tall weeds, and other trees and all seperated lot from bay.
Then it became about 'citris', large citra as in oranges, and related fruit.
Then ended up batting a large one, pumpkin sized one up on sloped aluminam roof.
I just remember Ricky saying to me and others before that, pointing out into the bay, 'that's how such and such got stuck here'...pointing at large floating anchored ship or something, can't remember, cause even in dream didn't quite know what he was referring to.
And that's it, that's all I can really grab from that dream scene.
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Post by Admin on Feb 13, 2021 2:51:50 GMT
Todd Komp was in dream last night, something to do with 'chocolate Molto-meal' or something...who knows man, dreams are just odd.  |
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Post by Admin on Feb 18, 2021 9:41:15 GMT
Mike Mutch has been a lot of my dreams lately, in one we were having a meeting, in Pullman, and they sorta had grey hair, I was standing above on military hill and they were approaching from below...in the dream it made sense, but describing it in real world doesn't.
Then had another dream with them in it, this time involving their Father, I kind of forget that one...but wanted to jot down just for the record in case I remember in the future.
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Post by Admin on Apr 8, 2021 2:45:38 GMT
Just woke up from this dream less than 4 minutes ago
Just woke up from this dream where me and Ricky Stephens just having a back and forth conversation...as if they were interviewing me, and we were in the town of Albion, where we both grew up as youth.
Dreams are dreams, dreams are odd...but best I can recount they were asking me why I like to help people?
And I remember telling them that regardless of age, this age, that age ect, helping others just -----(I actually forget what I said in dream, I just remember the sentiment of it)
It's as if Ricky Stephens and I were having a moment of reflection in the town of Albion, WA on a sunny afternoon day....with this song by Earth, Wind, and Fire, playing in the background, in the sky.
And to be honest with you, I don't even know if Ricky is still alive or not, all I know is we grew up together in Albion as best friends, they probably spent the night over at my place more than any other friend I ever had.
This dream stood out to me, so had to make sure I jotted down.
My youthful years actuall weren't all that bad to be honest...it's rather like from the 12 grade on that things go weird.
Miss you Rick, alive or dead, wherever you are, I miss you and thanks for the past and the memories.
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Post by Admin on Apr 11, 2021 17:15:15 GMT
Classmate dream, we were all in some kind of 'older school', and Todd Komp stood out
In this dream we, my former classmates, were all in some kind of mid life 'school' or 'college' or something like that, or refresher course in life?...I don't know.
I just remember feeling 'lesser than' most of my classmates there as far as 'paper accomplishments' went.
They were all advanced in their careers, where as me, it's as if I was still at like the 10th grade level of 'paper advancement'...and that matters cause that's all people care about.
People don't care about maturity, life experience, clean civic record ect, all most trained to care about is 'paper advancement' as far as degrees, certifications ect.
Well in this dream I had none of that, in this dream I could barely understand 8th grade math, even though in dream I was an adult while seated next to Todd Komp, a former classmate of mine from Pullman, WA, who I have known since like Kindergarden years, or 1st grade years, but after the 3rd grade, when family moved to Albion, that bond was forever gone, even at that age, it's funny how quick social 'cliques' form and that people abhere to.
Anyways, in dream I was seated next to Todd K, and our resistance to each other was 'thick', in that neither of us strong enough to break through that strong social barrier and just say 'Hello'.
'Hey, Hello Todd, so glad to see you, so glad you're doing well'.....is what my ego prevented me from saying.
So instead, in dream, I dissed him a bit by taking up some of their space and applying body pressure onto them (in dream this made total sense, in real life description, not so much).
Then the instructor started speaking, started complimenting all more former classmates, so proud of them he was (But he was not really proud of me, it's as if I was just 'there')...
And to top it off, he highlighted Todd Komp, by saying, 'And you Todd, you're here to finally get out of this class to become a Attorney'...ect ect.
Which made me feel even lower, at which time in dream I moved away from Todd.
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Summary- In this dream I was made to feel so inadequate next to my former classmates, there but not there, there but ignored...and in odd way that's how it felt in high school around them....there but ignored.
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