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Post by Admin on Aug 29, 2022 23:56:51 GMT
Shannon L, the gal with that shiny, whitish blonde hair from Albion
Yes, a few weeks ago did dream of Shannon Lephelt, or whatever, never could spell their last name right...I just know they were an original Albion, WA babe back in the day.
I think they moved up to that area from the Lewiston, ID area.
And their mother was a skinny, thin, curly haired brunette, who kind of resembled that waitress on 'Mel's Diner', the goofy one.
That aside, Shannon did appear in a dream of mine weeks ago, just to busy to share it until now.
And even now will short cut the dream...I just remember it was like at some police substation in a mountainous woodsy area.
And they came in, but instead of testifying or whatever they were suppose to do, instead they ended up just hugging people, officers, and even me.
They didn't say anything, I just remember all they did was hug people in that room, that station, and they just seemed happy to do so.
And they, them, their hair, still appeared as it did the last time I say them, which would of been back in the late 80's in some apartment as I was selling coupons door to door.
But it was Shannon L, their original kind spirit just came out of them in this dream, their youth, their inncents.
I had many other dreams that night, but that one stood out to me the most, Shannon L, my childhood friend....not that we were ever like hangout friends...but when younger, I do remember she was the gal to flirt with, and my other male friends, we'd head to their place after school ect, when her mom was gone, and we'd try her, or at least they would, my pals at the time...Mike Burgess, and I think a few times Lance..a native American mix guy.
I never had a shot in a million with Shannon, if anything she probably saw me as her goofy retarded person of color brother.
But she was always so nice, so calm...I miss that gal.
I miss many people from my past, I mean after all they're apart of my memories, more so than even parts of my own biological family.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2022 2:58:02 GMT
I think I had a dream of Sudath, Shars sister, last night
While growing up in Pullman, Sudath, who's Indian, as in over seas next to Pakistan Indian, never could stand me, they had a deep rooted hatred for me, even though I was a person of color as well.
But in last nights dream, they were being all nice and cordual, it was either Suddath or another classmate of mine who was Asian, but they never really cared for me either.
But even though one was Asian, the other one was Indian, they were both, as I was, and that is totally Americanized, we acted and behaved just like our white classmates, them even probably more so than me, cause they were insiders, I, on the other hand, was always on the social outside of things, the outsiders crowd you could say, for whatever reasons.
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Post by Admin on Nov 14, 2022 13:33:20 GMT
Lots of stitched together dreams last night, you know, when like one dream sequence just kind of blends in and fades into another. Of course I can't remember all the details, that's not how dreams soak into our memories, but instead do remember a few 'hard' scenes within the dreams that kind of stand out, and here are a few in list form, before i forget, and in no particular order. 1. Driving black dodge caliber car on two lane road, sunny out, but for some reason stopped on on coming lane side, cause think there was workers or machinery on the right shoulder. Anyways I stopped in middle of oncoming lane, and then some red pick up truck was backing up, it was about to hit my cars front bumper, it did, I honked, but no damage done and they backed around, drove around something. Anyways, I started backing up, and you know how dreams are, for some reason brakes never seem to work when you apply them, or are very slow to react, like mush, then you get that whole collision feeling in your gut. Well, didn't collide with anything cause it was like a grassy hilly field, and so decided to explore this grassy hilly field. At this time pepi, the white poodle was in vehicle with me. Top of the slopy grassy hill, on this sunny day, was like a chain linked fence that ran parallel to the property, like a electrical grid station on the other side. But also a dirt trail ran along the fence, and as facing the hill in car, a large dark forest was to the right, and so I put car on dirt road and slowly entered the forest, with pet dog in passenger seat. It was a large treed forest, like redwood sized trees, no sunlike came through, just shade from the trees, which made it feel a bit spooky.  But unlike the picture, there was no snow, and the terrain dipped massively next to the road, so more like the forest to the left, as I drove, was in a raven. And there was lots of litter though, as if people had been dumping stuff...I didn't want to go any deeper into this large treed old growth forest, and so got out of vehicle, and white poodle jumped out to, ran down the raven, which was as steep as a small cliff, and began running round wildly, the way your pet dog does when you take it to the park and let it off the leash. Pepi wasn't young, so I was thrilled and amazed to see him darting around the forest below me like a youthful puppy almost. Then pepi ran back up the cliff, ran back down it (I thought it was mighty dangerous to do so) And sure enough on third trip down landed on face, dream type of landing on face, I was for sure the dream would turn into a nightmare after that...but like rubber, pepi reformed and was fine. ------------------------------------------- After that, dream pretty much ended and or faded into another one, which I can't remember. But what really stood out about that dream to me was that large shadowy old growth forest, pepi the poodle, and just how happy and fine everything felt. 2. This dream was one can hardly translate into words, dealt more in human relations and soxuality, I guess, same gender type, I guess. I think point of the dream was to show me, or me to show others, or for me to learn, see and observe, that when lonely enough, many don't have an issue cuddling up with someone of their same gender, if both OK with that. And like in the dream, sometimes it just happens, you don't plan it, it just happens, and when it does you don't label the behavior as 'gay', or Lesbian or anything else, rather it's just two lonely people who need another snuggle with, as to not feel so lonely. That was the message of that dream, the people involved don't really matter, although I was directly involved along with a former classmate of mine that I haven't seen in decades, Mike Mullbower or something like that. They were a big hulky fella that's I've known since kindergarden...and in the dream they liked me, wanted to cuddle in bed, but neither of us felt gay, cause it wasn't like that. But I kind of resisted cause we were like in a public place, like some dorm room TV lounge or something, and there was an older lady sitting literally right next to the bed in a chair, and so I felt it inappropriate to be bed flirting with anyone with another around. So they got up and left, but weren't mad...I think they understood...who knows, it was a freagen dream. ------------------------------------------------------- Had other dreams as well, but I'd be writing a small book if shared them all in detail. Dreamed of some truck driving co-worker at place I use to work at, and maybe even 'Danny', the boss and others. It was a dream fest, and cherished each one. |
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Post by Admin on Dec 6, 2022 14:39:07 GMT
Greg James appeared in one of my dreams
Greg James appeared in one of my dreams, but kind of morphed out of another person I know while in the Navy, a E-2 guy, forget their names, but they were really 'white', as in milky silky white skin, and had very blonde white hair to boot, but for some reason in the dream they morphed into Greg James, who was also white, tall and slender, and who also had blonde hair, but not as white or blonde as the guy in the Navy.
Anyways, we were walking done some hilly street, looked like one on Sunnyside area, and long story short, we were both happy to see each other.
Was walking with an older fella also, I think I worked for them, and was telling there I'd left to portable tanks on their chassis parked on side of the street, but had no truck to move them with.
In the dream I just pulled them there without a truck (impossible to do in real life, I'd have to be the hulk or something, but in dream it seemed normal)
It was all like by a bus stop or something, dream was constantly kind of merging with other stuff.
Greg had on a shirt, it was like NRA, or so I thought, but when asked him, they said 'Nope, it's NPR, national public radio, and I guess that's where they worked...and I found that a odd fit, when I left Pullman, I don't think Greg was a Liberal types, who knows, hard to tell at that age what anyone is.
And in these dreams, my classmates always appear as they were the last time I saw them, so Greg would of been in early 20's in this dream, or younger.
I kept trying to give them my number, but couldn't find a pen, and when did couldn't remember my own number, what a mess.
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Had lots of other dreams this previous early morning but I think that was the only classmate and or shipmate one.
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2023 3:10:55 GMT
Dreamed of being at some kind of banquet with old Pullman, WA classmates  Dreamed of being at some kind of banquet with former Pullman classmates. And Seth Donneli, the smart geek, who use to love James Bond, kept asking me personal questions that made certain other classmates uneasy until finally, maybe it was Greg J, who, while sitting down at far end of the table, where I was at, kind of pulled Seth into them as if to say 'hey man, that's enough'.
The thing about Seth Donelly, if I'm remembering their names correctly, is they never feared me, he was like a hyper smart super geek, and I think their Father was a professor, and I've known Seth at least since the middle grades, maybe before that, I forget if they're a Jefferson brat or a Franklin brat? Anyways, there were other classmates there, but can't remember who...and I think Ray Dumas made an appearance as well, but not sure in what context. ------------------------------------------------ All these decades later, and it's just odd how I still dream about my classmates as if family. But they're not, they're just people I spent my earliest years around.
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Post by Admin on Mar 13, 2023 4:15:44 GMT
'Mike Burgess', keeps appearing in my dreams for some odd reason, but does so the way they appeared in my youth.
In my dreams, my mind always remembers people as they were when I last saw them.
I think I last saw Burgess sometime in our high school years, they had moved away to Aberdeen, WA, but came back to visit
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Post by Admin on Mar 13, 2023 4:19:39 GMT
Mike Burgess is one of my longest former best friends ever, going back to like my early Albion, WA years, they stood up for me once while being racially bullied on the school bus.
After that, it was on, and we become near best friends, but they were a grade above me.
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Post by Admin on Mar 13, 2023 4:23:57 GMT
Just for reference, my best friends over the years while growing up in that area were
1. Mike Mulb ect
2. Mike Mutch
3. Mike Jennings
(Lot's of my best friends names were Mike back then)
4. Kevin G
5. Ricky S
6. Steve Lilly
7. Dan K
And a few more during my last years of school there.
One guy I left my dog with when I left...if I had stayed, we got along so well, we'd of probably gotten married if same sex marriage allowed back then...
Just kidding...where's your sense of humor.
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Post by Admin on Mar 16, 2023 3:31:59 GMT
I've been having lots of classmates dreams as of late...but haven't been jotting the details down, as such i forget what they were about, but do remember the warm fuzzy feelings I had whe reunited with classmates I grew up with from K-12.
Dreams are just odd, dreams like reset things of how they should of been rather than as they are.
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Post by Admin on May 2, 2023 12:37:18 GMT
Seth D and Craig ? were like best of friends when I grew up in Pullman, they were both smurf playing, then later on D&D playing type of geeks, and hyper smart to boot, like A+ students.
Anyways, I did dream about Craig, the sandy blonde haired one of the pair, a few nights ago.
We were at some space convention in Florida? And were just getting caught up on the past.
I remember asking them, Craig 'Do you miss the area we're from?, meaning the Pullman area, and to my surprise they were like..
'Not really', and went on to explain why.
I think when you're living a full life, and your dreams are coming true, I don't think you spend as much time looking backwards.
I think in this dream, Craig, my former classmate, was very content at where they were in life, where as I wasn't, thus explains why I kept yearning for the past and they weren't.
Like on your computer, when computer fails, you always want to go back to that 'restore point', where things were good until or right before they became bad, at least in your mind.
But ye, Craig (forget their last name) was a decent classmate, never mean to me or anything, I'm sure like most they had their opinion of me when I wasn't around, but while in their presence all they ever did was smile that geek, clever, I know something you don't know, type of smile.
I hope indeed they really are prospering.
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Post by Admin on Jun 25, 2023 2:21:48 GMT
Dreamed was on a school bus with the majority of my former classmates from Pullman High
In the dream, we were all adult and grown, yet, for some reason, on a school bus, like probably a chartered one.
And for some reason I was the only one standing in the isle, up front, and was angrily lecturing my former classmates.
I was mad at them, for ignoring me over all these years, and counting me out, as if already dead, but in the dream, I was in better shape than all of them, and I was kind of taunting them, threatening to do something to them...as in...
'Ok, you all think I'm bad, I'll show you bad'...type of stuff, but I never did anything, I was just letting out years of frustration.
But then, a former classmate of mine named 'Todd Komp', (They always reminded me of Barney Rebel from the Flinstones), but that aside, Todd Komp, in the dream, got smart with me, and had this condescending smirk on their face.
So I (and not sure how, dream mechanics don't make sense), but I pulled a lever, and they got dumped out of the bus, and hit the ground hard, I mean their head hit the ground hard, you could here the knock sound, I thought they were dead or passed out or who knows.
I sorta felt bad, after the fact.
Then either I woke up, or dream faded into another dream.
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In truth though, I've known Todd Komp since like near Kindergarden, or the 1st grade, we use to walk to school, and cut through peoples back yards, sometimes.
He was a very cool dude, I mean even though, he became apart of what was the 'cool crowd', Todd was always just a cool, humble, kind of short, whitish blonde haired cool dude.
I have no beef with the guy, not then, not now.
I, in fact, hope their in good health and doing well, even today.
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Post by Admin on Jun 26, 2023 16:18:19 GMT
Had a gob of dreams again last night, but this section is for classmate dreams, and the former friend and classmate that stood out in last nights dreams was none other than Mike Mutch, the tall one, the guitar player, the one who lived in Everett, WA with me for a while.
That aside, in the dream, which took place in some large building, like on the first floor, people scurrying to and from, like a medical center or something, or just the bottom floor of some large skyscraper building....either way, as I was leaving out of a large room area through double doors, which were pinned open, behind me comes Mike M.
Now mind you, for a while there, Mike fell into the whole 'Heavy metal' phase of youth, and so had longer hair to reflect that, but in the dream he had a normal short hair cut, and was in like a uniform, maybe a security guard or something.
And I remember that sure, he acknowledged me, but wasn't interested in really associating with me anymore, as if had moved on and didn't want to be associated with my 'weirdness'.
I wasn't mad, or upset, instead I was just happy to see that, at least on the surface, they were doing well and living a nice tidy orderly life.
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Post by Admin on Jul 22, 2023 11:02:55 GMT
Kept having dreams, as I slept, with Ricky S in them, and other long haired Pullman rocker band type classmates
Ricky Stephens, from Albion, who while in high school grew their hair out and learned the guitar and became a rocker/hippie type of guy, well, they were in a few of my dreams last night, very odd abstract type of dreams.
In one dream they were about as tall as me, and in like a black leather jacket, and drew so close to me that I felt they wanted to kiss or something.
And remember, when I dream about people, I dream of them as I last saw them, sometimes younger, but never older, for I think that's how our minds work, we can only conjure up images of people as they were, not as they would be in real time.
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Then in another dream sequence, sure, I was a part of the tough crowd, but Ricky and his rocker crowd were a part of the cultural bizarre crowd.
And well, we were at, I guess, Pullman High School, where I went to school, and in what felt like Mr. Ogden's class (They've long since retired, but had a reputation for being a very mean stern teacher)
My crew sat in the back row (just like in real life, yes, I really sat in the back row when there)
And the rockers sat up front, to the left, with their leather rocker jackets. Well, the Teacher didn't like that and had them removed from class.
Some of us objected, mainly me, and changed the teachers mind, and so left the classroom to go looking for them, and while doing so in the dream is when I ran into or across many other classmates from the past, even those a grade or two below me, and kept saying 'Hey, have you seen Ricky?, Where's Ricky?'
And none really knew.
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Had many other dreams as well, but ust saying, Ricky S seemed to be the star of last night, in my mind.
We grew up together, I've known them since grade school, they spent the night at my place many times, to many to count, there in Albion.
We had some wonderful times together, for sure.
I still often think about them, and don't even know if they're still alive or not.
I remember they moved to the Seattle area, and had a radio gig for a while, like back in the mid 90's, and when we were emailing for a while I remember they sent me some sample shows....this was back when the internet was so very young.
And they're best friend, for a while, was a guy named 'Ted'...oh the memories, that's all we seem to be left with as we age.
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Post by Admin on Jul 21, 2024 23:41:41 GMT
Haven't been writing down dreams lately.
But I do know as of late Ricky S, and Mike M, the tall one, have been in a few of my dreams lately, but can't remember the details.
They were both, at the time, two of my best friends growing up, and is why I hate 'time', is why I've come to hate 'tomorrow', cause string enough tomorrows together and you lose everything that used to matter to you.
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Post by Admin on Aug 14, 2024 15:14:08 GMT
Finally, in one of my dreams last night or early morning, one of my childhood crushes finally accepted me.
Kathy Ballweg, in this dream, finally just out and right accepted me and realized, finally, that I was OK, more than OK and we were meant for each other.
We were on a couch, just laying there clothed, and they finally and symbolically just rolled into me, facing me, and hugged and embraced me (as well as you can while laying down together on a couch), and they finally just gave me a genuine look and embrace of trust and approval.
Cool, my only thing is that it was only a dream, and came decades to late.
Heck, in real life I doubt I'd even recognize them anymore, who knows if they're even still alive.
They weren't the best looking gal or lady, to be honest, but we'd grown up together in the school system and I've had a crush on them since first I saw them at Jefferson Elementary, and that crush never ended.
If not for Steve and Carlos, who knows, they might have been my wife.
It's like fate just wanted me to be alone, forever.
I have to say fate, cause If I say 'god' than god would seem or be a very ugly entity to me.
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