Dream Diary - Special Entry, "The Healing Pain"

Dream Diary - Special Entry, "The Healing Pain"

A Chapter by dw817

Yea brother you are in pain, we all lose to time. Time takes all, yea iffen you are ready or iffen you ain't, it takes us all the same. We be friendly- like to it, or we makes it our worsen enemy.


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© March 2014 Written by David Wicker
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This will be my new main Tuesday writing and I will add a new listing of 10 of my
dreams every week as long as I can remember or am reminded to do so.

Occasionally there will be individual dreams that cover the week, like this one.


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I remember talking to a fellow I knew from work years ago, named LES, I was trying to pull down what was like a little VideoTEL from the top of a cluttered closet to work on cause I felt nutzy I hadn't worked on a computer in over several hours.

LES finished his phone conversation and asked what I wanted. I Showed him, said he had a display for it cause it didn't have a screen.

Green Screen I asked ? He nodded. I was already imagining programming in DOS with no color display and I was smiling at the prospect of difficulty.

Then I was outside the elevator, and there was a policeman, I mentioned some joke I think, about a homeless fellow, the police-man took me quite seriously and got on the elevator with me.

I was now talking to someone else in a restaurant about the man getting on the elevator with me, and the elevator jumping sideways, as if going to secret floors. And the police-man put a firm but polite hand on my shoulder as if to protect me.

I mentioned there was a small homeless teenage boy on board the elevator too and I couldn't understand why he was crying.

Just then, a tall man behind me in the back table, grabbed two funny spot on the sides of my back chest parallel and there was searing pain.

It was so painful that I couldn't move I could tell he was angry about what I was saying he told me to stop talking, I did. He pushed harder and I moaned and reached my hands behind me coaxing him to stop.

Then I heard a woman's voice and somehow saw her too though my eyes were closed, "You let him be, he doing world of healing he is boy."

The stranger pushed harder and I moaned more, then completely relaxed and let him do what he was doing. It felt like for an hour. Then he released me.

I lost all feeling in my muscles and I slid out of the chair and onto the floor like a rag doll.

The man in the elevator was some kind of police-man I remember saying as I fell.

Then I was put in some kind of bed, and there were all kinds of homeless people around me, they held strange triangular metallic beads shaking them above me and the tall man was again behind me, I could hear others making low chanting sounds all vowels no syllables, but not scary.

He said I was going to ask him some questions (not the other way around) and then I would know his wisdom. I was laying on my tummy-side, I knew that, and my head was buried face-first in a pillow, cheap, like you get when you are waiting to see the doctor.

I didn't so much feel him as felt him, as if I were very gently rotating onto the back of my chest, and then realized it was the tall gentleman pushing onto the sides of my chest in what seemed like the same areas, but it was like I was seeing a white light and feeling like I was rotating and it felt wonderful, though I realized I was not actually rotating at all.

I tried to open my eyes and his voice was low like the roar of an ocean, "Don't see, boy. Feel."

Then he asked me what my name was, I remember speaking though my lips didn't move and there was no air to my breath. I tried to ask him what his name was, but felt as if I would lose consciousness each time I asked, there was a lull in the storm.

I finally painfully had a glimmer of strangeness in my brain and I said, "You are me, also David."

Then he asked what pain I was carrying, I mentioned my Dad and his Parkinson's, he stopped massaging the sides of my chest, and took a hard thumb and trailed it down the middle of my back pushing even harder.

He spoke in a voice that could only be described as thrilling yet frightening from it's deepness:

"Yea brother you are in pain, we all lose to time.

Time takes all, yea iffen you are ready or iffen you ain't, it takes us all the same.  We be friendly- like to it, or we makes it our worsen enemy.

Time it no care, it takes us all-en the same.

You are alone brother David, you chosing to be alone and you is causing it.

It was then that I woke up and I ran downstairs to write out this dream.

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You should go back onto the DreamMoods site. Do you ever talk to your shrink about your Dad?

Posted 7 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


7 Years Ago

That's too bad. :(

7 Years Ago

Still, there are friends I see during the week, I get out and bicycle, do shopping, so my life isn't.. read more

7 Years Ago

Well, that's good.
Hey! It's been a while since I last reviewed a work of yours. Anyway, this is another great writing. It seems like your dream tells you to stop taking things by yourself only. ^^

Posted 7 Years Ago

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7 Years Ago

Possibly - though I've always been a loner in life.

The last joint project I remember w.. read more

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