Dream Diary - Special Entry, "The Healing Pain"

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Dream Diary     Want to read this in a different language ? Change the TO field to your own country and click the TRANSLATE button after going HERE. Press CTRL = (equals) to increase the page size and CTRL - (minus) to decrease the page size THE DREAM DIARY © March 2014 Written by David Wicker Please do not reprint without permission 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. [ CHOOSE A DIFFERENT SET ] * * * This entry is Rated: EVERYONE THE HEALING PAIN 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. Return back HOME   You are Earth Visitor #

Reviews

[RealistMe]

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

[dw817]

I did Realist and got back this,
To see a shaman in your dream symbolizes a spiritual messenger or guide. The shaman is a variation of the "wise old man", an archetypal figure who represents superior knowledge, wisdom and insight. Alternatively, the dream suggests that you need to turn your negative energy into something positive.

As for the elevator moving sideways,
To dream that the elevator is moving sideways means that your efforts are counterproductive. You are going nowhere in your work, relationship or other situation.

Not very positive that. :/

[RealistMe]

So, basically it's saying that you're dealing with a lot of negativity and need to channel more positive energy.

[dw817]

That's what it's saying. I'm - not sure what the negativity is, however. My days are simple, carefree, and not worrisome.

[RealistMe]

Hmm. Maybe it's something subconscious.

[dw817]

Subconsciously, my dreams are as busy as beavers. It may have something to do with the Seroquel. Everyone I've talked to who is taking it says their dreams are lurid, vivid, and sometimes painful.

[RealistMe]

That doesn't sound like something positive.

[dw817]

No, but I need to take it daily or the demons really tear into me at night.

[RealistMe]

I still say you're seeing things, that really are there.

[dw817]

You've seen Caldera, right ?
http://bit.ly/1fMKzB1
It's a lot like that. If I don't take my meds, the demons get at me.

[RealistMe]

It's a miserable life to be dependent on medication. I stopped taking anti-depressants in high school for the little time I was on it. It made me zombied out and I couldn't be productive. I already take allergy/sinus and thyroid medication as it is. I would love to not be on anything. I've been through some of the worst things in my life, but I've managed to cope all these years without needing anti-depressants.

[dw817]

Well I'd like to. I tried manually to quit Seroquel but, it just wasn't good. The demons would tear at me at night and I got no sleep. The following days my eyes were bloodshot, I couldn't think clearly, and constantly heard a screaming in my ears.

The last time I went off my anti-psychotics I wound up in the mental ward again.

I have a schizoaffective disorder. I also have a variation of Kallman's Disorder. Not the best lot in life I know but I'm here. :)

[RealistMe]

That's too bad. :(

[dw817]

Still, there are friends I see during the week, I get out and bicycle, do shopping, so my life isn't over completely. I think I still have a few good years left. :7

[RealistMe]

Well, that's good.

[Prime]

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. ^^

[dw817]

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

The last joint project I remember was when Chris helped me with an Online game called Vampire Hunter. It was for BBSs so it won't run today.

But at the time we were equally contributing code and ideas for the board I ran, Doomsday BBS. It was nice to have a programming friend. :)