Multiple Me's Dream

This morning I had a rather unusual dream. I dreamed that I was in a larger than usual two-man prison cell alone. I decided in the dream to masterbate to a fantasy of being used by other inmates (something I used to fantasize about often when I was in prison years ago). So I pulled down my pants and layed down on a bunk in the cell on my stomach, and began my fantasy (which usually began with me seducing the other inmates by letting them see me naked). Then suddenly I heard a guard coming. So I jumped up and pulled up my pants... or at least one of me did. When I looked back at the bunk, I was still laying there! Only now I was completely naked, waiting to be used. The guard came into the cell as I was whispering desperately to my other naked self to “get up!”. But the guard, a female, walked in and saw both of us, me standing fully clothed and me laying on the bunk naked, at the same time. But she could not see who the naked man on the bunk was because he had long hair (which in the dream I thought how strange it was that my hair had grown so quickly – because in real life right now my hair is only crew-cut length), so she clearly thought we were having sex, a prison rule violation. But I told her it was “Just me” on the bunk as I slapped the other me on the ass to get him to look up so she could see his face. Once she saw that it was in fact just me, I pointed out to her that there were no rules against masterbating (except I was not using words, and the true meaning of what I “said” to her was more like, “having sex with myself”, though it also meant “masterbating” at the same time). She agreed, and then left, apparently satisfied that no rules were being violated. I only remember one other time that I dreamed of multiple “me's”. And in that one other dream there were four me's! Two me's, one a young man, and the other a young boy, were playing on a lake dock together, and in the water, while an older, middle age me-me (the one who was having the dream) watched them from a near-by hill, while a much wiser and disembodied-me “stood” behind me-me. I asked (again without using words) the disembodied-me what I could do to “help the boy” (refering to the boy-me on the dock), and the disembodied-me replied, “He needs to know he is forgiven/loved” (again not with words, so “forgiven/loved” is the closest I can come to what was actually said. Actually, an even more correct term would be, “unconditionally forgiven/loved”, but of course in the dream all of this was expressed with just one word that seemed to be “forgiven”). Both of these multiple-me's dreams seem to have important messages from me to me. Is that weird or what?

Coincidental Dream?

I frequently have dreams that mysteriously seem to correspond to things I see in the media the following day. Last night I dreamed that I was in a police evidence room where several shelves contained opened boxes of strawberry shortcakes that the employees would eat, even though they weren't supposed to. In todays newspaper, the “Dennis the Menace” cartoon showed Dennis' mom serving him a slice of strawberry shortcake. Coincidence? Well, even though this kind of “coincidence” seems to occur to me often, I still tend to dismiss it as just that, a coincidence. But today the coincidence was just a little stronger that usual; the shortcake in the Dennis comic showed the strawberries sandwiched between two cakes, exactly like in my dream! Strange? Well, consider this: when I normally think of strawberry shortcake I always expect the strawberries to be on TOP of the cake. In fact, I cannot remember ever seeing shortcake with the strawberries in the middle, until today, in my dream, and in the Dennis comic. Still coincidence?

P.S. In the same paper was a “Pardon My Planet” comic that seemed to coincidentally correspond to my recent “Pencil in my Eye” blog post about a world full of one eyed people with no depth perception: In the cartoon a woman says to her boyfriend, “Sure, Gandhi said, 'An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.' I think instead that the loss of depth perception would make it really hard to shoot each other anymore.” I never knew Gandhi ever made such a statement, but I agree with him, not her (she was just being silly, but the coincidence is unmistakable – Carl Jung calls this “synchronicity”.)

Desert Decisions Dream

I dreamed last night that I was driving down the street toward the house I lived in as a kid at Ft. Lewis, Washington, on “Davis Hill” (an NCO housing area), but the street unexpectedly continued past where my house should have been (and for some reason the road was made of bricks, or cobblestone, instead of pavement). So I stopped at some sort of government information center to ask for directions. I told the person inside the info-center that I was looking for the house where I lived as a child at “8513 Lawndale” (which was where I lived after Ft. Lewis, in what is now Lakewood, WA. I don't remember the actual street name for Davis Hill). The official said he recognized the address and that it was nearby. He pulled out some maps to show me and began marking streets with a marker. I remember looking at the maps and seeing what they looked like. But, nothing I saw was familiar to me. The man marking the map ended up tracing far more streets than it should have taken me to find my old house. Then he gave me the map along with this curious instruction: “Follow the lines, especially in the desert, that's where the new decisions need to be made.” (The “decisions” were new roads on the map)