Dream Girl

Dear Peregrin,

For the past few nights, I have been having dreams with a girl (possibly a girlfriend) in them. I can't recognize who the girl is and she never speaks, but we are always in a girlfriend/boyfriend situation. In the most recent dream, last night, I was with my family driving up north to go camping and she was with us. We were all talking in the car, the two of us in the back seat with her in the middle and my 12yr old brother on the far side, and when she leaned forward to get something off the floor, I reached behind her to wrap my arm around her stomach, pulling her closer to me. That is when I awoke from the dream. I can't remember the past two night's dreams with her in them, but they are the only dreams I have had in a while. Like I said, for the past three nights, 'she' has been in my dreams and I don't even know who it is.

For a little background, an old friend and myself had been testing to waters to see if we wanted to date, and that ended with her ex-boyfriend coming back into the picture. I don't know if that has anything to do with the dreams or not. But I do know that in the dreams this 'girl' is exactly the type of girl I picture myself dating. She is just what I am looking for (only not in a dream). Thank you for whatever you can make of this dream.

Justin

On the Balcony

Hi Peregrin

I am standing on a large white stone balcony over looking a sea inlet or large lake. I can see mountain ranges to left and right of the water. In the foreground lush green foliage is dancing in the warm scented breeze. This is a place of much beauty and I feel contentment and peace here. Standing before me on the balcony, two men are facing each other with less than a foot between them in length. I sense these men feel no animosity towards each other.

The older man is Caucasian with long flowing white hair. He is wearing a long white flowing gown. The younger man is a middle aged Negroid. His hair is closely shorn. He is bare-chested and is wearing some sort of animal skin round his lower torso. Both men are the same height. I have feelings of comfort with both men.

The older man informed the younger man, "I pass her over to you, but you must look after her and not hurt her."

I wake up feeling a great sense of relief.

I thank you for you time and attention.

Sweet dreams,

Sophia

Inner Child

Dear Peregrin,

In the past few years I have become aware of a number of inner personalities. One of them, I call Janny, started out being a "bully". Slowly, as I got to know him, he changed into a very lonely little boy, who may have been sexually molested between ages 4 and 6 (there is no real proof of this event/s.) He seems to respond to cuddling and hugging a great deal. I had a dream last week in which I was holding and massaging him. Slowly his genetalia became a woman's I have no idea what to make of this, for him or me.

Willi

Teaching My Kids

Good morning, Dreamers.

I'm going to try something different here at DreamWalker: Occasionally, I will allow my readers to take a crack at translating on of my dream. Just click on the "comments", or open an email, and fire away!

Pleasant dreams,

Peregrin

Drugged KoolAid

Dear Peregrin,

I woke from a strange dream that I couldn't forget about or put aside, so I thought I'd put it to print and see what you thought about it.

In my dream, my family and I were moving into a new house. Nothing really strange about that, except that during the process, my father died. (My father had been dead for several years now). I think because we were moving etc. that funeral and burial arrangements were put off for some reason. The other thing was that there was my grandmother too. She was dead, but had been dead for years. I am not sure why she was there. We had them each laid out on a table, like in a morgue but they were in the house.

They kept moving around and trying to wake up like. Trying to say something, trying to look around etc. I was aware of this, and would go over and hold them against the tables they were on. They were no threat, but I wished they would just stay quiet and still like dead people were supposed to do. I also knew that they were starting to deteriate, and that was gross to me. I didn't want to have to be touching them.

I talked to my mother about it and she said that they had made arrangements to bury them finally, and that it would not be long now. They were to be burried in the back yard of the new place. I threw a fit about that. For some reason, I did not want graves to be in the back yard of this new place.

I tired of arguing with my mother about it, went to sit on the back porch with my other sibs. While sitting there, a young man walked around from the side of the house, and I made him go to the front of the house and knock on the front door. I explained to him that if he met our mother and she let him in, that he could walk through the house and come out here with us, but that he first had to pass my mothers inspection. Sure enough in a few moments, he came through the back door onto the porch with us.

Sitting there, I noticed a tree with a tree house in it, and I climbed up there, and found in the tree house a small box, kind of like a cigar box. I was curious, and opened it up. I found crayons, a spoon, a plastic bag with sugar crystals in it, candles, six dollars, and some other odd items. I figured that the spoon and sugar were the remains of some kids koolaid making items from his school lunch. I took some of the crystals out of the bag and placed them in my cheek. They did not taste sweet though. I kept sucking on it thinking that it would something must be wrong with my taste, but finally, I figured that it was not going to taste like sugar, and it may not even be sugar after all. I spit it out.

I was sitting in the tree house looking down at the ground, and was still spitting because the taste was still in my mouth. I noticed that my spit had taken on the consistancy of mercury... thick and slow moving, bouncing off branches on it's way down, jiggling and wiggling but staying together.

It then hit me that I was drugged, and that the crystals must have been crack cocain. I also remembered seeing that the kid had written on the lid of the box. "I love my coke". Niave as I am , I thought it meant cola.

I started calling to my sister and her new friend to help me down out of the tree. I wanted to take these things to the authorities. I knew there were things in the box that would identify the kid that it belonged to.

I woke up from this dream while on my way down from the tree.

As a last note, in the dream, I was not a child, nor was I the age I am now. I was probably in my late teens.

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Thanks,

Linda

Grammie Rose

Dear Peregrin,

I have experienced a recurring dream for many years.

I am dreaming that I am in bed asleep, and my Grandmother [who died 2 yrs before my birth] through thoughts is asking me to let her in to my soul. I reply to her though telepathy that "I love my Gramma Rosie very much and any love and guidance she could offer now would be honored. She again asks to come in . I tell her she may not cross over but I am here to communicate with any time. She again asks to come in. I tell her no [ I feel by now that this is not my Grandmother.] She asks again I tell her to go away she is trying to trick me.

Then I awake from my dream in the dream to what appears to be aliens around my bed wondering if I am going to be okay and if I will remember. Through this dream, in my consious state I am trying everything I can to wake. I have a feeling of being very scared. I am trying to flee something. I have woken on one occasion with self inflicted scratch marks down my arms.

These dreams occur during the happiest times of my life........I am totally confused about this. Evey time I dream this dream I remember a little more.

Tyler

Evil Little Boy

Dear Peregrin,

I thought I might write down a dream I had some tyme ago. Things were getting a little slow so you all might enjoy this one. It is from the night of May 14, 1992. The following is a quote from my Dream Journal.

"I had a nightmare. I was staying with someone in a roomy place. I do not know if it was an apartment or a house. I went for a job through the complex so it must have been an aprtment. I started jogging from my stairs to the first turn and it was night. When I rounded the corner it was late morning. I felt very tired so I thought I had been running all night but I could not remember. There was this pond and it was stormcast so it appeared the silvery pond color. There was grass around and I ventured from the path out of curiousity. I was curious to see what was really out there. I met a little boy about nine years old. He called himself Karen. He had pitch black hair and black eyes.

He called to me and said that I was like the storm. I said that was my name. He looked at the sky and said that all storms live their day and come to pass, and no one remembers them but for how violent they were. I said that his meaning eluded me even though I do not think it did. He said that he thought it meant that people only remember the bad parts of storms. I asked him why he said this and he answered that he didn't know and that he remembered it from a poem. I was not inclined to believe him and then he smiled and evil smile.

I saw a car with my parents in it. The car was storm gray my favorite color. They were on the lane that lead to a parking section near us. They got out and called to me and asked me to come with them. I was intrigued with Karen so I asked if he would be here long. My parents were calling louder and I thought they were being rude. Karen said he was leaving soon and that I should go to my parents if I was inclined. I decided to go with him. He told me places are not as they seem and asked me where I was. He was quite intelligent for a nine year old. I told him that we were in an apartment complex. He gave me a patronizing look. I said okay then I am dreaming so this I could be anywhere and this could be anything. He commended my answer. He said each apartment was someone's dream; the reason I did not have an apartment was because I was sharing/using someone else's dream. I told him he was smart for a nine year old but he was gone.

I was in a lavish room with a lady working on a computer. She wore a crimson velevt robe. When I went into the next room I met a man exitting from a steam bath with a crimson robe. I was so afraid that I ran and the woman stopped me. She said she knew I was afraid but that if I must give the gold, if I do so and stay indoors he will not harm me. She then removed two gold coins from her robe and said for me to give it to him. I ran outside.

Two people ran into me and tried to give the woman their money. I ran across a playground when a vampire came for me. He was mostly bat, and I knew it was the man from the steam bath. We struggled for a moment and then I was in a house alone. I knew he had not bitten me and I was terribly afraid. Dani and Steve [The friends I was living with at the tyme] lived next door and Dani came out to see me. It was still dusk or dawn and I yelled through closed windows for her to go back inside. I prayed that the Gods would keep her safe and she was. Outside there was children playing on a giant copper green and rusted windchime. I looked for Karen but I did not see him. I tried to call Steve but I kept misdialing [Note to Moderator: The following number is fictional and was only a product of Dream] 356 or 361 when the number was 561 6086. I finally got through to him with a bad connection, there was a busy signal in the background. Steve said it was appropriate.

After some tyme Dani came inside the house. There was a long, impossibly long, dog in front of the house with ten legs and a cow pattern coat. The front legs were normal, the middle strange with two useless legs in each socket, and then normal rear legs. Dani was about to let it in and I screamed to her not to because the dog was evil. Dani said I was under stress and should relax, she let the dog in.

Then I saw a lady in the house that was hysterical, she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was heavy set and wore a beige shirt and white pants. The dog was compacted, his boney body was a squashed w. He did not look comfortable but he was catatonic. Dani asked me why I was staring at the dog and to come help her. When started walking the woman slapped my left foot and shouted Shoo cat Shoo! I told Dani she was hurt me and Dani said that she knew the woman and to just go along with it. The woman grabbed my foot and I fell. She was going to bite into my calf but instead pushed her teeth against me. Dani was laughing, she said I was so amusing when I was scared. I forced myself awake."

So what's your input?

Storm Wolf