I've often wondered if, when my time truly DOES come, it will feel the same way it did in my dream. I suppose I'll just have to wait and see. 

Somehow, I could see her face and I awoke. She thought an Indian spirit was channeling through me. I don't know what to think about it all.

This is a strange incident but not a dream. One night I was listening to Mick Ronson...."Slaughter On Tenth Avenue" with my wife. We just decided to put him on for some reason or other. We weren't listening to music of this style at the time but, remembered Mick Ronson from the Bowie days. I placed the album on the turntable and as it played, we talked all about his guitar playing on the early Bowie albums and his arrangements for 'Life On Mars". Suddenly, the turntable stopped. The sound of the recording slowly coming to a stop. The turntable was fried and as I checked it, the phone rang. My wife picked up the phone and it was her sister. She said the reason she called was to tell us that Mick Ronson died.

I think I have an unhealthy relationship with the internet.

 

 

 

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I dreamt this when I was maybe 6 or 7. I was at the beach, but there was nobody else there besides me. It was cloudy and grey. And out in the water is a bunch of statues, the water isn't very deep and only reaches their ankles or so. I have never been so terrified in my life. It stands out as the scariest moment of my life still, and it was only a dream. I've often thought that if I ever make a movie, I have to include this dream somehow.

2: 

Two men in suits (one of which is me) are walking on a stony beach, meaning that there are like, round rocks instead of sand. They're walking along and suddenly they stop and look at a big flat rock that stands up on it's own. Suddenly a bunch of beetles starts running around in a line over the rock. And then out of nowhere, an attractive young woman leaps along and spits at the beetles. The beetles stop for a moment and then continue running around. This dream has fascinated me since the moment I dreamt it about two years ago or so.

3:

I dreamt this last week I think. I had bought a videogame and when I got it home the disc was broken and I couldn't play it. I then spent what seemed like an eternity trying to find the receipt for the game, but I couldn't find it. It was very stressful. Then the dream sort of leapt and I was back in the store where I bought the game, now with some friends of mine. I don't think we did anything in the store but that part of the dream is blurry. When it was time to go home, one of my friends was driving, and he was a terrible driver. I spent the enitre ride shouting at him to be more careful and look at the road, which my friends found very amusing. I was very angry. 

This one was on the other dream thread: I was in a fistfight with the gasmask guy on the cover of Steven Wilson's Insurgentes.

One time, I dreamt that I was sitting on the couch watching TV. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was a 7 foot tall bottle of Sprite with legs. He then began to yell at me for drinking his family to death. He then threw in the back of a green van and the van drove on for about half an hour. I was in a huge desert which had a red sky. Before me was a giant Sprite bottle about a hundred feet tall. 6 or 7 other Sprite bottles the same size as the one who stole me from my home grabbed me and chained me up. They put me before a judge bottle. He sentenced me to death for over 600 counts of Sprite murder. The death was having my head unscrewed and the giant bottle drinking my insides. Luckily I woke up before that. I never drank Sprite again for about a week or so.

I also once had a dream where John Myung kept sending me death threats in the mail.