dreams?

[silvercrank]

a recurring dream, what, of him actually dying? or just about his death?


i've decided to share my dreams with you guys. i had them in the middle of february. they are so subjective, but oh well. even if its my ind fooling me whatever, it was nice o have these dreams. they were the most vivid ones i've had in a while, and they were very soothing when i had them..well, the 2nd dream made me uneasy, but within the dream, when i was aroud dave, i was so comfortable. he definetly left me with some peace of mind about him and wherever he is now.


dream 1 (feb 21, Tuesday morning):
i was sick again that day and i kept having a terrible sleep so i kept waking up on and off again and i woke up around like 6 am, and finally fell asleep like a few minutes later.
when i was in this dream i was meandering through this big whitish, multileveled building that was like a combination of jam-rooms on one part of the building, and then farther down was this like big huge sam goody/Newbury comics record store type of place. i remember they had a lot of natural light in there (big windows everywhere) and when i was on my way to the cd store i had to go through a number of hallways and pass thru one jam room.

in this jam room were 2 musicians, a guitarist and a drummer. they were facing me, with their backs to the windows and they were deeply discussing some riff or how to reconfigure some part of the song with this guy who was standing in front of the, i couldn't see his face, just his figure and the side of his face. i distinctly remember thinking 'oh look its David' (without that "oh my god its DAVID!!! type of thinking" it was just like, 'oh that guy' sort of normal familiarity thing).

anyway, after i walk across the room, i open the door and enter thru this 'relatively secret' door to the cd store. it is HUUUGE it has everything, DVDs, cds, magazine, records, merchandise, i mean i could of had a field day here, but i digress...
i go into the middle of the store where they have these modern bench-y-like snuggly niche-y black chairs which are somehow built-into this like listening-device station so you can preview tracks. i put the headset on and flip through a couple of magazines, and for some reason, (i have never ever been aware of doing this before in a dream ever) i consciously close my eyes, and ask (trust me, it sounds retarded i don?t know why i asked it) "Dave, how come you never talk to me?"

at this point i start to become slightly more lucid and I'm feeling the dream a bit more. while i finish asking the question i feel like someone is standing beside me and i open my eyes and look up. there with a grin on his face was Dave, and i was like "oh, hey!" (it was weird, we were talking telepathically...our mouths were moving, but it was definitely communication-by-thought) ---that?s why i think this dream is kind of very very unusual.

we go and look over at some cds and I?m asking him about music and god lives underwater and we're just chilling talking like any two ordinary people and now i really 'come-to" in the dream and i realize "IM #### TALKING TO DAVID!!"

it was in this moment his eyes sort of bugged out (cuz remember we're talking by thought) and he realized that i realized who he was, and I just JUMPED at his arm, and i said (i cant believe i said it) "David, please please please don't die" and he had this kind of soft _expression and just said "Hilary, you know i cannot change the way things are" and he swiftly, but not rudely, changed the subject to something brighter and so we started talking, but within that transition, i picked up the feeling from him that, the moment we shared was not meant to leave behind a sad memory, but a positive one. ( I HAVE NEVER HAD A DREAM WHERE I HAD SO MANY PRE-THOUGHT OUT EMOTIONAL IMPRESSIONS THATS WHY I THINK THIS DREAM IS DIFFERENT!!!)

i also got the impression from him, that not only was that critical just for memory's sake, but because "time was running short" as he thought/said.
for some reason, i thought if we ran over to the jam rooms somehow this would extend our time, that i could 'ask him' more of the questions since i became that much more lucid, and that he could be hidden away from 'them' a bit more. i grabbed his wrist and tugged him along, and i was like "c'mon don?t worry", and he thought/said, "you can try it, but its not going to work". so i did and i said "well im trying it, dont worry!!!", and the last thought was "wait, but i have something to say to you". i vividly remember the look on his face. he was just like trying so fast to say it, but the dream cut off. and thats when i woke up.

dream #2 - friday feb 24:
I?m walking into a big foreboding skyscraper. ouside it is a dark crisp spring night. the skyscraper is dark and the shiny one way windows give me no clue to whats inside. think the colors of the matrix: shiny black, dingy green, hissing disturbing flickering fluorescent lights. like industrial on crack or something...

i remember being dressed in all black. i walk past this security guard, with some man following behind me. i point this out to the security guard and the man disappears. the security guard asks me why i am in here so late. (it felt like 11pm or something it was pitch black out and breezy). i tell him i left my purse up in one of the offices and i needed to get it. so he points me out to the elevators and i whisk my way up through this really evil-feeling creepy flickery-lighted building.
as i walk out of the elevator, somehow i find my way into a small square office. there is a black fan on the left hand size of a window on what appears to be a small baby-grand piano. there is two huge windows with a fan nearby on top of the piano. the fan is black too, so isnt the trim or the windows and door, the furniture is all black to. the walls are that dim neon lime/minty green, and the lights are really buzzing and flickering in here too.

i see all these pages of paper rustling around in the wind on the desk, Im looking around, since apparently someone is there but i cant see who, and i go to sit in one of the guest chairs and get my purse, i look up and there is David in a button-down shirt and tie behind the desk busily and anxiously looking around for something, like he's in a rush, i cant tell what, but he just gives me this look like 'what are you doing here? I'm busy working" (he might have actually said this but i dont remember if we were thought-comminicating with me again) or something with the impression that i was irritating him for being there. so i calmly just said like i didn?t notice his tone, "oh i forgot my purse, that's all" , and i remember leaving.



what do you think i should make of these two?

[gthesob]

I think you guys are warping me (further than I already am) because I had a DR related dream last night. What was it about? Hell if I know. I usually forget all my dreams.

[silvercrank]

dreams are us tapping into some kind of collective (un?-)consciousness. dont remember what you think it means but how you felt, what came across. dreams are bad for logic but good for emotional understandings and such. if dave wants to communicate no doubt he will make himself known, and it all just depends on whose open enough to listen.

maybe we should all be paying attention.

[silvercrank]

any more interpretations?