Dream diary update. My dreams lately have been pretty boring. So I decided to go through a dry period of 2 or 3 weeks in the dream diary. From what I remember of them I spend hours arranging inanimate objects in my dream environment or perhaps attempt to solve a minor detective mystery. While there have been some adult elements, a few sex dreams, and one or two gender bender dreams, I felt they were nothing to write here about. I suppose I did have an odd gender bender sex dream where I was a female conjoined to the male in a set of conjoined twins. The three-way I had in that sex dream was disturbing and bizarre, especially when we started turning hermaphrodite.
On Sat March 10 I fell asleep on the couch watching horror movies. I had several dreams about losing my soul and traveling in Hell. When I woke up alone. The wind blew a living room window out and a female silhouette appeared in our curtains curling her finger at me. The cats were so scared that all 3 of them immediately dashed out of the house. I didn't react to this occurrence except with mild curiosity and annoyance having seen ghosts and poltergeists before. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand out a little bit. I did what I usually do with ghosts, I laughed and thought murderous thoughts at her until she went away. The next morning when I heard about the Afghan massacre by US staff sergeant
Robert Bales, I realized 2 things about my nocturnal visitor. First that the silhouette did look like the torso image of a woman in
chaadaree or mandated Taliban coverings. Second that it happened during a freak wind gust about an hour after the estimated time of the massacre. I found this coincidence mildly astounding at the time, but I told myself that it was all conjecture and took a couple steps back. That's what I usually do after a ghost encounter, though I can never forget getting beaten by a poltergeist in New Orleans back in 1990. He used the neighbors' antique ivory-handled umbrella to beat me down the stairs of our garden district apartment and into the old concrete pool. I couldn't see him, just an ivory-handle umbrella swinging around above hitting me. That's what I usually think back to when I encounter a ghost. That they aren't always insubstantial. I almost didn't write about this in the dream diary, but I realized I eventually would a week later.
About a week ago on the night of Tuesday March 20 I had several dreams about strong women going through a Black Swan-like transformation.
By Wednesday morning I thought it odd that I should have dreamed about strong women for 10 hours until I realized that The Hunger Games was ad blitzing images of a murderous Jennifer Lawrence on my network tv prior to its premiere.
Just now I had a nice dream about being watched over by an angel with black raven wings. Standard dream stuff.
I was mildly surprised when I awoke and no cats were curled up around me, but when I called out softly they came out. My biggest tom Smoky cat was squalling like a raccoon had tried to get in during the night.
