Dream Journal
December 21, 2001
I’m with Jeff in a supermarket, but it’s not really Jeff. I am desperately trying to win friends to my cause. “This is a dream,” I say. “If I can make things appear, will you believe me?” He seems doubtful but agrees. I hold out my hand. A stripe of yellow with brown splotches appears, then a banana takes shape. First it’s short and pickle-like, then it elongates. Then Jeff challenges me to create his kitchen. “It has to be something I can picture,” I say, “but maybe I can read it from your mind. In fact, I know I’m capable, I’ve just never done it before. Let’s try.” I hold my palm up by his head and close my eyes, focusing on projecting into an open area of the grocery store. The images are unclear, dark. For a moment he sees something familiar. Then it shifts, switches. I give up on it.
Mistaken People and Places: There was a scene I left out preceding this with Jeff’s dad and my mom that clearly got mistakenly tied into this scene.
Perhaps it’s someone who is meant to have the equivalent emotional relationship as Jeff, but I’m not fully projecting Jeff’s face onto him.
Forming a Banana: I’m confident that I can create a banana, but an image from someone else’s mind was too much for me. I’m surprised I even got it to work a little.
Expanding Into Being: It’s interesting how the banana takes shape. It’s not often I’ve seen a thought form come into being like that.
Shadowy Beginnings: Unable to get a lock on what I’m creating, I only manage to create a dark, unclear form before losing it.