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Another Bicycle Dream
Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations...
Bicycling along the coast on a beautiful paved trail. It's sunny and warm, I'm singing, and both my voice and my legs feel strong. The trail starts to peter out because we are getting close to the US/Canada border. I can see the road through the trees -- the border is heavily fortified at the road crossing. However, there is no one here on the bicycle end of things -- it's just that the trail comes to an end. The terrain is rugged, with steep slopes, basalt cliffs, and sturdy trees. At this point I am with a companion (identify unknown), and we use ropes to climb the cliff where the trail stops. Our plan is to try to cross the border through the forest, where we hope we can sneak through without being discovered. We scramble to the top of the cliff, and almost inevitably, we are caught. We are taken to a detention center. My captors invite me to take a five hour nap on a bunk, which I decline -- I have a fear that this would be a fatal mistake. Instead, I demand to see Ryan Cousineau, an influential Canadian who I think would be sympathetic to my cause. In the confusion and chaos that this demand creates, my companion attempts an escape, which is unsuccessful. He is taken away for punishment. Further, three other prisoners will be punished as a demonstration. Although they are supposedly randomly selected, I am one of the ones chosen. I know I'm being selected because it will further the emotional pain of my companion to know that I am suffering on his account. With the other prisoners and my companion, I am taken to another room for excution. I am prepped for lethal injection. I think to myself that I should be frightened, but I am not. I mentally recite a prayer, "Yiheyu l'ratzon imre-fi v'hegeyon libi l'faneka Adonai tzuri v'goali" * and then pause, to see if words actually do come spontaneously out of my mouth. However, there is nothing but silence. They stick the needle in my arm, and I can feel something cold flowing through my veins. I think, "I am going to die" -- and then wake up. Warm Regards, Claire Petersky Please replace earthlink for mouse-potato and .net for .com Home of the meditative cyclist: http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm See the books I've set free at: http://bookcrossing.com/referral/Cpetersky * This is not the traditional prayer said before death, which is supposed to be the Sh'ma. Rather, this is the one traditionally translated as: "May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable unto Thee O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer" |
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Another Bicycle Dream
Claire Petersky wrote:
Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations... Bicycling along the coast on a beautiful paved trail. It's sunny and warm, I'm singing, and both my voice and my legs feel strong. The trail starts to peter out because we are getting close to the US/Canada border. I can see the road through the trees -- the border is heavily fortified at the road crossing. However, there is no one here on the bicycle end of things -- it's just that the trail comes to an end. The terrain is rugged, with steep slopes, basalt cliffs, and sturdy trees. At this point I am with a companion (identify unknown), and we use ropes to climb the cliff where the trail stops. Our plan is to try to cross the border through the forest, where we hope we can sneak through without being discovered. We scramble to the top of the cliff, and almost inevitably, we are caught. We are taken to a detention center. My captors invite me to take a five hour nap on a bunk, which I decline -- I have a fear that this would be a fatal mistake. Instead, I demand to see Ryan Cousineau, an influential Canadian who I think would be sympathetic to my cause. In the confusion and chaos that this demand creates, my companion attempts an escape, which is unsuccessful. He is taken away for punishment. Further, three other prisoners will be punished as a demonstration. Although they are supposedly randomly selected, I am one of the ones chosen. I know I'm being selected because it will further the emotional pain of my companion to know that I am suffering on his account. With the other prisoners and my companion, I am taken to another room for excution. I am prepped for lethal injection. I think to myself that I should be frightened, but I am not. I mentally recite a prayer, "Yiheyu l'ratzon imre-fi v'hegeyon libi l'faneka Adonai tzuri v'goali" * and then pause, to see if words actually do come spontaneously out of my mouth. However, there is nothing but silence. They stick the needle in my arm, and I can feel something cold flowing through my veins. I think, "I am going to die" -- and then wake up. Penis envy. Bill "I'm aFreud so" S. |
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Claire Petersky wrote:
Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations... Certainly a lot more interesting than mine have been. Of course, having a threesome with Britney Spears and Natali Gulbis isn't anything to sneeze at either. I think it's time for another nap. :-D Regards, H. |
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"Claire Petersky" wrote in message
om... Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations... ... I demand to see Ryan Cousineau, an influential Canadian who I think would be sympathetic to my cause. ... three other prisoners will be punished as a demonstration. .... I am prepped for lethal injection. I think to myself that I should be frightened, but I am not. I mentally recite a prayer, "Yiheyu l'ratzon imre-fi v'hegeyon libi l'faneka Adonai tzuri v'goali" * and then pause, to see if words actually do come spontaneously out of my mouth. However, there is nothing but silence. They stick the needle in my arm, and I can feel something cold flowing through my veins. I think, "I am going to die" -- and then wake up. I've sometimes wondered about this. Some people die in their sleep. Do they have dreams like "I am going to die" -- and then not wake up? * This is not the traditional prayer said before death, which is supposed to be the Sh'ma. Rather, this is the one traditionally translated as: "May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable unto Thee O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer" This is likely from one of the Psalms, as this is a Christian prayer as well. As far as the dream itself goes, there are similarities to recent traumatic events in your life (meeting Ryan Cousineau) and traumatic events you have seen in the news (Americans taken hostage in Iraq, and Americans treating Iraqi prisoners horribly). I'd prescribe "no evening news" for a while. -- --- Mike Kruger Blog: http://journals.aol.com/mikekr/ZbicyclistsZlog/ |
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" S o r n i" wrote:
Claire Petersky wrote: Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations... snip However, there is nothing but silence. They stick the needle in my arm, and I can feel something cold flowing through my veins. I think, "I am going to die" -- and then wake up. Penis envy. My vote is for too many tacos, too late, for supper. BTW, why WERE you "sneaking into Canada" anyway? .... and FWIW, anyone who gets caught "sneaking into Canada" probably won't last long in the real world. ;-) Mark "I swam into Canada once" Hickey Habanero Cycles http://www.habcycles.com Home of the $695 ti frame |
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OT: Another Bicycle Dream interpretation
"Claire Petersky" wrote in message om... Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations... With the other prisoners and my companion, I am taken to another room for excution. I am prepped for lethal injection. I think to myself that I should be frightened, but I am not. I mentally recite a prayer, "Yiheyu l'ratzon imre-fi v'hegeyon libi l'faneka Adonai tzuri v'goali" * and then pause, to see if words actually do come spontaneously out of my mouth. However, there is nothing but silence. They stick the needle in my arm, and I can feel something cold flowing through my veins. I think, "I am going to die" -- and then wake up. Warm Regards, Claire Petersky Please replace earthlink for mouse-potato and .net for .com Home of the meditative cyclist: http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm See the books I've set free at: http://bookcrossing.com/referral/Cpetersky * This is not the traditional prayer said before death, which is supposed to be the Sh'ma. Rather, this is the one traditionally translated as: "May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable unto Thee O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer" The prayer is from Psalm 137, also well known as the reggae song "By the rivers of Babylon". I think your dream is driven by the Orwellian fate that is overtaking our country, e.g. "Homeland Security". Fear is used to justify supression. First the easy targets are surpressed and the rest go along, because they feel "safer". Next those who object are targeted and the majority does nothing because it is still someone elses problem. Finally everyone is caught in the net and there is no choice but to try and escape. Babalonian captivity without ever leaving your home. It is still avoidable, but not impossible. PS: Voting for Nader won't prevent this. |
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"Mike Kruger" wrote in message
s.com... "Claire Petersky" wrote in message om... Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations... Rather, this is the one traditionally translated as: "May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable unto Thee O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer" This is likely from one of the Psalms, as this is a Christian prayer as well. Psalm 19:14. The translation I commonly use is "... of my heart flow from the fullness of your Being, Eternal One, Source and Redeemer" I'd prescribe "no evening news" for a while. I don't watch evening news. I read the paper (actually, several) and The Economist. When I'm in a car at rush hour, I might listen to NPR. I am rather insulated from these sorts of images. I have seen some photographs from the war, but I suspect these do not affect one as strongly as those from television. Warm Regards, Claire Petersky Please replace earthlink for mouse-potato and .net for .com Home of the meditative cyclist: http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm See the books I've set free at: http://bookcrossing.com/referral/Cpetersky |
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Another Bicycle Dream
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"Mike Kruger" wrote: "Claire Petersky" wrote in message om... Another dream with a bicycle theme -- looking for interpretations... ... I demand to see Ryan Cousineau, an influential Canadian who I think would be sympathetic to my cause. As far as the dream itself goes, there are similarities to recent traumatic events in your life (meeting Ryan Cousineau) and traumatic events you have seen in the news (Americans taken hostage in Iraq, and Americans treating Iraqi prisoners horribly). I'd like to assure everyone that I have many testimonials from acquaintances that meeting me is only very rarely a traumatic event. That said, being described as an influential Canadian is amusing. I barely get to influence what I eat for lunch. This is all going in my blog, -- Ryan Cousineau, http://www.sfu.ca/~rcousine/wiredcola/ President, Fabrizio Mazzoleni Fan Club |
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